“I’m a lousy gardener. I can never tell the soil from the dirt.” –Woody Allen
I’m not the only creative person in my family, not by a long shot. My mom is an avid gardener and the other day she sent me a photo of the flower box she made:
The box was made with an old wooden box my dad got at a garage sale. She sanded it and hammered in the loose nails. Next, she stained it with a yellow water-based stain and wrote the words with a black permanent marker. She then sealed it with a water-based sealer. For the legs, she attached an old TV tray she got at a flea market and removed the clips. She painted the legs with a flat black paint and attached with clips she’d previously attached to the box. Voila! A nifty and very cute flower box.
And speaking of flowers, I had to show a photo of the gladiolus on my balcony:
I’ve never made an afghan, but I’m thinking it might be time for me to give it a try. I prefer knitting to crochet (especially since I’m not that great at crochet) so maybe I’ll design and knit one this winter.