He wears it well.
These are parsley blossoms. They look delicate, but they have staying power. Parsley grows so easily here in North Carolina. And it grows in abundance so I let it bolt. They make for lovely arrangements indoors, too.
Even next to my fake, purple flowers on the mantle.
You don’t need a green thumb. They do pretty well on their own.
That rose has seen better days though.😬
I spotted it from across the street. I swear my jaw dropped and my mouth opened in awe. And then I impulsively, almost unwittingly moved toward the street, desperate to to get closer. That’s what a charming building can do to me.
Tender Buttons on East 62nd street in Manhattan. Love at first sight.
A magical display window. Its warmth, color and intrigue temporarily arrest my senses. The tall, thin brick leads up to a crooked, slated roof. Perfection.
All I know is I must go inside to see more.
I feel like I’ve just stepped into a scene from Harry Potter or something. Deleriously happy. Surrounded by buttons. Just to know that there is a place dedicated to the art and history of button design, nestled among trees in one of the greatest cities in the world…well it very much sped up my heart beat.
Unbeknownst to me, it’s the only shop in America dedicated exclusively to the sale of buttons. Tender Buttons.
On either side, the walls are adorned with collections, some historic, some whimsical, but altogether a magical tour into a world of buttons.
Some are framed.You can sit down to examine the buttons at this lovely table centered in the middle of the shop.If you’re like me, you have a collection of buttons in a tin can. All those extra ones needed a home, and yet the collection grew beyond its need. I’m going to take a peek. I’ve been known to remove a few cool buttons before discarding a shirt or sweater.
Buttons are most definitely pieces of art. The shop owner says he buys buttons. Mostly antiques or ones that have a fantastic personality.
Like Audrey Hepburn.
I saw the red from the corner of my eye as I was driving down the highway.
It’s not so much about the color, but the location. It’s off of Highway 55 in Cary, NC. At the end of a dirt road next the the woods. Who thought this was a good place to dump a leather couch? What’s the story?
Actually, it’s kind of about the color, too. This red and green are the perfect example of how complementary colors play off each other. Each shine in their own right. They bring out the best in each other without competing or diminishing the other. each other.
Like a good couple should.
It’s been over a year since since I last saw that chair in the woods. That lush corner of tall pines is no more. Kind of miss it.
Town homes are going up.
Hard to know how long the couch will stay. Eventually, this land will morph into something else. People keep coming and the land keeps on changing.
I predict another shopping center.
There are no other trees near it along the edge of the road. Just this single tree.
I would not have noticed if not for the traffic jam.
Just as I was about to feel sorry for myself, I look out of my window and see the tree. How perfectly beautiful she is, standing all alone.
I bet her leaves turn soon. A few have begun to yellow.
Wonder what she looks like in two weeks.