"i feel foolish that i came outside carrying a wreath, hammer and nail," she said as they stood outside their glass house. he took the wreath from her hand, hung it on the doorknob and said, "let the holidays begin."
images courtesy of dwr.com; story gwendolyn horton
i'd be thrilled if the egg chair was wrapped and under the tree for me this year; i like that station wagon, too; but i shall be quite happy when the day [finally] comes that i find a place for my inherited bertoia bird chair and ottoman in my own living space instead of in my parents' attic.
the story blurb taken from dwr's november 2012 catalog and found here.
the story blurb taken from dwr's november 2012 catalog and found here.
