Batons and Fanfare

This all started a few weeks ago when I went looking for my summer fan. The cute vintage one with the unmistakable jadeite color. Where did I put it to store for the winter? After multiple boxes and a few four letter words I came across my baton from pep squad. My mother was THE majorette...she wanted me to put my books down and be more of a social butterfly. She offered me up to the football pep squad and firmly planted a baton in my hand......I have no coordination and subsequently no rhythm but I still have that baton!

I can retire to my studio for more than a few moments...to admire the new memo boards I purchased from Magpie Ethel.

Some deep cleaning and yet more movements have me finally singing sweet tunes again.

The shelves remain my daily highlight and favorite storage solution.

French doors have been a blessing and a curse. They take up so much room on one wall I have finally decided to put a small shelf in front of one of them. Yes, I do think I am collecting shelves as well.

Sigh...I could sit in here for hours. Never growing tired of a thing. It is a room of all my favorites.

Although I am completely taken with most of the room...this cupboard has given me fits. I adore the top but that bottom has been a complete crafting fail. Painted white, it disappeared on the wall. Now this pink it clashes with everything. The wall paper fronts are a temporary fix. I am now ignoring it until I get another can of paint and some energy.

I found the fan in the blue hamper...the last place I looked. It still has a strand of thread on it from last summer...the baton has returned to its storage box. As I turned off the lights in the family room a few nights ago I smiled. Headstrong and accomplished I thought as I ran my hand over the binding of all my beloved books. The ones that aren't hidden in storage but on display like a beautiful butterfly.  A battle I clearly won.