I wrote it on the wall...
(Forgot to show you this little project. I always had a large canvas painted with
chalkboard paint here. Then I used the canvas for something else and was not paying for a large canvas again. Took some chalkboard paint, painters tape and had at it.)
(Forgot to show you this little project. I always had a large canvas painted with
chalkboard paint here. Then I used the canvas for something else and was not paying for a large canvas again. Took some chalkboard paint, painters tape and had at it.)
The snow was almost gone, then more snow!
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always To be blest;
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man
I received an invitation to my 40th High School Reunion yesterday. Forty years...in my heart we are forever young. I was thinking I need a sweet ride if I go...one of those scooter power chairs that seniors are always so happy to be riding in! Cherish everyday my friends, time flies!
Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never is, but always To be blest;
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man
May 24 1973, Alvernia High School Chicago |
Thanks so much for stopping by, and for your sweet comments.
P.S. Love you Sue!
4 comments:
I really love your chalkboard. All of your spring items are beautiful! Keep repeating with me "Spring Will Come. Spring Will Come. " ;)
The chalkboard is so cute and I really hear that message! I love the wreath, too. Thank goodness it's sunny out today or I'd never believe spring is on the way!
XO,
Jane
I want to do that with my pantry door in my kitchen. So cute. I have been saying that and even looking for the chalk board paint. I guess I need to go to a paint store.
I went to the mailbox.....a short walk....and it was snowing and cold......spring where are you?????
Happy 40th . . . I love my class reunions. I hope you plan to go and have a grand time!
See you Saturday . . . lunch after maybe?
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