Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Walkabout Wednesday gets spooked!

How often do you find a graveyard across from your workplace?

And the ONE DAY you happen to have your good camera…

you get there early and have time to take some photos before the fog burns off…


Sunday, October 19, 2014

What I found appealing…

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1.  A great table/kitchen/everything at Holly’s!
2.  Supporting a friend in her battle against cancer!
3.  Pumpkin Bourbon ice cream from Fern Avenue!  (Seriously…pumpkin + liquor = Kirby happy.)

Friday, October 17, 2014

Halloween Mantel


Old milk bottles with black sticks from Michael’s.


A squeaking mouse from the Dollar Store.



Lots of clear bottles and jars with interesting items inside.


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Walkabout Wednesday in the UK

DL went to the UK, and all I got were these pictures.



DL London

Well, that’s not exactly true.  He ordered me a poppy.  The poppy will be sent to me after the installation is removed, after Armistice Day.

poppy legend

History Lesson for Today:
Veteran’s Day (nee Armistice Day) is November 11th each year.  It is to commemorate the cease fire on the western front in 1918, on the "eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month."  This is when the final poppy will be placed. Each of the ceramic poppies represents a British military fatality during WWI. 


DL knew this would be the perfect gift, as both of my grandfathers served in WWI—one with the US infantry and one with the 2nd Central Ontario Regiment.

Why poppies?  According to this website, poppies grew in abundance along the western front.  So prevalent were they, that Canadian Lt. Col. John McCrae would write the premiere wartime poem:

In Flanders Fields

By John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row by row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard among the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
                    In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If yea break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
                    In Flanders fields.
  When I taught middle school, I used this poem to teach symbolism.  It has since become one of my favorites.  Looking forward to my poppy—thanks, DL!

Sunday, October 12, 2014

What I found appealing….

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I was looking for a little inspiration this week, as I am in a bit of a creative slump.  (Covering umpteen dining room chairs will do that to you.)  Luckily, I found it!

Linda’s tissue paper flowers are an amazingly easy way to change out a look.

Karen gave me a great way to use those hairpin legs I’ve been hoarding.

Bliss hits the mark again, turning junk into amazeballs.

So I am inspired to get some great stuff made…once I get these *%$#&! chairs finished.

Friday, October 10, 2014

From ugly duckling…


“Hey, potentially pretty chair….


with the ugly stained fabric…


is there something I can help you with?”

(Okay, yes…I AM having a conversation with this furniture.  At least it isn’t answering back.  Yet. Maybe after another glass of wine.)

“You want to be pretty?  I think I can help!”



“Is that better?”

linking to Savvy

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Walkabout Wednesday…on the porch!

Some days, despite being in an awesome pedometer club (courtesy of Marianne), I don’t get far on Walkabout Wednesdays.  Some days, I barely make it outside.


…and this is what I came up with.  So long, summer!

(This is what it looked like BEFORE)

Sometime in the past few months, I added a little hedgehog bell to the stoop.  I have debated switching out the mailbox, but I’m not sure about that yet.  These life-altering decisions take time, y’all.  The planter, full of dying plants, was dumped into the compost, and replaced with a metal owl that I bought on clearance last year.  I LOVE a white pumpkin, and I had a few other things in the attic to put outside.

Next week, my walk will actually take me somewhere…I promise.