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Monday, October 14, 2013

Birch Logs

I guess I'm not done with my woodland phase  I saw these birch log pillows and am quite smitten with them as well.

Growing up in Connecticut, there were loads of these trees at my grandparents' house.  I loved the bark and would make little canoes to float on the water from it.  There was something about the pale bark with the black knots that always drew me to it.  Maybe it was the contrast that caught my eye?

Well living in the South, I don't see these too often and miss them. And as long as you are reading, I have a funny story to tell.

One of my talented interior designer friends was looking for some birch logs for her show house room design.  My brother in law, in Vermont knew of a neighbor's tree that was dead and could cut some.  It was winter and he did it anyhow.  Well, my husband brought them back and they were installed in the beautiful room.  A few days later, all kinds of little bugs crawled out of the thawed logs and created havoc in this expensive place.  I guess they had been hibernating in the dead tree.  Yikes!  Nice how things get more amusing as plenty of time has passed.

So with that firmly in my memory, I really LIKE the pillow logs.  Yes, the real thing is preferred, but these are pretty cute too.  You can find them here.

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