Sunday, April 19, 2009


I mentioned in my last post that J and I were on the receiving end of much of my grandmother's furniture as she has now moved into a nursing home in Texas. My folks drove it back from Texas in a rented U-Haul and we met them at home this weekend to bring the U-Haul the rest of the way to Lexington. While we were there, it seemed logical to pick up the two trunks and pie safe that I've been talking about bringing up for years.

Our living room is packed tight with our old furniture and our new furniture, as well as everything else on the truck that hasn't found its permanent home in our house yet.
The pie safe, which belonged to my great-great-grandmother and was left to me by a great aunt years ago, has found a home in our guest room, where it will now keep quilts and blankets safe. Because it was an inch wider than I thought, the pie safe did not slip right into the place I had picked out for it. J pitched in and re-arranged everything with me, and we're now going to 'live with it' for a while to see how it works out.
Apologies for the huge mess in the pictures--I just wanted to show you how it looks now! The white chest of drawers will not be staying, but it needs to be emptied before moving into a new home in my office upstairs. Art needs to be hung, too. Maybe next weekend...
Title: Changes, by David Bowie

Thursday, April 16, 2009

How much is that teapot in the window?

This post has two pretty different topics (because let's face it, I can admit to not being the most frequent poster lately), and I had two songs competing for the title role ("I'm a little tea pot" and "How much is that doggie in the window?" if you can't piece it together yourself!).

First up, the centerpieces using the logs out of our yard that I discussed in my last post.

The pitchers, from Bybee Pottery, remind me of squatty little teapots and had me singing the song incessantly! I highly recommend a trip to Bybee for those of you in, or even passing through, central Kentucky. It's located 30-45 minutes south of Lexington off I-75 and the prices at this 200 year old shop are amazing!

Now, on to topic 2--no, we're not shopping for another dog! Zeppelin turns 8 this week and is happy to be an only child in our house! Nope, the song came to mind when I used Zep to model my latest craft project. I saw this craft described last fall and hadn't managed to try it out. This evening, I found myself with an hour to kill and a fabric shop in sight, so I knew I needed to give it a shot! Presenting--a handmade ballet/princess skirt, ready for dress up. Unfortunately, I wanted to share pictures with a few folks before shipping it off to my neice E. Not having a handy small child around to pose for me, I used the next best thing--Zep--who did a great job posing for me!

This skirt is light pink and lavender, with pink and lilac organza ribbon at the waist. This can be made of any color tulle and ribbon you can find, and I'm happy to whip one up for anyone who'd like their own (about $10-$15 in materials).

J and I are headed to western KY this weekend for a super-quick trip to pick up a U-Haul that my parents are driving up from Texas with some "new" furniture. My grandmother (Mur) has moved into a nursing home and has a ton of furniture that she's been kind enough to share with us. This means that my current living room furniture (nearly 35 years old and has lived with two generations each of Mulinix's and Hiters, not to mention being the furniture that J said would NOT be moved into his house) is moving on to a new home with another college student. Sniff...

Title: "How much is that doggie in the window" with some license, by Bob Merrill

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay

J is a very supportive HODAR (Husband Of a DAR), and has learned to chip in as State and National Conferences approach to keep me operating with some level and sanity and reason. A few years ago, he and a buddy stayed up late building risers for Miss Molly's clothing debut (this after sending me to bed with some sort of medication to 'chill out'). Last summer, he made a last minute run to Lowe's for a more powerful drill and oak dowel rods to build clothing racks (again for Miss Molly). Last night, he labeled bottles of water and stuffed gift bags.

You might notice the theme here--I get a great idea (I ike to call it a vision) for something that "ought to be easy", buy half the materials really needed to do that job, make an attempt to create the vision in half the time necessary to come close, and burst into tears when it fails. J then goes into "super fix-it man" mode and makes it happen. He's really gotten quite good at it.

This year, I am the co-decorator for the meals at our State Conference. A couple of weeks ago, I made an arrangement with Bybee Pottery to borrow pitchers to use as centerpieces. Almost immediately, I realized that the pitchers wouldn't be tall enough to really be on display and decided that we needed small logs to place the pitchers on. This would be in keeping with the frontier theme for the evening, and there are trees everywhere--surely finding four to six inch long logs would be a cinch! When my search for conveniently pre-cut logs didn't turn anything up, I hired someone to cut down a couple of trees in our yard (see previous post) and had tree-cutter go ahead and cut my logs while he was at it. As we prepared to load the logs in J's car tonight for transport to the hotel, I decided that a few of the logs were just too long to make good centerpieces.

Enter "Mr. Super Fix-It Man". J went to Lowe's, threw money at the nearest sales associate, and came home armed with a chainsaw, oil, gas, gloves and some pretty nifty safety goggles. (I swear, walking into Lowe's with a frantic wife on the phone is worse than grocery shopping hungry when it comes to impulse buys!) Our first attempt didn't go too well--J and I were both scared by how close the chain came to my hands and arms--but perserverance and quick thinking resulted in a better plan, a jig, and several neatly cut, size-appropriate logs.

I'll post pictures of the centerpieces later this weekend. And for those of you questioning the wisdom of letting J near a chainsaw given his many unfortunate run-ins with knives--he did well. I'd almost say he's conquered that knife trouble. Almost.

Title: The Lumberjack Song, by Monty Python