Remember my grandmother’s pants? The ones I transformed into a Fall Monogrammed Wreath?
When I was a little girl, Mema took painting classes at the local senior’s center. These two Red Barn paintings are just a few gems from her collection.
I love the vibrant red barns and the colors of the skies.
She would say they are no good. But to me each of her paintings are priceless.
The Red Barn paintings make the perfect centerpieces for my Fall Mantel.
Isn’t the squirrel sweet? He home used to be on a lower shelf in Mema’s kitchen. I have no idea how he survived all those little chubby hands.
Mr. Squirrel is way out of reach from my little greenwoods.
My other grandmother is also a painter/crafter. She creates lovely pieces of painted pottery and gives them as gifts to her grandchildren each Christmas. All 30-something of us.
Several years ago I was given this beautiful ceramic cabbage and plate. Their lustrous green balances out Mr. Squirrel.
The plan was to set aside the little lamp on the end of the mantel. It was an $8.00 TJ Maxx steal. But the shade was a tad marked from being crushed.
A little trio of pumpkins and gourds. True symbols of fall.
There is not much in my home that does not tell a story.
I am happy to say that my Red Barn Inspired Fall Mantel tells many.