Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Sorry, but I have to brag here for a minute -- my daughter's soccer team finished the season yesterday with a 22 and one record!
Monday, October 29, 2007
Saturday, October 27, 2007
- I love to sing. By myself. When no one is around. Once, I was wailing away in the garage, when my neighbor happened to stop by. Major embarrassment.
- I'm a frustrated artist. I used to draw, and paint in watercolors. Now I channel my artistic urges by shopping in thrift stores, arranging my finds, and photographing them for you.
- I hate to vacuum and clean bathrooms. I don't mind dusting, and I love to empty the dishwasher. This last one may have something to do with the fact that dishes are involved because, as you know, I love dishes! :)
- I am addicted to Sudoku, the Japanese logic puzzles. Have you tried them? They're great.
- I get nervous if I don't have something to read. My husband and I both read at the dinner table. Yes, I know this is rude, but I guess it's OK if everyone at the table is doing it.
- In person, I'm very quiet and shy. Online, I can schmooze with the best. Go figure.
- I love the smell of horse manure; it reminds me of my childhood. Cow manure, not so much. Chicken manure -- yikes.
Well, there you have it -- me, in a nutshell. I find it really hard to choose others to tag, so I'm just going to leave it open to you. If anyone wants to play, consider yourself tagged!
Friday, October 26, 2007
We're finally starting to see some serious fall color here at our Little Red House. This is the sugar maple that my dad planted years ago. It's always the most beautiful color in our yard. When they were little, my kids would rake all the fallen leaves, and jump off the picnic bench into the pile, crunchy and fragrant.
Will another autumn day ever be as sweet?
Edited to add: A family in my daughter's school lost a child to suicide this week. Please remember them in your prayers.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Nowadays, the mantra is "Reuse, repurpose, recycle." Being green is suddenly fashionable. Well, I'm here to tell you, my dad was green fifty years ago. Or maybe just cheap. We have two doors in our Little Red House that were already old when they were hung here. I don't know where he got them; my dad did a lot of work on construction sites, so maybe they just "fell" into the trunk of his car one day.
One is our front door -- painted white on the outside, and wonderful old grained wood on the inside. It has the greatest old doorknobs.
Even as a child, I loved these old doorknobs We used to have a skeleton key for this lock; I don't know where it is now.
The other door leads from our kitchen to the back hall. I'd like to call the back hall the mudroom, but it's really just a glorified hallway that comes from the back door. Some people have suggested that we paint this door to match the kitchen cabinets, but I wouldn't dream of it. I love it just as is.
Recently, I posted this picture of a bit of architectural salvage that I am using as a shelf on my "bird wall" in the kitchen. I was contacted by Karen, of Scioto Salvage, who wanted to use the photo in their newsletter. If you get a chance, check out their website. It's got the most beautiful old doors, and hardware, and much more. And, as they say, "you won't find this stuff at Lowes."
This is a picture of what remains of the old barn on our property. I'm determined to use those old boards for something. Any ideas?
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Here is the great room in the barn.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Lately I've been dreaming of my mother a lot. I think about her often during the day as it is, because everything in our Little Red House carries memories from my childhood. It is also her voice I hear when I'm about to do something I ought to think better of. She is my conscience, as I'm sure your mothers are for you, too.
But I also could spend hours rearranging furniture with my mother, or playing with her jewelry box. Here are a few vintage pieces from her costume jewelry -- none precious but every one priceless to me for the memories they evoke.