wordless wednesday (almost)
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| cock-a-doodle-doo! |
Did you grow up eating breakfast with this slice of kitchen Americana?
I did. And yes, I’m dating myself.
Momma glued dried beans and seeds to a cloth pattern stapled onto a giant piece of plywood. My sister and I helped. When all the beans were in place, we sealed it with a coat of shellac.
Nana made one too. Nana’s rooster art hung on the kitchen at the lake house.
One spring, bugs attacked the lake house rooster. It was ugly.
Do you still have one?
Anyone, anyone?
talya
If it sells, it’s art. ― Frank Lloyd Wright
