I'm a girl who doesn't care much for change, so when the seasons roll around every year, I tend to haul the same four boxes from the attic.
I don't know what it is about the passing of time that makes me less likely to want new things. I seem to grow fonder of my collections with each year that goes by. Maybe it's the predictability of flinging opening boxes and seeing familiar faces. That's me and The Man in the photo on the mantel, in the early 80's, on the sands of Destin, Florida, back before it was discovered. It remains one of our favorite beaches.
So, in usual fashion, I didn't change things up much for summer, but I did replace the large sailboat that I used to put in front of the fireplace with a Boston fern. The sailboat will probably find a place in my booth, as I'm tired of keeping it propped up. (I couldn't bring myself to wake the sleeping dog, and he's too cute to crop out.)
I also made a paper bunting banner for the mantel. It's nothing special, and was done on a whim, but I'm pleased with how it turned out.
I free-handed the word "summer" on the pennants. Using a hole-punch, I threaded twine through the holes for hanging. Super simple. Super easy. Just my style.
Each summer, it's always a pleasure adding to my growing collection of seashells. This is but a small sampling. These were gathered during our travels over the course of our long marriage. From coast-to-coast, we have shells.
Here I am in 2009, scouring the Cape Cod coastline. The pickings were slim that summer.
I turned this starfish candle-holder into a stand for my lantern. That way, we have both candle and safety and it burns a lot slower inside the lantern.
Of course, how can you think of summer without thinking of America's favorite pastime? This was The Man's baseball glove back when he was a wee thing.
So, how's summer shaping up at your place?
We've been sweating it out in the mid-90's daily.
Thank the Lord for air-conditioning.