Monday, April 14, 2014

Repairing the Wheels

I've been looking for just the perfect picture to illustrate my life these days, and I think I finally found it. It's from a card that the Practical One sent to her grandmother. I think it sums it up pretty well.


First, an update on the Duchess.  

She is doing wonderfully! She's nothing if not determined, after all, and she is determined to rehabilitate those legs. She has done so well that the knee which was once broken into three bionic pieces is now considered her "good knee".  In a few months, she'll have her second surgery, this time to  replace the other knee. If she keeps this up, she'll be ready for a new gig by Christmas.


  Other than doing Duchess duty, 
I've been busy and  (honestly?) a bit overwhelmed.    

Right before the surgery,  we had the task of emptying  and dividing family treasure from my (late) mother-in-law's home.  Besides being emotional, the job was enormous. It took Two Men and a Truck to bring our portion to south Georgia. Much of it is being stored for the daughters. After schtuffing up the attic(s), we finally bit the bullet and rented a storage unit.

Just a fraction of it.


Oy.  

The rest of it  will take up residence right here.   (More about that soon...) The only thing I've painted is the inside of this wonderful old cabinet  made by Sir Lotsa Hair's grandfather. It was returned to its original (white) color.



OK, technncally that's not the only thing that got painted. 
The carpet in front of it got a white wash too. 


Yes, I used a drop cloth,
 and no, I do not know how it happened.
 I never even discovered it until it was too late.  

By the way, do you know what happens when chalk paint oozes slowly out of a container onto the carpet and goes unnoticed for a weekend because you're out of town?  It dries to a nice, hard, plaster. 


Seriously, it is so hard  you can knock on it. 

Knock Knock
Who's there?
Boo
Boo Hoo...

Have I ever mentioned that the one room in this house that  doesn't  didn't really need new carpet was the living room?  Yeah, well now it does...

... which would be the reason that this is yet another post which might be titled,
 "Why Debbie Is Still Not Getting New Living Room Furniture." 

Except that isn't true. 

I'm getting new living room furniture anyway.  

Yep. I'm as surprised as you are.  I would call it a pity purchase from all that boo hoo-ing, but it was actually in the works before the great carpet misadventure.  We were going to get a new sofa  and new chairs.  Now, we're just getting a new sofa and reupholstering the chairs... 

..and getting new carpet. Let's not forget the new carpet.

Regardless, I am choosing to consider the glass half full.  The fact that it is half full of paint because the other half dripped onto the carpet is irrelevant and should not diminish the optimism of this post. 

I'll spill more about this later, but here's a hint as to the color family. 



Surprise. Surprise. Surprise. 

In my head, I sound just like Gomer Pyle.

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So, what's up in your corner of Mayberry?



Tuesday, March 18, 2014

The Great Green Surgery Adventure



... otherwise known as
Spending St. Patrick's Day With A Duchess On Wheels. 



If you've read here long enough, you know that the Duchess is a woman on the go. Really, nothing much keeps her down for very long. What I haven't mentioned lately is the form of mobile transportation she's been using to do it all.

She went from two wheels...




... to  three wheels



... to four wheels.  


And on occasion to even  more wheels.   



While I admit that it was kind of nice to push her around for a change, nobody has been happy about a Duchess on wheels, especially the Duchess.

 A little pain at 75 is normal, but what we had was anything but normal.  So says the little boy who grew up in the house behind her, anyway.  These days, he makes his living as an orthopedic surgeon. What he discovered upon inspection was that we did, indeed, have problems of the abnormal variety.

The primary culprit was that fancy schmancy bionic knee that she had installed about a decade ago. They don't come with a lifetime guarantee, after all, and hers had managed to break into three pieces, causing additional damage to both the shin and thigh bones  in so doing.

Good grief. No wonder she has been in so much pain. 

So yesterday, while the rest of the world was celebrating St. Patrick's Day, 
she took a ride on these wheels. 


The little boy who grew up behind her didn't actually do the surgery. Apparently, they call in the big guns when you have blown out bionics and bone damage.

We called in the big guns too. The Great Green Surgery Adventure was enough to bring that big sister of mine all the way from Colorado.  The only bright spot of the day was being able to spend it with both of my sisters.

I've mentioned how fond I am of sisters, right?

The three of us followed her all the way into Pre Op, where she waited on the runway to get clearance for take off. That's the way it felt, anyway. I'm thankful to say that I didn't know hospitals had gotten so high tech with color coded tracking boards on the wall.


