Copycat Feature: Thanksgiving Branch
Kristin
Monday, November 5, 2012 at 1:21PM It's been a while since my last copycat project.
I had seen this project a year ago on Kelle Hampton's blog Enjoying the Small Things. (have you been to her blog? No? You should. Beautiful pictures, beautiful words.)

Isn't it lovely? I thought so. So, I put Michael on a mission: "Find me a branch, so we can do this, please." Well, my man delivered! He brought home three branches for me to choose from, and after two nights (one for hanging the branch, and the second for me to make the leaves) we had our copycat version:

Not to bad, right? I mean, I think I need to add a couple more rows of leaves, and next year I'll defiantly make my leaves smaller. I mixed felt and scrapbook paper. We have a sharpie on the table underneath the branch so whenever we're feeling thankful, we can jot it down on one of the leaves.

I love the colors of fall. They're rich and warm. They're comforting and spicy. And they're popping up all over my house!
I also made a wreath using a cheap foam wreath I found in the dollar section at Target, twine, and some felt flowers:

The rest of the yellow bungalow has splashes of fall around it from Thanksgiving pasts. Including the entryway:

and the mantel.

I just have to share a common weirdness that my husband and I share: As I'm typing this, Michael is working like a madman in the kitchen. He gets on these kicks of cleaning and organizing. We both do, but I guess tonight is his turn. Early tonight, I informed him that I was taking a shower to "wash off my Monday", and he offered to do the dishes because he's nice like that. When I came back out, he showed me how he organized our tupperware drawer, and is throwing away lids that don't match to anything else. I applauded his hard work, but it was clear he wasn't even close to being done. So I let him and his techi podcast be, while I finish this post. I think right now he is gutting and completely reorganizing our pantry. It's weird, but I get it. We both have that quirk. That, "I don't know why but I have to completely finish this non urgent project right now!" quirk. Michael can tell when I'm in it, too. He usually smiles, and lets me be. We're imperfectly perfect for each other.
The warm wind known to us locals as Santa Anas have been picking up lately. Milo's intrigued.

(look at that hair! I refuse to cut it, you can't make me!)
I wish I could show you his "ooohhh" face. It's purty darn cute. He's becoming a little parrot. And true to form, Michael and I are have become the cheesy parents that tell their kids "Say...bye bye!," "Say....stars!," "Say, Mommy/Daddy/baby!" It's ridiculous. And there's no end in sight.






















































































