Wilbur and Fern

 As most of you know, I have a thing for animals.

My house is full of them.

Live and... not.

I associate most of the not with characters from books I read as a child.

Books that impacted me.

Books that taught me about unconditional love and responsibility and commitment.

So it's no shock that I present to you, Wilbur and Fern.

They are named for the radiant little pig in Charlotte's Web and the little girl who loved him.
There are so many versions of Wilbur that live here.
I do love that little pig,

This pair sat in the garden for years until a nasty hurricane approached.

To avoid projectile piggies, we brought in all the yard ornaments.

Poor piggies have been sitting in the garage since then.

I brought them in and gave them a good cleaning, 

though not in buttermilk like Mrs. Zuckerman would have done.

A coat of ASCP in Old White and some accessories brought them back to life.

They'll enjoy the summer on the back patio.

(Remember not to wax if your painted objects will be in the heat/sun.)

Can you see this little piggy?
There's a bench behind the sofa waiting to be recovered-
 so Bruce has chosen this as his favorite hidden napping place.
The boy likes pillows.
I can see you, BooBoo.

Go save something from your garage and pretty up your porch!

LINKING UP WITH:

Feathered Nest Fridays

Rooted in Thyme- Simple and Sweet Fridays

Revisionary Life- Thrifty Life Thursday

Treasure Hunt Thursday

Tarnished Royalty- Drop it or Swap it

Here's my swap for this week...
It's a child's apron with an imperfect (meaning slightly over ironed) iron on-
embellished with glittery wings and glitter sugar in the cup.
Yeah, we call that "aged", right?
"I'm a spoonful of sugar"- "I'm a cup of joy"
Comes with the etched (faux) bird knob hanger.
The purslane stays with me. ;)

Bear and Boots

I have a small but interesting collection of old baby boots/shoes.

 I am so drawn to the story of who they belonged to.

Though I'll never know, I am satisfied with the images I have created in my mind 

of the sweet toddler or two that slipped these on and had a life long, long ago.

They are being worn by my shaggy bear, along with a vintage baby's linen nightshirt.

He amuses me as he sits atop a brass hanger.

He's safe from Sophie up there.

His name?

Nemesis.

Sophie has been on a quest to tear him to shreds for years.

The girl is a stalker.

No, LuLu.

(Her name is Sophia Lucia Ricardo- she goes by a few names.)

Do you like a little whimsy in your home?

You'll find lots of it here!

Sharing with Revisionary Life HERE

Rooted In Thyme HERE