Memories of Wrought Iron

I used to teach second grade, and I really encouraged my students to make connections while reading. Does the book remind you of another book (text to text), of an experience (text to self), or of something happening in the world (text to world)? The idea was to take that connection and develop it into a story.

If you haven't noticed, I make a lot of connections. I'm kind of all over the place. You've noticed, haven't you? Well, I'll go ahead and call it making connections. You can call it random. I'm sure you can figure out where I'm heading with all of this...wrought iron reminds me of something.

The house that I grew up in had a very large balcony surrounded by wrought iron. My sister, my neighbor Gayle, and I would roller skate, have pool parties, and play hopscotch up there.

One day, we saw a car coming down the road. We thought it belonged to a man we went to church with. The three of us decided we would moon the guy. So down went our pants on the count of three. We were pretty proud of ourselves...until the car turned up our driveway. Did I mention my mom had a very similar car to the one we thought belonged to the man at church? She didn't think it was very funny, butt we did. (That was bad, I know--not the mooning, the use of the word butt.) We really felt like rebels at the age of 7, 9, and 10.

So that's it. That's my connection, and by the way, I am really loving these beds. The Anthropologie bed is kind of out there, but I kind of really love it.

image from West Elm

image from Pottery Barn

image from Anthropologie