Some Enchanted Evening

Some enchanted evening.

You may see a stranger.

You may see a stranger, across a crowded room…

I had such an encounter yesterday. The longing. The excitement. The bargain.

Be still my heart.

At first, I thought I’d paint the whole cabinet white, but after making friends with it, I’m not sure I can. I may try replacing the back with a piece of white beadboard and see if I can forgive myself.  If I remain unbeset by conscience after such a breach of civility, this little darling may have a date with a can of paint.

I also found a set of milk-glass octagonal mugs and this funky, medieval-looking sconce.

Just funny little things but they get my creative energies peaking. I start dreaming of the day I can put out a few knickknacks without fearing that my sons will turn a funky sconce into a halberd and try to impale one another.

But that’s my life.

And somehow you know, you know even then.

That somewhere you’ll see her, again and again…