
The weekend is upon us and I’m more than ready to jump into it.
Last weekend I was really domestic, getting caught up on house cleaning chores, doing piles of laundry, and generally doing the things I wasn’t doing while I was busy selling stuff at craft shows. Because I was feeling so domestic I got carried away and started obsessing about the french doors I inherited from an old convent. I want to incorporate those doors into my house and have been trying to think of possibilities.
I got a nice response on the last post about the doors by Nano, and a helpful one too. She thought I could get Ray to do anything I wanted if only I would feed him sardines and cashews and let him wash them down with whiskey. (She would know, Ray is her brother.) But if that didn’t work she suggested a Google image search of “repurposed french doors.”
I took Nano’s advice and started a Pinterest board dedicated solely to The French Door Project. I’ve been having a blast looking at all sorts of repurposed doors and other vintage door projects. I really like this one:

What a great idea! Now I have to go to an architectural salvage shop (only one of my favorite things to do) and pick up a bunch of key plates to make this. Lots of great ideas on Phantastic Phinds.
Alas, this weekend I have to suppress my desires to collect key plates to assemble a light fixture and concentrate on some candle production. I might nudge the chemist in myself and concoct a nice little autumn fragrance of apple cider. We’ll see how that goes.
Until next time, have a lovely weekend!
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Over the past few months I’ve been reading the Harry Potter books. They were well-received gifts to Paenney (my nephew) for various occasions when he was younger, so Charlotte has a nice collection of them in Paenney’s section of the bookshelf. Unfortunately the collection stops at Order of the Phoenix, which is the fifth out of seven books. I got a little panicky when I finished the Order of the Phoenix because I knew there would be no more, at least coming from Charlotte’s house. Going to sleep with Hogwarts on my mind had become routine, and everyone knows I loathe a change of routine.
I’ll revisit Hogwarts at some point, but for now I’m revisiting a book I read years ago. About twenty years ago to be more specific. I read it on the beaches of Sanibel Island, Florida during a time where an imaginary escape to New Orleans to meet the Mayfair witches was just the medicine I needed, along with the calming seashore. The book is The Witching Hour by Anne Rice.

My latest indulgence.
Way back then, Anne Rice was the only person I knew of who wrote about things that fascinated me, like vampires and witches, in such a captivating way. Her descriptive powers could put people, houses, and cities in my mind’s eye with incredible detail. I’ve collected a number of her books throughout the years and really love what she wrote throughout the decades of the ’70s, ’80s and ’90s.
So I’m being enraptured all over again with the Mayfair witches. Maybe when I’m finished reading the one thousand plus pages of this book I’ll go back to Hogwarts. Or maybe I’ll choose to stay in New Orleans and select another book from my Anne Rice collection. One thing’s for sure, my reading choices lately are those of extreme imagination. Magic and the preternatural in a gothic setting will get me every time.
To what kind of worlds do you like to fly when you read?
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