I've been meaning to do this for a long time, and Bo's birthday party is as good an excuse as any.
Hay bale seating.
There will be a food table between the bales by Monday.
I can't remember whether it was my friend Emily who first brought the idea to my attention or a picture from Country Living's website in my bookmarks. You can find more hay bale goodness at these links (warning: looking at these pictures might make you wish you could do your wedding all over again.):
From Sparkle & Hay
From Fiore Fresco, a slightly different take on it
We bought four hay bales tonight for $5 each from a delightful man named Sergey we found on Craigslist. For a moment, I thought J had found his new bestie.
Advice: you need the quilts or some sort of cover on the hay. Unless you enjoy the hokey pokey.
These lovely quilts happen to be very special to me. The blue one was made for my dad by his grandmother, so it's about 70 years old. The holes are courtesy of my childhood dog Rocky, who had a thing for blankets, Barbie dolls and hippity hops.
The red one was something I spied at the Farm Chicks Show his year. I must have visited it 10 times, and then, at the end of day 2, I came around the corner and saw my dear friend Nis holding it.
"Here," she said, thrusting it at me. "You have to have it."
I truly think of her every time I look at it. Thanks again for the wonderful gift, Nis.
Bo's reaction when she saw the hay bales tonight: "What does hay have to do with Sleeping Beauty Goes Camping?!!" (which is her birthday theme, if you're just tuning in).
Don't be silly, I replied. Don't you remember the horse the prince rides in the Sleeping Beauty movie? Well ... horses eat hay!
Good, good. Glad we're all on board. Now if poor J would just stop sneezing.