Last night while Steve made dinner, I made a table runner.
Before I photographed it, I dug out the yellow box from my work space.
I couldn't use it with 'cards' so first I had to alter it.
|there is no meaning to the number 5, it was just sitting on my work table|
A scrap of paper and a rub-on number changed the look.
First came the flowers - hard to find in the garden after 2 days of rain...
Then a book...
And another book...
A clock face plate...
And finally my little C tile.
I set it on the table and added candles.
Looking around the room and into the living room, I was struck by the number of books I saw everywhere I looked...
under tables and on tables.
placed on shelves and stacked on furniture.
I was reminded of our move to this little cottage 15 years ago.
I loved this house from the beginning, but one thing I didn't like back then was the lack of places to put books.
Books are definitely a part of who we are, but it took us time to remove walls and replace furniture so that we had a place for books.
there are books to fit our life style,
books about decorating and making books.
There are books I made
including a book for people who are staying at our house to watch Dorje.
There are books for reading. but more and more
we are reading books and magazines on these.
Despite our electronic reading,
I know I will continue to decorate using books.
I started to tell you about my heart table runner
But, as in the saying, "the best laid plans of mice and men...",
my plans went astray.