The Blue Chairs

I have such happy memories of sitting on the patio at my grandparent's house. Lunches with Grandma...while listening to the mourning doves sing and admiring her beautiful gardens. Wind chimes blowing in the breeze.

My grandparents have since passed away...but I was able to bring these two pieces of happy into our home. A little part of my history. My sweet Matthew sanded them down and re-painted them for me and I couldn't love them more. Grandpa would be so proud...he always took such good care of everything he owned. They are the perfect shape and they have the nicest rocking motion. And they match my rug :)

I have a little crush on front porches. I love driving through lovely neighborhoods and checking out their chairs. And the flower pots. And the twinkly lights. And now we finally have own very own. I love sitting out here, sipping kombucha, and watching the world go by. The girls gleefully ride their bikes up and down the sidewalk, stopping to draw with their chalks and blow bubbles.

I have big plans for our  little porch. A quirky side table. Hanging flowers. I can't wait until the leaves come out and we're surrounded by green! More delights. But it takes time to layer all of this love. A work in progress...starting with two blue chairs.