Sunday, February 19, 2012
Farmyard Mud
The yard is full of Mississippi water puddles. It rains in the South as much as it snows in the North. I miss the fluffy snow and somehow find it hard to enjoy the thousands of water droplets clinging to the window screens. Only our Mallard ducks seem to enjoy this weather. They are happily waddling from one mini lake in the yard to another, dipping their bills deep, flagging their tails and moving on. One mother duck is missing from the group. We're suspecting she is sitting on a nest of eggs, perhaps hidden in the tall grass of the lagoon bank. Our flock of chickens are busy pecking bugs from wet soil; they don't seem to mind the rain either. Of course there are warm soft hay-bales where they can retreat or a cozy hen-house to go home to. The horses have their stalls, the goats an inside pen. The milk cows have shelter and the steers find safety and lodging under the free-stall barn. The cats content themselves by staying in the barn, venturing out only when it stops raining. Their master and I watch over the barnyard while sipping hot tea in our kitchen. We all love our home.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Vintage Curtains
Tiny beige lace with fine wisps of embroidery embellish these curtains. I've been dreaming of them for months but didn't know where to find them. Today they appeared. Mama had some of these that I didn't inherit. I thought I'd never find any more but today I did. They are for the master bathroom in our last house... the last move we are making.
In this house hang old, new, filmy, practical, country, checked, printed and elegant lace curtains. The oldest curtains I made for a kitchen in 1986. In one of our South Carolina houses we had a true country kitchen, complete with a wood stove. Ernie made my kitchen cabinets just the way I wanted them with wood counter-tops and a porcelain sink. The ceiling was ten foot high. The east wall had a very tall window and two more enormous windows faced the west. The floor was old wood and I loved it. A walk in pantry lined with shelves provided more storage. It was a wonderful kitchen; of all the kitchens I ever had, this one was my favorite. I wallpapered it in vintage print that had tiny vines and blue flowers. It needed rich blue country curtains so I sewed them full of lace edged ruffles. These curtains are now hanging in our daughter's bedroom who "loves every shade of blue there is". They are 26 years old and still serving watch over the back barnyard.
This "Last Move House" also has a huge dining room window. There hangs the most delicate of curtains. These were purchased for the above country house in 1986 as well, dreamy cream colored ruffled priscillas. They have hung in every single house in the past 26 years, always there was a window or two that needed dreamy creamy priscillas. Today they keep an eye on the front yard, letting in the morning sun as birds flock to the feeder just outside the window. The fabric is thin and fragile but I can't bear to part with them. They would have many stories to tell if curtains could talk.
I love curtains. They speak life to a room. Curtains add sparkle to the day as the sun peeks through. At evening time they block out the world and create a haven within. Curtains tell what kind of woman lives within the rooms. Her style and dreams can be caught in the curtains she displays.
In this house hang old, new, filmy, practical, country, checked, printed and elegant lace curtains. The oldest curtains I made for a kitchen in 1986. In one of our South Carolina houses we had a true country kitchen, complete with a wood stove. Ernie made my kitchen cabinets just the way I wanted them with wood counter-tops and a porcelain sink. The ceiling was ten foot high. The east wall had a very tall window and two more enormous windows faced the west. The floor was old wood and I loved it. A walk in pantry lined with shelves provided more storage. It was a wonderful kitchen; of all the kitchens I ever had, this one was my favorite. I wallpapered it in vintage print that had tiny vines and blue flowers. It needed rich blue country curtains so I sewed them full of lace edged ruffles. These curtains are now hanging in our daughter's bedroom who "loves every shade of blue there is". They are 26 years old and still serving watch over the back barnyard.
This "Last Move House" also has a huge dining room window. There hangs the most delicate of curtains. These were purchased for the above country house in 1986 as well, dreamy cream colored ruffled priscillas. They have hung in every single house in the past 26 years, always there was a window or two that needed dreamy creamy priscillas. Today they keep an eye on the front yard, letting in the morning sun as birds flock to the feeder just outside the window. The fabric is thin and fragile but I can't bear to part with them. They would have many stories to tell if curtains could talk.
I love curtains. They speak life to a room. Curtains add sparkle to the day as the sun peeks through. At evening time they block out the world and create a haven within. Curtains tell what kind of woman lives within the rooms. Her style and dreams can be caught in the curtains she displays.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Red Crayons & Tiny Specks
I love the color red. From the time I was a little girl, I loved red. It was the best crayon in Sunday School. The children sang from song books that were red. Mama used to serve breakfast on small white plates that were rimmed with red lines. It was absolutely delightful! The linoleum on the dining room floor was red. Papa had a gray suit with tiny red specks in it. As a three year old, I used to sit beside him in church and hunt for all the red specks I could find. My first grade sweater was red and so was my first church purse. I was fascinated with red and today,I have the color splashed around my house, inviting me to enjoy the warmth and beauty. What brings you pleasure today?
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