Patient # 19442 regaled us with her never ending repertoire of Irish songs because that's the way she rolls on St. Patrick's Day. I would show you the video that I took of her, but then she would have to kill me.

Hennessey Tennessee toodled the flute for nearly two hours before they wheeled her off, humming a little and pretending not to be nervous at all. She wasn't really fooling anyone, but we let her pretend anyway.  We pretended right back.

And then, we waited. We ate a late lunch and taught the high tech systems engineer from Colorad-y all about Pinterest.  She had never even  heard of it because, apparently,  she got most of the genes in her pool from Dad's side of the family.  A few hours with the weird sisters, and she was fully hooked.  Glad to help, Pinterest.

The surgery ended up taking about 3 1/2 hours. They encountered more damage than originally thought, but Dr. Big Guns was very positive and optimistic about the success of it.

Whew.

She got to her room about 7:00, very groggy and in a great deal of pain. As the anesthesia wore off and the pain medicine kicked in, things began to look a little more normal. She asked about her brother and her friend who is in hospice so we knew about whom she had been thinking   worrying at take off.  She tried to pick out faces in the room and asked for some water.

And then, 
she looked at the 250 pound nurse named Mike and said,

Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?

Big Mike had absolutely no clue what she was talking about, but we did. Pretty soon, he understood as well because she started singing the song that goes with the question, followed by a few more wee Irish tunes as well. When he didn't join in, she decided aloud that he must not be Irish. 

The fact that she isn't Irish either is irrelevant to her on St. Patrick's Day.

And with that, she was back, still very tired and in some pain, but every bit the Duchess. You've just gotta love that woman. 

I'm heading back to the hospital this morning to relieve the Farm Sister who did night duty. I'll spend the day and night there because that's the way we roll around here.  We anticipate a painful day today as she starts her therapy.

Not looking forward to that but it is a very necessary evil. 

 She'll be at this hospital for the rest of this week. Where she goes next is still up in the air, probably to a swing bed closer to home.  Wherever it is, that's where I'll be. I'll probably have time to sit and blog stalk in the days to come, which will be a welcome relief from recent weeks of distractions.

Anyway, that's where we stand this morning.  We're praying for a complete recovery and would appreciate any and all prayers as well.

So... how did you spend your St. Patrick's Day? Bet it wasn't quite the same as mine.

Friday, March 14, 2014

Window Wokking

I was about to start this post with the following statement: 

I can't believe it's Friday already.  

Then, I thought about it and decided that yes, I can.  I can jolly well believe that it's Friday and that another week has disappeared.  That's the way things have been rolling around here for quite some time now. Why wouldn't I believe it?  My life is nothing if not predictable.

If I want to spend time catching up with this favorite pastime of mine, it's a safe prediction that I will become Debbie Interrupted.   Something. Will. Happen.  Someone out there will provide me with a different plan.

If I'm not interrupted?
  Well then, I'll come down with an incredible case of blogger's block.  
Or the demons will possess the laptop.
Or the internet service will inexplicably disappear. 
Or we'll have some random weather event. 
 I dunno what kind...
There's a fault line somewhere in Georgia. I  predict an earthquake. 

If you're picking up on a little grumpy gussing, you would be correct. I'm sorry that you're on the receiving end, but I thought it was time to give the family a break from the weekly daily lamentation. Besides, they tuned me out six months ago. All they hear is Charlie Brown's teacher.



So anyway...

I was planning to squeeze in a little post about a little project this morning. By my reckoning, it was going to take me about ten minutes to get it done. This means that I should have chiseled out about four hours and fifteen minutes.  

Five minutes to grumble.
Ten minutes to write.
And four hours to find the photos to go along with it. 

That's also the way things roll around here. I take no less than 1.2 million pictures in any given year, folks.  My problem is not taking pictures. It's more of a real estate thing.

Location. 
Location.
Location. 

I have those 1.2 million photos stashed computer folders. Somewhere hidden among them is a picture that I took of the boring rod pocket panels hanging in my dining room right now.  I just can't find it. The only photo I can locate with a picture of them is this one.  

The before shot of the dining room light fixture. 


Only... don't look up *there*. 
This post has nothing to do with the light.  


It has to do with the curtains. 


