Doormat Upgrade

Over the weekend, an impromptu trip with a friend to one of my favorite places, Marshalls (TJ Maxx, HomeGoods... same company and I could curl up and live in any one of them) scored me the awesome area rug below for the front entryway for just $19.99. I kinda have a thing for paisley and the colors in this are divine- the blue of the living room, the red of the front door.

Its WORLDS better than the cheapy one (to the right) I got a few months back from the same place for just a few bucks- ravaged by the vacuum and cat hair (no matter how much I cleaned it), it had seen better days.

The new one makes me smile every time I walk down the stairs.  With the new paisley rug and the best light ever, the small area that is the entry way is turning into a very happy place.

Veggie Garden- Phase 2

And then there were 2! See Phase 1 here.

The second planter was a much larger task than I was expecting it to be.  Not the actual installation or planting, but the getting of the planter box.  The original was from Home Depot and less than 2 weeks later not only did they have no more of the same kind, they had never heard of that brand!  Commence frustration.  Do we go for a mis-matching planter of the same size?  I begrudgingly bought the other planter, but attempted to hunt down the right one (I spent more time calling area Home Depots than I'd care to admit to).  Luckily an e-mail direct to the manufacturer of our preferred planter was fruitful and I was able to order one direct from them for the same price.  Yay! I was also assured that next year when we intend to add 1 or 2 more planters they will still be available through direct order if we can't find them at Home Depot again.  Double Yay!

Planter 1 is now the home of  2 thriving cucumber plants, a struggling green bean, 3 strawberry plants, one mystery plant from my sister, 2 cauliflower, cilantro, oregano, dill, sage, rosemary, and basil.

Planter 2 is a little zestier, housing 2 habanero peppers, 6 cherry bomb hot peppers, 2 red bell peppers, 1 yellow bell pepper, 1 green bell pepper and 4 cauliflower.  One of these things is not like the other.  I insisted on buying the cauliflower, whereas the rest are of Hubby's choosing- could you tell?

In other exciting garden news (what, you don't find garden news exciting?!) our brandy dandy new composter is on the truck for delivery as we speak.  The counter-top bin is still en route.

If you couldn't guess- this whole gardening thing is new to us.  Its uncharted territory and we're doing a lot of experimenting this year.  By next year, we'll be experts!  more or less...

I am what I am

And what I am is a Treasure Hunter.  Who knew?!  I really didn't.  I swear. (or maybe I just never thought about it before) When I hear the term "Treasure Hunter," I think of Cari Cucksey of HGTV's Cash and Cari, or the guys from American Pickers.  However, when you start getting giddy because of a dilapidated old ornate frame you grabbed from someones trash pile in downtown Boston, I guess maybe that could be considered a qualifier to be called a Treasure Hunter. Just maybe.

I can only imagine what used to be displayed in this frame in its hey day (random side note- I was curious about the origin/meaning of that term.  Thanks to the good ol' interweb, I discovered where it came from).  The story that I've created for it is that it housed a custom painted formal family portrait which was passed down the generations and moved to a new frame when this one fell into disrepair.

Anyway, back to reality.  This frame is actually 3 pieces that were once solidly attached together with hand-forged nails.  Each piece looks like a frame on its own and they are no longer solidly bonded (if at all), so that's how they might find themselves into my house- 3 awesome refurbished antique frames.  They need a lot of love and repair, but how can you beat the price of FREE.  If I can't save them, the worst that will happen is that they'll end up in the trash they were originally destined for.

This discovery was on Friday (thanks to a coworkers keen powers of observation).  It occurred to me over the weekend that I may actually be considered a "Treasure Hunter."  That find last week made my day.  Any normal person wouldn't get so excited but I guess I'm far from normal in that respect (no comments from the peanut gallery on that one please).  I'm still elated over the vintage wire paper tray I discovered at an estate sale a few weeks ago.  Yup, I'm a special breed of crazy.  I blame it on my parents.

I started tag-sale-ing with them at a young age.  My first memory of going to a tag sale was probably around the age of 6.  I vaguely remember going with my parents and Grandpa and I picked out a small but horrific stuffed animal that was probably a carnival or vending machine prize.  I was SO excited to spend 25 cents on this 'treasure.'  Flash forward to 21 years later.  My tastes have evolved a bit, but the giddy kid in me is still looking for treasures.