Whoooo's that with my Recipe Card?
When I was over at Matt's parent's house for Thanksgiving I noticed a little hand-painted, wooden pig with a clothes pin attached to the back sitting on the counter. I was looking the painting over, admiring the delicate brush work, noticing the faint wisps of paint that spelled out the name Violet--Matt's grandmother. Sharon explained to me that it was a recipe card holder.
For some reason the idea of a recipe card holder really struck me as awesome. Later, I thought, "I should make myself one!" I looked around the house for the perfect object to turn into a holder and soon found it living in the collection of owls on top of the book shelf.
A clothes pin, a bit of coloring, and a dab of super glue later I had my very own little owl kitchen helper. Matt had the brilliant suggestion to color the clothes pin with a marker so that it matched the owl.
I am so pleased. It makes me happy to see it perched on the windowsill, being all useful and cute.
For some reason the idea of a recipe card holder really struck me as awesome. Later, I thought, "I should make myself one!" I looked around the house for the perfect object to turn into a holder and soon found it living in the collection of owls on top of the book shelf.
That is truly brilliant! I love owls, too, and your collection is beautiful. You may have just given me the perfect reason to actually follow a recipe ;)
ReplyDeleteBeth, I'm passing along the "Liebster Blog Award" to you :)
http://www.ngofamilyfarm.com/2011/11/sharing-some-blog-love.html
Thank you for sharing your unique and inspired life with us on your blog!
-Jaime
ADORABLE! I love owls!
ReplyDeleteCute and creative. I love it that you made your own instead of going out to buy one.
ReplyDeleteThanks Jamie. I am honored! The biggest thing I can say in favor of using recipes is that when it turns out awesome you can actually recreate it! I have had so many incredible concoctions that I've never managed to recreate satisfactorily!
ReplyDeleteThanks Becky! You are a bird lover right after my own heart, aren't you?
Thanks Linda! It was much more satisfying and I bet I wouldn't be nearly as pleased every time I pass by if I'd gone any other way!