Oh, it's not my usual non-smartphoner musings, like, "If the program is called Twitter, and the messages are "tweets" are the users referred to as "twits?" Or, "Instagram?" OOOooo it's about time someone created a fast-food s'more chain."
Today I wonder, "How can I participate in the ultimately right-up-my-alley #PROJECTdecor?"
I tried uploading pictures to Twitter, where I received a message that my files were too massive. I tried dumbing my files down, only to discover I have no time or patience for that. I tried activating a hand-me-down smart phone, only to be told by the customer service rep that the ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY WE CAN'T HELP YOU WITHOUT IT THANKS FOR YOUR MONEY HOPE YOU FIND IT activation code was on the long-since discarded packaging... Sigh. So, lastly, I'm going to link up by posting my own blog entry, not because I choose to be a loner, or think I'm above joining the rest, but that I have exhausted my sad technological options. But enough wordiness, because, if you're anything like me, you don't even notice the text in the home-improvement magazine, it's all about the PHOTOS.
|Handed down from big sister, this bookshelf serves as a great guitar stand. Guitar strap is a belt made by an a tribesman in Northern Argentina.|
"Christina, are those clothes hung on your old shower curtain rod?" Yes, yes they are. Notice the adorable sized violin hanging alongside. My little man is a full blown musician. He's a bit of an accessory guy as well. He loves his hats and "straps" or as I call them, ties.
A church closing her doors graciously allowed us to come and take anything we might use. I picked this orange wall organizer because I had a few very important pieces to file.
The frames are from his formerly frogs room. I replaced amphibian drawings with something even lovelier :)
then added some wired ribbon I found in my gift wrapping supplies. The books are stored in another garage sale find. I paid a dollar for this magazine display.
Wow. I took pictures of some other rooms too, but golly-geewillakers, this would go on forever if I did another living space tonight.
Thanks Tabitha, for letting me kinda-sorta participate! xoxo