Saturday, June 28, 2008

Tomato-y goodness

Hey, you know those tomatoes I showed in my previous post? I just had a tuna sandwich with a couple of thick slices of one.

Whooooo-eee! Talk about dancing tastebuds!

My mouth is happy.

If we were really, really country, I’d say that egg came fresh from our henhouse this morning.

But we don’t have a henhouse. Or any chickens. The egg came from my refrigerator. Before that it came from Super Target.

It was still good, though.

Hey, Paul just walked by and said that the above photo looks like an ad for Brookshire’s (our grocery store). I had to laugh, because it totally does.

I love Saturday morning

This morning after I fed the dogs, took them for a short walk and swept the kitchen floor, and before Paul got up, I dragged a chair along with a footstool and little table into the parlor where the morning light is just delicious, and sat down with my coffee and new Country Living magazine, which came a couple of days ago but which I was saving until this morning. (Notice the stack of sheet rock on the left, waiting to go up on the wall to the right.)

After a long, luxuriously quiet while, I looked up from my reading to see my friend Linda waving at me through this window:

Drop in company! I love it! We don’t get as much as we used to when we lived in town, so it’s quite a treat.

This morning Linda and her friend Keith had just been down to
Ed Lester’s, a local farm a little way south of us where they sell all kinds of produce in season (and which, by the way, was just featured in Southern Living magazine!) and they were loaded down with all kinds of fresh goodies from the farm. They decided to pop in for a short visit on their way back into Shreveport, to see our progress on the house and to share their goodies with us.

So now there are just-picked-this-morning, newly washed tomatoes on the drainboard ...

... and lovely, fresh picked peaches ripening on the window sill.

I love Saturday morning ... thanks, Linda and Keith!

And now, the project for Saturday afternoon: Cleaning off the upstairs sleeping porch, Part II.

Part I was last Saturday. Check back later to see some of the treasures I’ve extracted from this chaos!

I wonder what I’ll find today ...

Friday, June 6, 2008

Hidden Treasures

Hello, out there! Well, STILL no internet at our house, so no blogging. Once again, I’m posting from my parents’ house. The satellite service guys came out last weekend, but the dispatcher neglected to tell them to bring a new dish to replace the one that got broken in the storm way back on May 14, so we had to reschedule yet again. They’re supposed to have someone out with a new dish this weekend.

We’ll see.

Meanwhile, allow me to show you some treasures I came across last weekend! While the construction guys were going gangbusters outside the house, doing things like this:

and this:

I was inside the house working on messes like this:

and this:

I would like to point out that most of this mess was already here when I inherited the house, and only some of the mess we brought with us. It’s been pretty overwhelming, but I’m tackling it a bit at a time, when it’s not freezing like in January, or an oven, like ... well, now.

On Saturday, in the process of organizing and deciding what to toss and what to keep, what was worth trying to repair and what was just beyond all hope, I found myself in the upstairs hall contemplating this chair:

I had passed by this non-descript piece of furniture dozens of times without really looking at it, and now I was wondering to myself, do I really want to keep this? I mean, it doesn’t really float my boat or anything ... well, maybe if I re-cover it ...
And then I lifted up the edge of the ruffle to see if it had springs or what, and what kind of condition they might be in, and wait a second ... hold the bus! There was a beautiful, gracefully curved wooden leg under there! And the cover was just tied on and fastened in the back with snaps. I hurriedly took that drab old cover off, and voilĂ ! Just take a look at this:

Needless to say, this is definitely a keeper. Just needs a new upholstery job and it will be beautiful. I was thinking maybe a nice antique rose color, or a dusty teal.

But wait, there’s more!

I suddenly remembered these other 2 rather ordinary looking chairs that had sat forever in the blue room. (Yes, that’s what we call it, “the blue room.” We also have “the pink room” and “the yellow room.” And of course no old fixer-upper plantation house down in the country would be complete without “that room at the back where the wallpaper is peeling and the ceiling plaster is falling down.”) After I excavated those 2 chairs from the mess that is the blue room I was excited to discover that they, too, had been covered over (probably in the 1970’s, judging by the colors and design).

I untied and unsnapped the cover, and peeled the cover off the cushion, and look:

... beautifully carved wooden legs and arms, with a carved wooden piece across the top of the back ... and antique rose colored! So I thought this other chair was probably the same ...

But, surprise!

Teal colored! Kind of. Well, it probably used to be blue, judging by the unfaded side of the cushion, but now because of the fading, more on the teal side. So I’m pretending it’s teal. Slightly different chair, but part of the same set, because the design in the wood carved places is the same. I was so excited about this find, I ran downstairs to tell Paul, who was slightly less excited than I was, but he thought it was pretty cool nonetheless.

But wait ... THAT’S NOT ALL!

Not only do these last 2 finds match each other, they also match this:

The sofa out in the upstairs hall, which you may or may not recognized from this painting of Henry.

It’s times like this that make all the hot, tedious work of cleaning out worthwhile. And so the pink room, which used to look like this:

now (at least temporarily) looks like this:

When we get these reupholstered, they’ll be gorgeous! And eventually they’ll go downstairs in the parlor. Yes, we have a parlor. Which is just an old-fashioned, romantic word for living room. And which currently looks like this:

and this:

But that’s for another post. Right now I’m still basking in the glow of my recent discovery of hidden treasures upstairs.