Again, I’ve been wooed by the Target bulls-eye. What turned into finding a baby shower present and picking up toilet paper only led me to casually walk the aisles for clearance treasures.
Yesterday I found little lanterns and suddenly flashes of miniature Martha Stewart garden parties on my porch started reeling through my head like a silent movie. That’s right, garden parties aren’t for gardens anymore. They can be right in a suburban 3rd floor apartment just minutes from a metropolis.
And so shall it be.
Sunday craft time.
The lanterns cost about a buck each. I used left over candles from my wedding (why did I buy so many??). And I had my kind, patient husband help me hang them from the porch ceiling.
As he’s screwing in the hooks I kept thanking him in between saying, “Are you sure we can put holes in the ceiling?” Don’t get me wrong, I wanted them there, I just also wanted to shirk responsibility in the case of a tenant no-no.
I tied the lanterns to string. . .maybe I’ll get out some pretty ribbon later. . .
and hung them from the hooks.
Third floor garden party.
You’re invited. . .
Just bring the dessert :)