A man test...

OK, for all you gals out there that happen to be happily married...I have a little question for you. If you were all excited about this wonderful piece and you sent caution to the wind and brought it home...how many of you would have a husband that said, "I love it, you aren't going to recover it, are you?" That's right...welcome to my land of bliss, cause I can have it and you can't. OK, maybe I am a little eccentric, but that is the thrill of it, living on the edge of reason. So let's talk reason, just look at this piece, what grand form and what that fabric (original) must have been like in it's heyday. But what of the patina now, faded grandeur, wear and tear, history in the making and to top it off, this little gem has drop-down arms so you can rest in leisure munching macaroons. I love it just as is and it makes a grand statement as you walk in my front door. Most would recover, but I like the grand ol'gal AS IS.

Note...thanks to the gentleman that designed this grand piece, but I have to wonder of the ulterior motive behind the drop down arms...uh huh, you got my drift...

To keep or not to keep...

OK, I caved again and against my better judgement, I took this great chair to Sister's Garden, even though it looked fab in my parlor and was even comfortable, it was also approved by the dog. But alas we have to pay the rent, so, off it goes...this is soooo not fair.

Black, white...black, white...

I was so tempted not to paint this piece and finish stripping it, it would have such an exotic look stripped, with no finish...but alas, I caved. It was just saying BLACK to me, so here is the finished product. Nobody knows what trials we go through to paint or not to paint. Scratchy has to check it out, quality control you know.

Take me away...South

I am soooooooooooooo tired of this cold, damp weather...I long for a warm toilet seat...I swear, I will never,EVER complain about 95 degree weather again. Just to open my windows and let the warm air surround me. It encourages me outdoors to work in the yard and frolick with Scratchy...ok, I am making myself sick now. Do you think Lorie and I could fix up this traveler and head to the tropics...well Texas anyway. What a great adventure to head to the fleas in this retro beast...ahhhh, someday, if my fingers ever thaw...we still have no heat in the store. Such is life...

More eye candy...

Eye candy...

Sister's Garden is having a shop hop Friday and Saturday, so I delivered furniture , candles and soaps today, but just had to give you a sneak peak at some of the new stuff she has out...WOW...the stores look FABULOUS...way to go girls. All you gals out there in blogland should be eating your hearts out now and wishing you were closer, right...enjoy...

What next...a plague of locusts...

Remember the picture of the clam digger statue I posted earlier...here he is today, with the crest of the river coming tonight...I HOPE, the sandbags are on the business behind me. Living on the Mississippi is always a challenge. But I am no stranger to it, when living with Mr.X we frequently had to canoe into our home. For a brief moment in time your yard looks as if you are living on the edge of a lake, fishing off the deck, the sparkling water greeting you each dawn, but then comes the dying off. Plants begin to wither, the chickens have nowhere to free range, the trees are browning, having no root oxygen...but the newly hatched ducklings are reveling with the pen turned pool. But as the river goes down and the heat of the sun dries up the water, you are left with the mess of polluted mud and dead vegetation. We lived near a Monsanto plant, so you can imagine the pollutants in the water. But you move forward, as always and life is good...again.

Website...

Well, I am up and running...sorta...I don't have everything downloaded just yet, but I'm taking photos constantly and learning how to set my site, but at least you can order candles and soaps now...but I warn you, they are very addictive and if you have never used pure glycerine soaps or burned soy candles, are you in for a treat. My lil' shack is what I always kid my folks is what my next house will look like....they have learned to accept and not say a word, but I know what that raised eybrow means, uh huh...

So many of my current out of town customers were wanting me to start the site back up again, because their soap supplies were dwindling and with the price of gas now, they just wanted to order online...so there ya have it gals...I am back on.

Love them buffets...

There is no statement like the statement a buffet makes painted white, what a transformation. It will make a room pop and pull the rest in place. The funky old styles really add to the beauty...love to paint'um.