And now, to some thrifty orange love...
Could. you. die? I did. I just about had a heart attack when I saw this vintage tea set at The Assistance League store. I don't usually go in there, but I was on a search for some baskets and popped in for just a sec. There it was, waiting patiently for me. WHO had this? I told y'all how much I love 60's stuff and this wild orange color in particular. It looks sooo good against my stainless counters and the blue/brown/green of my tile. Unfortunately, it's going to have to live in a cupboard somewhere because my modestly priced tea set now lives in my modestly sized house and there be no room at the inn, so to speak. When I say modestly sized,you know that's like when you read a real estate ad and they list a house as a "charmer." That means you will be divorced within a year and it will just be you and your cat to enjoy hot tea together in your lovely "charmer." Naw, I'm just kidding. The tree of us live quite comfortably here in our charmer. We had a bigger house once and we didn't use all of it. We use every single inch of this place (and then some). Course, if FinnigantheCurious ends up being as tall and lanky as his Dad we may have to rethink things. Perhaps they can have the house and Jackdaddy can build me a Leprechaun addition. I take after the small Irish side of my family and don't need much room.
When I first moved in here, I got a teensy pinch of a friend's Crown of Thorns (euphorbia milii). Look at it today!
I had it stuffed in an old terracotta pot forever and it had stalled out. Then I moved it to this big doozy of a pot and it took off like crazy. Doesn't it look so pretty against the green pot and the orange pumpkins? I'm always sad when Halloween is over because all the orange goodness goes away. If you need a shot of it, just come on by. I always manage to find a way to keep the love going. I'm sorta, kinda, maybe thinking of painting the (still unpainted) trim on the windows orange. Jackdaddy is not quite as enthusiastic about that as I am. Maybe if I threaten to paint them fuchsia he'll come around. OH, I know! I'll tell him that if they can't be painted orange, I'll need him to make new trim because that was the "orange trim" design. The "brown trim" design is totally different. OMG, I'm so evil. We've been together long enough now that he'll just give me a little eye roll and tell me that if I want new trim it's gonna be "awhile." He knows that word gets me runnin' scared. And so it goes in the life of a remodel. I'll take fast over fashion most times these days. I wanna be FINISHED.