Flowers In The Transom

We have a lovely transom in our kitchen. So far, I haven't taken advantage of it. When we moved in, I was 3 or 4 months pregnant--not the ideal time for decorating things that are up--and when I wasn't pregnant anymore, there was this baby. Babies make you busy. And slow. And I think I am not as smart as I used to be, but that's neither here nor there. The point is this week-end I finally decorated the transom.

As a side-note, I'm a big fan of transoms. Aren't you? So romantic, so vintagey. I feel like I'm a New York City tenement, but in a good way. Or I'm in a film noir playing the sexy girl Friday in the front office. We have just a normal plain window transom over our kitchen door that leads into the back room--a door that likely used to head outside before the back of the house was added on. But there are some cooler ones here.

Back on track, I've been planning what to put in our transom for two years. I've had many ideas, some better than others. I settled on hanging little crocheted flowers.
Cheap, colorful, and very much in keeping with our whole kitchen vibe, which is a blend of cheap, colorful, vintage, and useful with a healthy dollop of a bunch of crap that doesn't go anywhere so just sits on our kitchen table making us crazy.

I copied an old flower I had laying around that I know I used a pattern for but now have lost track of what it was. I used 100% cotton from Peaches and Cream and Lion Kitchen Cotton, my main kitchen crochet yarns, though I'm secretly longing to try some fancier cotton yarn. . .

I made a few flowers and went to hang them. I am a bit of a corner-cutter and I have a sprained wrist so I can't exactly hammer AND we have lost the nails, which is a scary thought in a house with a toddler. So I had decided to tape the flowers up there. And frankly, not enough people are taping hopelessly random crap in their transoms these days. So I got up on my chair with my Scotch tape. That's right, people. I wasn't even going to use good tape, tape likely to hold for more than a day. And what did I find but pushpins I'd nailed up there MacGyver-style last Christmas to hang lights from but then was too lazy to remove. Good for me and my lazy self. 5 pins for 5 flowers and I was good to go.

I tried to take worse pictures than this, but it just wasn't possible. I was losing the light and taking pictures of what was essentially a corner. And sadly, the light since then has been about as photo-worthy as light in, say, a basement hospital cafeteria.