My grandma and my great aunt would turn over in their graves if they could see my little half bath. I painted it one weekend when the prospector was gone fishin'. ..., and then I just went a little crazy decorating it. The Prospector came home and dubbed it the"Bordello Bathroom" Even the ceiling is red. I thought maybe I had over done it, but I get more positive comments on this little "outhouse"( well, it is off the laundry room so I like to envision it as an outhouse ). Ok it's not an outhouse! But being next to the back door it's convienent if you're outside and need to find a toilet fast.
Jo, at Moodscapes (jonjdsbitsandpieces.blogspot.com) has the ultimate outhouse. I want one like her's some day. It's a real working outhouse and it's a two seater. It has a wash pitcher and bowl, mirror, a chair, a window and vintage towels and ..., well...., it's the coolest outhouse I've ever seen. So until I get one outside like Jo's I'm happy with my "Why don't you come up and see me sometime" half bath .
There is usually an oil lamp on top of the medicine chest. I'm not quite sure why..., but now, it's in the kitchen. Maybe it got moved last winter in the power outage. The little one on the windowsill really works and I love it. I don't use this one next to the lace curtains though. That would not be good.
That's my maternal great grandmother reflected in the mirror. It's what you look at when you sittin'.
She kind of makes you want to get done and get out of there fast.
Well that's about it for today. I'm going to mom's for a couple of days and wanted to leave you with something thoughtful and inspiring. Aren't you glad that most of us have indoor plumbing now; especially in the middle of the night?
See you on Sunday.
It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Thursday, August 7, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
This is actually three separate photos taken through a sprinkler on my mother's lawn. We don't have any crows where I live. They are very interesting birds. They seem to travel in groups and they are VERY noisy. They loved the sprinkler and appeared to be waiting for something to pop up out of the lawn. Bugs?, worm?, E. A. Poe? They're such a presence and so shiny black. I was lucky that they stayed long enough for me to get my camera. They stayed for about 10 minutes and then they were gone.
I love the juxtaposition of the crows in the collage and the sprinkles of water coming down. As I sharpened the picture it looked more and more like a painting. Very cool!
Monday, August 4, 2008
First of all...., I want to tell you about one of our goats. This is Freckles. He is the smallest, sweetest Nubian of them all. Bart is " leader of the pack", Brownie is our lovable loner with an attitude and Murphy..., well you all know about Murphy: He's the celebrity( immortilized in verse and art at: terrybusse.blogspot.com on June 8).
Our little Freckles still wants a bottle of milk, cries like a baby when he gets a shot, and tags along behind Murph' like a lady in waiting. Freckles is my sweet baby. He always get pushed out of the way when there is hay or grain to eat but he just goes in at a different angle and eventually gets his fill. He's never pushy, he doesn't complain too much and he always seem to get along with the other goats, even when they are being..., well, you know..., goats. He's kind and gentle and he ALWAYS comes to me with that sweet look in his eyes and no ulterior motives. He loves to have his neck and head rubbed and I almost expect him to say "Thank You" afterwards. He's a truly good goat.
Yes, I'm still painting. The gray color is the primer. The red is what I WAS going to paint the whole shed but then I decided not to. I did a test section and thought that it was just too bright for the whole building. I think I would like a gray-brown color with white trim. I know I'm being a bit particular about this, but color is important, specially when I'm do'in it. Also, I might look at red differently if it wasn't in the high 90's this week. I'm almost done with the primer coat which is soaking into this siding like a sponge. Then I can get the top coat on. Then...., I can decorate my windowless wall with STUFF. I'm still open to ideas for "the big blank wall".
...., and, to close, I want to show you my flowers in the vegetable garden.
I still don't know what was eating the leaves on the sunflowers but the two survivors are blooming anyway. I planted two packages of sunflowers and these are the only ones left. I'm convinced the birds got the seeds in the ground but it's definitely a story of survival
So, my friends, be like the sunflower and turn toward the sun, show the world your wear and tear, and "Bloom where you are planted".