Fall Decor

My mom called me today to tell me that she and my dad had dropped off a gift for me at my house.  (She had given me a heads up last week that my dad had bought me something and he would get his feelings hurt if I didn’t keep it out)  Uh oh.  I was imagining the most awful things possible.

But when I saw what was sitting on my dining table, I smiled immediately.  My mom had a pair of brass quails in the living room when I was growing up, and I had asked her if they had come across them while they were recently cleaning out their attic.  I thought they would be perfect additions to my fall decor.  She said they hadn’t and that I must have sold them at a yard sale (the rare down-side to my decluttering obsession).

After that, I moved on, but my wonderful parents did not forget about my desire.  Mom came across a pair on ebay and had my dad bid on them for me.  Here they are living it up on our foyer table with the fantastic cloche I found recently.

The tray was a Goodwill find a long while back (I have a matching one slightly bigger as well).  I had thought about refinishing them, but now I’m glad I never got around to it.  I like the fall-rustic feel of the burlap, brass, wheat and wood with iron hardware.

Published by Leslie

I think Habitual Rearranger fits me well because I am never settled on designs, colors, or placement of items in our home. I drive Bradley crazy sometimes, but I keep figuring out new and better ways of doing things! I am not striving to be profound or an expert on anything in this blog. It is simply a way to keep a record of all of my adventures - home and life - for me to reference and also for my loved ones to follow along. I am a born and raised Georgia girl. I don't think I would enjoy living anywhere except the south. Bradley and I spent six and a half years in our starter home and are now in our forever home, a 1970s traditional two story brick house. I love getting into all kinds of projects around our house, and I try to document all the dirty details here if for no one else than for me.

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