Properly Addressed

We've lived in our house for 14 months now. When people come to visit for the first time we tell them our address and then say, "But we don't have a house number. Yet."

The yet has been hanging there for a good long while now.

I bought those classic brass-looking numbers with every good intention of putting them up. Never did. They just seemed so boring. . .

Then, one day, we came up with the idea for this:

We searched flea markets and junk shops for old license plates that contained the right numbers and letters. Cutting them out was a bit of a task but finally we found heavy duty tin snips that would do the job. Yesterday morning I finally finished the cutting and Ali suggested that we use a board off the fence in the backyard that the dogs had pulled off to nail the pieces to. 

She's a genius I tell ya!

While I was busy snipping tin, sawing boards and nailing numbers, Ali busied herself with her latest project. 

Yes, it's another new (huge) flowerbed! I don't know why I bothered with the new house numbers. . .all we have to do is tell people that it's the only house on Hurd Avenue that has no grass!