About a year ago my sweet friend, Brandi, offered me an antique window that she had picked up at a flea market. I was so excited to find the perfect spot for it, but as life often goes, things were busy and I never seemed to find the time to clean it up and find a place for it. So out in the garage it sat. And sat. And I looked at it all the time dreaming about where I should put it. I finally decided that I wanted it hang it in my dining room. I thought it would go perfectly with the…
