This shell was in my house all growing up...i never asked my mother if i could take it, it just some how ended up in my things. It always makes me feel at home.
9.6.10
Lost Spaces///a cute mudroom
I don't really know what to call this space...it has it's own flooring and window. It's where I leave my boots when I come in the back door from working in the garden. It leads to a bathroom and the kitchen, but it's only about 4'x5' so it's not a hallway. I like to call it the mudroom, the tiniest mudroom you've ever seen. And at this point in time it is one of the prettiest little spots in my house...
I used a bright chartreuse mail organizer to hold up my art: A b&w photo of a horse that I picked up at country fair, my first oil painting from when I was about 18 of the National Geographic girl, a little polaroid of our kitty Blue.
Labels:
art,
Interior Design,
me,
portland
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