Wednesday, July 9, 2008

The Big 1-6!


Hey, Scott! Grumpy Gus and the Green Duck here have been reminding me all day long that it’s my first nephew’s 16th birthday today.

I wanted to post a photo I have of you when you were 2, standing in the hall here in the big white house, looking up at me standing on the landing. I know it’s in a box around here somewhere ... I just saw it a few weeks ago.

Oh well, you’re probably breathing a sigh of relief I can’t find it.

You are, aren’t you? Yeah, I thought so. In fact, you probably think the Grumpy Gus & Green Duck photo is lame enough, thank you very much.

You do, don’t you? Yeah, I thought so.

I know I still owe you a surreal painting of a flying green pig, but for now a Green Duck will have to do.

Meanwhile,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY !

from Aunt Karen, Uncle Paul, Henry, Trixie, Matilda, Buster, Ray, Annie & Bailey!

Buster, Birthday Spokesdog


HEY! It’s me, Buster! I’m here to wish Michael Nyberg a happy birthday on behalf of the whole Schmidt menagerie here in Louisiana.

Sorry I’m a day late, but I was just recently appointed to the position of Birthday Spokesdog and I couldn’t figure out how to work this blog thing yesterday -- plus I was busy hanging out inside our new back yard fence, and I kinda lost track of time. But I think I figured everything out now, so ...
HAPPY 13th BIRTHDAY!

from me, Trixie, Henry, Matilda, Ray, Bailey and Annie.

Oh, and Aunt Karen and Uncle Paul, too.

OK, I gotta go now. I think there’s a rawhide bone with my name on it somewhere around here.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Morning music ...

This morning while I work, I’m listening to some music by
Eden’s Bridge.

I just love these lyrics from their song I Will Change Your Name:

I will change your name
You shall no longer be called
Wounded, outcast, lonely or afraid

I will change your name
Your new name shall be
Confidence, joyfulness, overcoming one
Faithfulness, friend of God
One who seeks My face.

A new season of paintings

Summer Reflections, 16 x 20 acrylic, work in progress ...

I guess you’ve noticed that I’ve been on a painting hiatus since the work on our house started in earnest back in May. Well, I got to where I was just about to bust, creative-wise, so I’m back to painting again.

I’m going in a super-impressionistic direction with this one. A carefully planned composition, combined with a spontaneous application of paint. It’s not done yet ... I spent some time studying it last night before I hit the hay, fell asleep with a few ideas about how to move toward completion swirling around inside my head, and woke up itching to get started on it again.

I just have a few things I have to do first. I have the painting propped up in the next room where I can see it from afar while I’m doing work for my graphic design job, so on one level my mind is working on the painting all the time.

Oh, and I do have a few more photos I’ll post later on to show what’s going on with the house!

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 voilà! 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.