Over my fireplace mantel today.
What do you do with your worn out & broken tools?
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Garden & Be Well, XO Tara
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Yes, screwed to the wall. And each other.
Since January I've been working with Susanne Hudson, interior decorator. She created new rooms & named them. Music Room, above.
Recently sold, its estate sale is on now. Multi-colored marble, below.
Iron security gating INSIDE the mansion, below.
loaded with trinkets, the good stuff was leaving in several trucks as I arrived.
Susanne Hudson made this, above, mirror. Hung on an outside wall of her carriage house.
Design techniques are the same.
But the scale is larger than life. Look close, above, old tools drape the arbor.
Fresh, silly, classic, stately, sustainable, low-maintenance, above. So old it seems new. French toile patterns date back centuries using the old tool bouquet motif.
My late friend/mentor/client/artist/rancher Mary Kistner instilled her mantra well, It's what we do with what we have.
Junk, glorious garden junk. Can you believe I do get rid of things...occasionally?
Unexpectedly, delightfully, the garden bells clap in the wind. Do you think this looks like a pile of junk on the wall? That's fine. Each piece of junk has a backstory making me smile. One piece involves a police chopper, ooh-la-la. Another was found in England at Great Dixter.
PINK's tiny redecorated bathroom inspired me the next morning. Why?
PINK's shower curtain fabric, found at Forsyth Fabrics. Oh my.
Can you believe these Tool Bouquets? Tools were already laying on my breakfast table, for days, playing with mental arrangements.
PINK's tiny bath lives big with a view of the terrace where we dined. Her boyfriend recently spent hours in her garden. Haven't met him yet but I know he cares for her greatly to have done such hard labor. Oh, and the sexy shoes he buys her. We didn't talk only of Russia. Boyfriend talk was delicious too. But another type of blog entirely.
Less than a mile away we found our quarry.
This little garden, literally, 2' wide, and about 45' long.
Crunchy gravel, lovely understated pots, lots of serene green, touches of chaos, touches of order. Big dose of tasty aged architecture. Can you believe this is Birmingham, ALABAMA and not Birmingham, ENGLAND?