Japan has somehow undergone a transformation over the past month. We've been spending so much time out here it really needed a change from "before" photo, below. I went shopping in my own house, always fun, bought a couple of outdoor rugs, used some various fabric and voila, it's well on its way!
Recall what it looked like a few weeks ago as the summer season was just getting started. The pink chairs were purchased last summer as was the outdoor sectional and boring beige cushions, our first big purchases after moving in to our dream home! Well, they were big to us.
The planter was also purchased last summer and the vintage elephant table was a Craigslist find. I got the $10 palm yesterday and recently bought the two aqua/turquoise outdoor rugs. Here's my pathetic "mom" secret, though. Look at the top photo and look at the one below.
I keep the pink and red Ikea outdoor runners that I've had for a few months on top of the aqua rugs because wet/muddy/dirty kiddos are constantly walking up to me asking, "Can you hold this dirt encrusted worm for a minute?" or "Watch me pour this fruit punch from 3 feet above my head into my mouth with my eyes closed!" I don't want to be sticking out my arm hollering "HALT!" all the time. No room for preciousness in our house but plenty of room for another layer of pink in the form of Ikea prohylaxis!
Every month I change the fake flowers that are in our flagpole holder out in front (What? You don't fly fake flowers?!) and Juniorette took a bunch from my collection and threaded them through the lattice across from the couch.
The tablecloth is a vintage one that I bought last summer from the beautiful shop called Smyle here in Rhode Island. The white tissue under the right chair is because Husband forgot to change the cat litter and someone used the restroom UNDER MY PINK CHAIR. Sorry, I didn't notice until just now.
It seems one just can't escape the potty talk at Casapinka. I was delighted, however, that the girl in front of us at Michael's today got her fake tatoos taken away because she kept saying sh*t sh*t sh*t over and over again. It was great. Mom kept saying, "I have no idea what you're saying but stop it!" You should have seen Junior's look. Condescending contempt doesn't begin to describe what he thought of the mom's lack of understanding. "She's saying a swear - doesn't her mom understand her?" I moved him away before he helpfully informed her of this fact. The photo is of a leftover party decoration from Bubble's (Juniorette's real nickname) birthday party. Whatever, it matches.
Are you sick of it yet? Ha! I'm not even done. I have 200 fairy lights to hang and a couple of lamps to drag out of the basement so reading is easier at night.
I'll probably also cover this table with something other than Ikea fabric since I just realized most of my porch is courtesy of the Swedish Fish, itself. It's ok, I'm in love with it and when Husband came home last night he told me I'd made a tropical paradise which is really what it feels like!
I lit candles when the sun set and read and crocheted in the dim magic of Japan while enjoying the scent of fake flowers.