I wonder through the peak holes of past lives, into a garden of accessorized flowers, all calling my name...pick me...pick me...oh, sweet, bright nymphs, you would do well in my home. A home where your fabrics and polished woods abound in the pink shelter on the prairie grounds, where farms and futures thrived, unfettered by....Ok, I have a tendency to exaggerate...have you noticed, well good, but I can't help it, give me some mood music, allow me to roam free through the gardens of furniture at Sister's Garden and this is what you get...visions of loveliness awaiting your approval...OK...I want that pink chair in the last picture so bad I can taste it...a taste of decadence and the simple word of approval...MINE...PLEASE.
I am leaving most shots full on, so you can get close-ups of all the stuff neatly layered to attract your attention. As October is slowly leaving our doorstep, Christmas can be seen sprinkled here and there. It will not be one of imported fancies this year, but one of thought-provoking gifts...all MADE IN AMERICA...at one time or another throughout history. A Christmas of fancy, with lots of lights and sparkle and simplicity, one of natural beauty and humbleness...can we remember the true meaning of a simple gift of love, perhaps remembrance of love, a kind gesture...simple, yet thought provoking...the real meaning of Christmas...can you remember...
