Remember on February 1st I posted this yam that I started to let flower?Well it just keeps on going and growing... I thought it looked very pretty on this little table by the front entry way. This table originally sat at the foot of stairs that led up to bedrooms in my childhood home.
The table held the telephone. They were black and boxy then with a dial.
I used to sit on the stairs and talk on the phone to Patty across the street for hours.
Later on there may have been a boy crush who'd call and then I'd drag the phone into the closet
where my mom kept the vacuum cleaner for privacy.
I'm glad I still have this table.