I wanted to say….“Thistlewood Farms is in the house”…..but then I wondered….
….do people even say that any more?
If they do….then I’m “in the hooooouse”…..if they don’t….I’ll just say…..
….it’s nice to meet you! 🙂
I was at the thrift shop the other day….and I decide…..if I were a wooden tray…..this is what I would want to be when I grew up.
Nothing too fancy for me.
No walk on the wild side.
No partying with the hors d’oeuvres and the fruit tray.
Just paint me a crisp clean white and distress me a little.
And when I was dry…..drill tiny little holes in the shape of letters.
Letters that spelled out words like “eat” or “delish” or “party”
Then add a little bling with black embroidery thread.
Woven through the holes.
Just like the sewing cards in first grade.
My sister made this tray for me for Christmas.
I guess that makes her a tray mind-reader because she knew…..
…..somehow she knew what every neglected, over-looked, under-appreciated wooden tray truly wanted to be.
You’ve seen the trays like this before.
At yard sales and thrift sales….laying abandoned over by the plastic fruit and the unfinished paint by numbers.
Waiting for greatness.
Hand-stichery on wood.
Who would have thought?
So my wonderful, creative, genius of a sister, Whitney, take the stage for your standing ovation….
…..this is your hour of greatness.
And on behalf of wooden trays everywhere.
We salute you. 🙂
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