Even though I adore flowers, my arranging skills are sadly lacking, therefore I’m always looking for simple ways to display them. This perfect miniature rose was practically screaming to be plucked and brought inside.

I had come close to getting rid of this Mason jar about a hundred times but am so glad it never made it into the Goodwill pile. In fact, I may have to pick up a few more, place one perfect bloom in each, and line them down the table at my next dinner party.

“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness throw the rest away.”
~ Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Even though the Closet Project was spurned on by Larry’s challenge that I make use of the items in my art closet or relinquish the space to much needed storage, he has frequently fed my addiction for all things papery.

He constantly brings me cool sheets of stamps from his trips to the post office. He’ll place them down casually on the kitchen table and nonchalantly suggest that I might like to incorporate them into a journal or collage. Hasn’t eleven years of marriage taught this man anything? Doesn’t he know that I won’t have the heart to separate the stamps from their snug little perforated homes? Can’t he guess where these beauties will end up?

And so, on the closet’s second shelf, tucked into the left hand corner, sits my stash of stamps. Maybe someday I’ll work up the nerve to place them permanently into an art project but for now I rest smug in the knowledge that as long as Larry has a reason to visit the post office, more will be coming.

“The bride…floating all white…in the morning shadow of trees, her veil flowing with laughter.”
~ D.H. Lawrence

San Miguel de Allende is a photographer’s dream. Between the stunning architecture, colorful markets and gorgeous citizens, it’s pretty much impossible to make bad pictures here.

Larry and I had such an amazing time wandering through the cobblestone streets. There were so many delightful surprises at every turn. I remember us walking into what appeared to be a small shop from the street but once inside, the structure encircled this marvelous courtyard with an enormous tree in the center. As if on cue, once we approached the tree, hundreds of birds took flight. It all happened so fast, it was as if the leaves of the tree had come to life and flown off into heaven.

San Miguel also attracts lots of interesting people. I’ll never forget Pepe, the bullfighter with the most gentle demeanor and soul. He welcomed us onto his ranch, fed us homemade ice cream and let us play with the kittens he was nursing back to health in his bedroom.

As I’m writing this, I can smell the trumpet vine and hear mariachi – that’s how vividly San Miguel de Allende is imprinted on my mind.

What could be more romantic than a walk through the woods with your one true love?
What could be sweeter than stopping for kisses by a trickling river?
What could be lovelier than holding hands through softly swaying grass?
Not a thing.
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I love keys – the older and rustier the better.

The Argentine gentleman, who sold me these keys at the San Telmo flea market, explained that they had once opened the doors to a haunted villa in the countryside. At least that’s what I think he was trying to say. My Spanish is remedial at best but I’m pretty sure the swaying of his body and the “Wooo” sound emanating from his “O” shaped mouth indicated some sort of spectral reference.

In any case, I fell in love with their gorgeous reddish brown color and shape.