My San Franciscan Branch

Funny story...

So, I'm in San Francisco with The Big Guy for a conference and the wives have a shopping day on the itinerary for one day that the men have a meeting. They take us to an expensive, boutique-lined street and drop us off to shop and lunch the afternoon away. Many of the women scattered to hit the high-priced boutiques and 3 of us lagged behind and made a plan.

We escaped the high priced street and hoofed our way 20 minutes away to Presidio, a great place for consignment and discount decor shops. More our speed. We scampered along, giggling like three girls who had just skipped class when right in the middle of the sidewalk lay the coolest branch!

We looked at it for a bit, marveling at the pods and leaves and the graceful curve then set it back down and walked away. Soon, I turned back and snatched it up and carried it down the street. My friend laughed and shook her head and told me to stuff it in my purse so the ends stuck out like those ladies in Paris coming from the flower shop. So I did.

I can't tell you how many people stopped me to ask if my branch was real and where did I buy it! I stuck that baby right into my suitcase and brought it right back to Pa. I fumigated it, and deconstructed my whole mantle to work it into my decor:



So, this is my spare mantle for Autumn that highlights my favorite San Francisco souvenir. Want to show me your own Fall mantle? I have a link up below, just because you love to show off and I love to peek inside your homes!

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