 These are the unfortunate rod pocket panels that I have hanging in my dining room.  It's not the pattern or colors that I dislike. I actually like that. It's not the quality either. For ready made curtains, it's really very good. They're Waverly, and I like Waverly.

 It's just the whole rod pocket thing that bugs me.

It isn't just a plain old rod pocket either, it's a big honkin' rod pocket with a good four inches that are supposed to stand up above the rod. Only they don't stand up. They droop like hormone hair on a humid day.  That's why I fixed them.  

It was so easy to fix that I thought I would share it, just in case someone else out there has a rod pocket thing going on that they want to fix too. 

I just removed the top row of stitches for the rod pocket with a seam ripper. Then I folded all six inches of that rod pocket  forward along the lower row of stitches. I pressed it and  stitched with the machine to make it lie flat.



Then, I added a little fringe along the bottom to give it  length.
  It needed length.



Sewed on some rings, and there ya go.




Total cost of the project was less than $10.00 for the fringe and rings.  There's nothing in the world that perks me up faster than a cheap project using schtuff I already have.

I think it looks much better, don't you?





And that, friends, is all I've got for the day. I had plans for more computer time, but I received   3... 4 phone calls while writing this post, and my plans for the afternoon have been changed, which means that my plans for the morning will have to be changed to accommodate them. 

'Cause that's the way it rolls around here.  This is the song that doesn't end. It just goes on and on my friend...

  

Sunday, March 9, 2014

When God Shops The ReStore

Can you stand another post about that coffee table? I hope so because you're going to get it. This one isn't so much about the craftiness of the thing. It's about the treasure I picked up along the way.



A few weeks ago, I mentioned that we were studying this verse in my Bible study class.

Be devoted to one another in genuine love. 
Give preference to one another in honor. 
~Romans 12:10


I mentioned in that post that there was a nugget about that word honor,  but that would have to be a post for another day. Well, today's the day.  

Honor, after all, tends to be one of those squishy words. We all use it, and we all pretty much think we understand what it means. If we're asked to give a concrete definition of it, though, words kind of fail us. They fail me anyway. Honor is something that you give. It's something that you show, and it's something that you feel, but how exactly would I define it without using the word honor?

See what I mean? Squishy.

Fortunately for the Romans, Paul's word wasn't in the least bit squishy. When they read the words give preference to one another in honor,  they knew exactly what he meant. That's because Paul used a very specific Greek word here.  This one:

 τιμή  (timē) :  Value; the value by which a price is fixed or the price itself.

Funny that not a single translation puts it that way. Wouldn't it be a lot simpler to understand? To honor someone is to value them. It's to place a price on them based on what we believe them to be worth.

We get that. We live in a commercial world, after all. We know all about values and pricing. Just as the world places a  value on its stuff, believers are to place a value on one another.

We're just not supposed to do it by the world's standards.  The world places its value on the superficial and temporal.  You know... kind of like the way that old coffee table was priced at the ReStore.

Told you I was getting around to this...

The world looks at the surface damage and broken pieces and says,

Meh... 20 bucks.


But God is in the restoration business.


I have it on good Authority that He loves the hand sander even more than I do.
 His power tools have real power, too.  And those broken pieces?  
They're His specialty.

I don't know how you feel about that, but this old diamond in the rough finds that pretty comforting.

And that's not even the good part yet.
It gets better. 

Folks, if all we're thinking about is our makeover value, we're still stuck in the standards of the world. God's value doesn't really have anything to do with the makeover at all. It has everything to do with the price  He was willing to pay, surface damage, broken pieces and all.

I thought my ladies needed to remember that 
so I made some  price tags to stick on them.


Lest they ever forget how valuable they are to God.    


And in so doing, forget to value one another as well.

*****
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Monday, March 3, 2014

Copy Cat Coffee Table

Remember when we used to have all those copy cat challenges out here in blog land? I loved those. I haven't seen one around in a while so I guess I'll just have to make up my own copy cat challenge this morning. I'll call it  Debbie's Copycat Party for One.

Because I've been cheating off someone else's blog paper again,
 and I'm  ready to yak about it.

This time, it's a copy cat coffee table.  
(Try saying that three times fast.)

I gave a little sneak peak of the table in the collage that I posted on Friday. It was a project that I was supposed to finish in the month of February, but I didn't quite make it. March is looking pretty good so far, though. Just three days into the month, and she's basically done.

The inspiration: 
 This table from  The Endearing Home. 


