I thought I was over this sort of thing, but I just can't help it - I am compelled to create a seasonal vignette in the Bistro.
My mom always made a big deal out of being Pennsylvania Dutch. I grew up believing my ancestors came from the land of tulips and windmills. Turns out, Pennsylvania Dutch means German. Oh well, I still love tulips and brave little boys who can save the world by sticking their finger in the dam. By the way, that's my mom's childhood copy of Hans Brinker behind little Sonja! Sorry so dark, but I shoot when the mood strikes!
The Front Room is painted.............more later.