One day last week I found myself in the nearby town of Baker. I’d driven there to pick up the part for our broken washing machine and I noticed a thrift store that I’d never been to in the same strip mall as my destination. I didn’t have Jack with me so I figured I’d pop in for a moment–I’ve been looking for a large silver platter to hang over the stove. I didn’t find a silver platter, but I did find a small brass pot for fifty cents.
I bought it thinking I might list it in my shop, but I knew it was the kind of thing that not everyone could appreciate and, actually, when I placed it on the windowsill in our kitchen I kind of fell in love with the way it looked contrasted with all that white and blue.
I’ve had my eyes peeled for a small succulent to place inside, but I got inpatient and settled for a pothos that was only three dollars. I just left the plant in its plastic pot with an inch or so of pea gravel from our driveway underneath to raise it to the proper height and provide drainage. Hopefully since this one is right next to the sink I can do a better job of keeping it watered than the pothos in my office (which is looking pretty sad at the moment).
I hope y’all have a great weekend. It’s been rainy and chilly almost all week here and we’ve got more of the same ahead for the weekend, but I’ll be snug as a bug in my little house with my little family.