That table has lived in my head for quite a while now. I've just been waiting for  the right one to make over and wasn't willing to settle for something less than perfect.

Right after the first of the year, I ventured into the reStore
 and found this  for a whopping $20.00

Little Miss Perfect


Close enough to perfect for me, anyway. 

Yes, her top was seriously scratched, and yes, one of her drawers was broken.



Her shape was absolutely perfect though, and her wood was really solid.  I loved the shape of her legs and those little nobby things all the way around.  I was also almost positive that there was something really beautiful living under all that scratch and stain on the top, too.


 I was right.



I made my own chalk paint with some Heirloom white because, really, I just wanted a simple white finish on the bottom of this. That's not to say that I don't love the washed finishes, I just didn't want one here.

For now, at least, 


To get the color I wanted for the top, 
I used a base stain of Cabernet and then a second stain of  red mahogany. 


I filled the holes for the knobs and replaced them with just one knob per drawer.  For now, I'm just using the old knobs, darkened with some oil rubbed bronze and espresso.  I'm actually planning to get new knobs entirely, but I stuck these there for now since they were free, and free is my BFF. 



I'm not quite finished with the top. It still lacks (probably just one) coat of  tung oil. I'm trying to behave and wait a good week between the final stain and the finish.  Don't ask me how I know this, but being impatient between coats in a staining project can cause a big old mess and a lot of crying. 

Who has time for mess and crying?


So right now, I'm twiddling my thumbs and staring at her.  


And  thinking about the other furniture adventure I started in February.


 Think I'll get it finished by the end the March?   

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Friday, February 28, 2014

Of Noggers and Taupe-Lifts

I know it's the shortest month of the year, but am I the only one who thinks that this February was even shorter than ever?  I started out with such good intentions,  but before I knew it, the whole month was shot.

I'm blaming winter. 
And the piney stick forest that fell on my lawn. 
And  the power company.
And OK, the septic tank too. 

If that doesn't work, I'll blame hormones. At 52, you can blame hormones for everything. That's why I'm blaming my hormones for a the serious case of decorating ADD that kept me from finishing all  the projects on my February list.  

'Cause I started this month with the best laid plans. 

 I had all kinds of irons in the fire, folks. Some were big refinishing projects.
 Others,  I just wanted to taupe up a bit.   

I not only planned to finish it all; I planned to blog about it too. 
 Of course, you know what they say about the best laid plans... 


So here I am at the end of the month with a coffee table and side chair that remain unfinished.  I did manage to complete some taupe projects. I just never yakked about them. That's why I decided to do an end-of-the-month installment in the Nogger Collection called:


Five taupe projects that I never blogged about:


#1. A little taupe table...
 $10.00 at an estate sale two years ago.  Finally painted it about a month ago. 


#2. A little taupe lamp

It started out as a $2.00 brass lamp, and yes I realize that painting it oil rubbed bronze hardly qualifies it for a taupe nogger.  I'm counting it anyway because I added a little espresso paint for contrast.  Espresso is just an Italian way of saying taupe. Everybody knows that.  

See? Taupe.



#3.  Three little taupe candlesticks. 

I painted them. Big deal. I know.


Along those same lines...


#4. A little taupe tray



# 5. Little taupe photo editing  

Yes, I'm putting that in the taupe category, too.  I was planning to print the little photo above  in black and white,  but then I started thinking.

I'm always thinking...

Sepia is actually a form of taupe, isn't it?  And since my home is more tan than gray, sepia photos would just naturally look better than black and white, wouldn't they?  Yep, I thought so too.

Now, I'm on a little sepia kick.  

The photo editor turned these three wedding cake photos sepia.  
I hung them in the dining room because cake is kind of dining roomy. 

 The top one is ours. 


The bottom two are our parents. 



Love them, and though the photo sort of makes it look as if the wall swallows them up, it doesn't. It sort of draws you in to them instead.( Plus, I went ahead and purchased two more frames to go with it just in case I need them some day.) 

Just tossing that one out there in case my daughters  are reading...


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And that's all the taupe Noggin' I have for this morning.

I was also busy last week with an adventure of another sort,  but there was nothing whatsoever taupe about it so it can't go in this post. That's the rule. I know because I made it up.  I'll just say that it involved a trip to Atlanta with not one but two daughters... plus a niece for good measure.  It. Was. Lovely. If I ever do a pink nogger post, I'll be sure to yak all about it. 

