Tuesday, October 27, 2009
My favorite parts of Fall are the leaves changing, the way the sun casts shadows differently in the house, and the excitement of the holidays coming.
My hubby and I also love taking road trips and so this past weekend we drove up to the North Georgia Mountains and came across this really beautiful town outside of Helen called Clarkesville.
We past the center of town and ended up on a side street right outside the square. That is when the window art of bumbleberry caught my eye. We had to go in and explore further.
We walked in and there was the cutest cut out wooden trees, cards, local art and then the color of the rainbow taunts you to the back of the store. Rows and rows of the most beautiful/colorful yarn. I had to take pictures. So I was lucky enough to have met Bonnie, the owner, and she said to go for it. Yaaay, now I could share bumbleberry with all of you. If your ever in the area their address is 1345 Washington Street Clarkesville , Georgia. Their e-mail address is email@example.com Check them out.
Since it is pouring down rain in my neck of the woods. I have a fun project for such a day.
I love vintage buttons and buckles. So I decided to marry the two together to make a wearable piece of art.
What you will need are some lovely buttons, an old buckle, strong glue that adheres to plastic, jump rings, and some chain and you to can make your own personalized button/buckle necklace. Lay them out however you would like and just glue. Make sure you glue a 4 hole button to the back of the buckle so that your jump rings can go through to attach your chain. I just love them!! Have fun:)
Sunday, October 4, 2009
It has been 11 years since I last visited London. This time around was just as enchanting as the first time. I knew right away that I had to visit a tiny town 45 minutes outside of London called Chawton in Alton, Hants. This is the place where Jane Austen called home for the last 8 years of her life. Where she experienced life and then wrote about it. I cannot even explain in words how much this particular visit excited me.
When my sister and I arrived, I could hardly contain myself. We asked the cabby who was outside the train station to please take us to Jane Austen's house. He replied jokingly, "I will take you to Jane's house but she ain't home". But something told me she was there in so many ways. Ten minutes later we were dropped off in front of the most enchanting brick building that was being hugged by beautifully colored flowers.
We walked in and were immediately greeted by the loveliest two ladies who were just as excited to see us as we were to be there. Into her home we went. Into her life where she watched society and its "follies and inconsistencies" with a fine eye.
When I saw Jane's writing table and chair I was silenced to just stand there and envision her creating her characters one heroin at a time. So unbelievable. But the more I was in the house the more I felt a peace and a sense of calm. She was happy here with her mother and sister, Cassandra.
I think I could have stayed there all day. But I took my last moments in the garden and realized I had just experienced one of those moments you check off your life long list of things to do. This was a big one.
"Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can" Jane Austen