A Thousand Tiny Holes in the Wall

I've been spending a great deal of time "puttering around the house" as I call it. Tweaking things, re-planting plants, changing vignettes, scrutinizing each individual piece of decor we own and asking myself "is this the right item? the right size? the right tone?".  I've been getting ready, downsizing as much as I can, making sure that in our own little frugal way: every single item we own is in the aesthetic I'm wanting for our homestead... whenever we should end up getting it. 

I thrift just about everything. 

I spend hours at our local thrift stores perusing isles with an idea in my mind of what items I'm looking for and for what purpose, and I delight when I finally find something that is of high enough quality and low enough price for the essence I'm trying to cultivate in our home. I'm finally feeling as if I'm finished, I feel like I've gathered everything I could possibly need and in the ways that I desire the items to be and now anything else I happen to stumble across along the way is just the dark sweet organic cherry on top. 

Last week at the thrift store I happened upon a dark brown wooden frame (bottom left) made in 1898 which currently has a hand written note from one of Jon's favourite artists inside (which will one day be in a different frame when we have more space, and I will fill the vintage frame with art). I intended this piece to begin my journey in handmade home decor, but the thought of letting go of a frame made that long ago from one of my most favourite aesthetic periods? Absolutely not, she belongs with me. The peonies in the top center is a Shaye Elliott print (I think it's of peonies, maybe they're roses I know she likes roses but I don't see any thorns on the stems), and to it's left is a wooden "wheel of the year" I use to keep track of the Pagan/earthly holidays I celebrate instead of the capitalist Christian ones that the mainstream does.  

I put so many little holes in the wall of our rental trying to find a configuration for the gallery wall that I enjoy (which is funny, because I don't actually like gallery walls I just don't know where else to put these particular pieces in the space we're currently living in) so that when we move to our next place (which I am intending to be a homestead... like for real) I wont have to put a bunch of holes in that wall to figure it out there, I already have every photo placement and vignette decided so I can just copy/paste and get straight to the gardening. 

Please don't tell our landlord, 

Natasha MacIsaac