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Rhoda of Southern Hospitality fame is hosting the next party....Christmas Vignettes.
And Donna of Funky Junk has her weekly shindig too.
So I fiddled outside on my back porch a bit. Ok, a lot.
I had gathered some branches from the yard when the weather was still warm and sprayed them heirloom white (what else?) then stuck them in some floral foam in a pail.
They've been chillin' in the garage 'til I could work them into something dandy for the holly-days.
Red wire-on birds: clearanced at Hobby Blobby. White clip on doves JoAnn's.
The glitterfied pointsetta ornaments are courtesy of Wally's place, as well as the clip on fabric pointsettas.
The bird houses were Christmas crafts from last year. Same with the ornaments.
I was into epsom salt instead of glitter.
I picked up the shabby green bench at my favorite antique shop back in the summer.
Stars were another craft from last Christmas.
White lanterns from IKEA, red lanterns from my favorite thrift shop.
Let's see....burlap and drop clothes. Yes I'm a blogger.
BTW, the burlap is hiding huge rocks to keep my pail from blowing over in the wind.
That stuff covers a multitude of sins, I tell ya.
I won the cutie patootie banner from Tammy at Tattered and Timeless last year.
More sparkles from Wally's place.
There was a perfect dusting of snow for a backdrop today.
Nevermind my hands were numb by the time I finished.
The things we bloggers do for a good shot and a Christmas party....
And now, some artsy-fartsy shots. Just because.
I have to tell ya, though, my daughter told me I was a nut for doing this.
Then my hubby came home for lunch and told me it was weird.
I was kinda bummed. I got defensive.
I told them Martha would get it, and so would fellow bloggers.
So, I ask you, dear readers: Have I gone nuts?
Is it weird to decorate your back porch for the Christmas season?
Head on over to Rhoda's (Dec. 2nd) to see other nutty, weird Christmas vignettes.
I know I will...just so I know I'm not alone in this decorating gig.
You *do* get it, yeah?