what's your sign?

Thrilled was I to find the fab wooden sign to hang above hubby's tractor. Now, it didn't start out that way.

It originally boasted the phrase "The Proctor"....apparently pillaged off an old hotel no longer in existence. "Proctor" Sounding more like a doctor's title ...and one you hope to never visit.

Under intense scrutiny I noticed the faint remnants of even older paint...the sign was originally "Cottage Hotel". Ok, it's not like I cracked the Davinci Code....but I felt pretty good about my keen eye and amatuer sleuthing!

So knowing others had repainted before me...my guilt was alleviated.

With the swish of my brush and the change of 2 letters it suddenly morphed into "The Tractor" ....apropos don't ya think?

bling it on

holiday decorating....what can I say?!

fine lines

There does seem to be a fine line between love and hate.

Sometimes the line blurs so much it makes you cross-eyed.

Thus, my true feelings on Winter.

Just a few weeks ago I was whimpering at the thought of inching up the thermostat, belly-aching over the notion of warming up vehicles, and cursing Mother Nature for committing frosticide on my garden.

Suddenly I find myself gayly ripping out droopy blooms from window boxes ...only to replace them with boughs.

Relishing the idea of buying a new scarf.

Excited to shimmy into bulky sweaters and over-the-knee socks . (by the way here's a great site for them: http://www.sockdreams.com/ )
Sprucing up the house with glittering ornaments and sparkly do-dads that border on being gaudy.

I don't know when and how the transition to a love affair with this season happens , but it does.
I suppose it's like waking up to a foot of snow.......suddenly it's here and wonderful and you didn't hear or see it coming!