I had a large swatch of grain stripe indigo, and decided to turn it into a lavender bag to hang from my front door (which is actually no longer the front door, but still referred to as such). The weave is quite coarse so I lined the fabric with muslin to prevent any lavender flowers poking through.
In the warmer months this door is always open - it leads into my little conservatory, and then into the garden.
The original letterbox is still in the door - now tinged with rust and long redundant, it's far too small for modern mail. I hadn't really paid it much attention before, but when I got my camera out to take these photographs, and looked through the lens, I finally really noticed it, and appreciated the simple bold graphics. And anything with a hint of rust does it for me. I'm easily charmed.