This morning my husband asked me if I wanted to go to our local farmers market.  It was such a beautiful fall morning, visited with old and new friends along the way.  Looked at all the fresh produce, and preserves.  We couldn't pass up on a peach crisp, it looked so nummy.
  In my travels I found a man selling barnwood picture frames and shelves with old hooks and door knobs.  I couldn't pass up this beauty, and the price was right.  I'm almost giddy just thinking where I can hang it.   I think it'll go beautifully in the bathroom.
  I've decided next weekend I'll be a vender at the market and see how it goes.  I love fall, and the next few markets are going to be fall themes, just up my alley.