My Mothers Day was mellow and sweet. Some flowers from Pete, a little sleeping in, a couple of hours with my girlfriends at the flea market, and some time to sew (alone!). Oh, and oatmeal-chocolate chip-macadamia nut-peanut butter cookies bakes up by my three lovelies. Yum!
The flea market was the highlight of my day. I don't often thrift without my kids and it is a delicious treat to wander the isles talking to friends instead of chasing my little people.
I've had three thrift obsessions of late: chickens (vintage roosters in particular), farmer folk art, and vintage bluebirds. But I never buy any for fear of having several half-thought collections cluttering up our already busy space. On Sunday my girlfriends talked me into several of each to combine in one grouping to make big art out of small pieces. Here is the finished product, wrinkles and all (I ironed it, really!):
What do you think? Do smalls really combine to make a large? I'm still on the fence. Here. Take a closer look at all that vintage sweetness…
It is amazing to see the combination of bluebirds and farmers on one piece and roosters and farmers on another. Love. What is your second-hand weakness?
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Happy mothers day to each of you who've embarked on the journey of motherhood. We are changed forever for the transformation. Each of you is an inspiration.