Smitten

This leaf caught my eye this morning. It had lost all its true edges...and what was left was an interesting weathered and worn version of its former self.  It's like the edges had been aged and burned. I was smitten with the perfectly imperfect artfulness of it.

Then I saw this amazing hydrangea at Patty's. And again...I was smitten....but this time with the nearly perfect soft transition from the white to pink. 

There's beauty in perfection...at the same time there's beauty in imperfection.

Paul spied a garage sale while on his bike and clued me in. It was just a short distance from the condo....so it became the destination for a morning walk. The lawn was covered in vintage...mostly painted chairs....and I was smitten. All of a sudden I thought I needed chairs. But I exercised restraint....at the time. 

The scene was like an art piece on its own. The owner of the home was a wedding planner....so used the chairs for some of her gigs. How fun is that!

I showed Patty the photo when I was helping her with a garden project...and we got right in her car and drove down and sat in almost every chair. She purchased a couple fabulous soft mid-century modern ones in a bright aqua blue. I didn't get a photo....but I know where she lives!

With restraint out the window...these two little purple chairs came home with me...they were quite cortable. I will paint them another color....and maybe pass them on to Sam for his new apartment to go along with the kitchen table I snagged for free a month or so ago. We'll see if he's smitten with them too.