 Until then...





Tuesday, February 18, 2014

A Week For the Dumper

Another quick post from me this morning. I've been awash in a sea of crazy which started with that ice storm last week and has ended with the second of two funerals to attend this morning.   In between, there was comfort food to fix and deliver and a Saturday spent working the local Soup Kitchen.


That added a couple hundred more meals- on- wheels to the mix.


When we weren't fixing food, we were cleaning debris from lawns both here and at The Duchy.  I'm glad to say that the Duchy is finished. Many hands made light work there on Sunday as we determined that our ox was  most definitely in the ditch and did a family clean up after lunch.

The Duchess lives in town so we merely had to haul it to the curb. 


We, on the other hand, live in the county. That means we have to haul ours to the landfill. So far, we've taken three truck loads, and we haven't started the back lawn yet.

 We'll get to that whenever we can.  You see, we've been interrupted mid pick- up by an unfortunate septic incident.  It's our second visit from these guys in as many months.


..which is why it's looking very much like a blog post  titled: 

Why Debbie Is Not Getting New Living Room Furniture 

Now folks, lest you read this as a bunch of grousing, it's not.   At least, it's not intended to be.  As I mentioned, I had two funerals to attend this week.  If that doesn't put perspective on septic tank and drain field issues, nothing will. 

 It's more in the way of an explanation as to where in the world Debbie has flitted off to this time and why I am not attending my favorite blog party, the Note Card Party  at A Haven for Vee.

I was going to create masterpieces surrounding the theme, "Looking Up!" (I thought it was pretty appropriate right now.) Instead, I find myself looking down at my two feet running in four different directions. Don't tell me that is not physically possible, either. I'm here to tell you that is. 

 Since 2014 is supposed to be the Year of Balance, I am going to scale back that plan and save it for next month.

Of course, by then I might have a whole different theme in mind. I'm fickle like that. Just in case, I thought I would leave you with just one of the sky peeks I was working into a card.

It came from a blog post in 2011.
I called it my patch of blue.



(If you'd like to read that Simple Pleasure, click HERE )

Hoping things are back to normal in Mayberry soon. 
I have an adventure coming up, and I want to yak about it.

Comments off until I get caught up a bit.









Thursday, February 13, 2014

When The Love(Shack) Grows Cold

We interrupt your winter storm watch for a very quick  photo op. I would post something more entertaining or interesting, but we've been dealing with Georgia's version of an ice storm around here, which means we've been playing cat and mouse with pine trees on the power lines.   It has been an on again - off again romance with Georgia Power since about 8:00 Wednesday morning.

Currently, we're on... again.

The folks out at the farm?
 They're still off. 
That would include The Love Shack as well.


In truth, the Farm Sister was made for such a time as this. That's not to say that she enjoys it. It's just that she's one of those super organized  preppers  who sees it as an opportunity to execute The Plan  without the corresponding zombie apocalypse.

The Newlywed Niece  had a plan too.  Her plan was to pack her bags and go home to mother.

 For one thing, she's kind of a nut off the Aunt Debbie Tree in the prepper department.

For another,  misery loves company. 

So they loaded the truck and made their way down the Georgia clay road that connects the Love Shack to the farmhouse.

Riddle me this, Blogland:  

What's slicker than red clay on a Georgia dirt road?

Nothing much, except maybe,
  ice on the  red clay on a Georgia dirt road.   

She's a bit of a nut off the Debbie Tree in another area too, though. While the husband was slip sliding away across the Georgia clay, she had him stop long enough to take a picture.  

A girl after my own heart. 

Isn't there a loveliness to it? 


I think so.

It's the whole reason for this blog post.

I'm not sure what kind of editing she did. All I know is that she smart- phoned the thing off to Facebook, which is where I saw it.   I thought it was too pretty not to share. If her lawyer calls me about copyright infringement, I'll let you know. 

As for me? That's all I have for now. I've been too busy trying to heat coffee over a Yankee candle to blog anything. Plus, our pictures aren't lovely at all. We don't  have icy oaks on a Georgia clay road. We have piney stick tree tops over a hot mess of a lawn.

Guess what we'll be doing for Valentines Day this year?

*****

Update!

Woohooo and praise the LORD!
 Just wanted to update that she finally got her power back
 tonight (Saturday) at around 8:00 PM.












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