My front door is forever open. Gideon, after all, has to view the world — in our case a little town in Georgia — going by every day. I've taken a piece of Nippon (my father collects it and has thousands of pieces, some of which he's given to me on various visits up to his home in the countryside of Maryland), filled it with sand, and now use it as a very pretty doorstop.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Pretty Doorstop
My front door is forever open. Gideon, after all, has to view the world — in our case a little town in Georgia — going by every day. I've taken a piece of Nippon (my father collects it and has thousands of pieces, some of which he's given to me on various visits up to his home in the countryside of Maryland), filled it with sand, and now use it as a very pretty doorstop.
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