Perfect

I have not written in a long time.  There has been no time, I say.  Of course, there has been time. . .I have just used it differently–in other ways–walking, cooking, creating test questions, calling parents, running errands.  I just read a book where the main character is an artist who hasn’t done art for almost two decades.  She writes to an old friend–a lengthy, rambling letter–and the friend says to her, “Stop this.  You must create or you will become a menace to society.”  I think I might need to hang that up over every door I walk through on a daily basis.  I must create or I will become a menace to society.

Photo with different filters.  (I don’t know this little girl, nor did I ask her mother’s permission to photograph her or put her on the internets–however, I will say that she looks like any 15-18 month old little girl on the beach from a distance.)  This falls under the category of creating–not being a menace to society.

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Shadow

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For some reason, I am really digging kraft paper right now.  I guess I’ve always loved it.  I come by it naturally.  The paper mill where most of the men I loved in the world spent a large majority of their day made brown, paper bags.  Going to the store across from Granny and PaPaw’s meant peanut butter logs and Super Bubble (green apple, please) in a little, penny bag.  All of jr. high and high school, my lunches were packed in brown lunch sacks.  That doesn’t even cover the multiple craft projects and assignments that were made from grocery sacks (as we called them).  There was once even a (very short-lived) boycott of a store in my small town (West Bros.), because they were using new-fangled plastic bags rather than the brown, paper ones that those men I loved spent most of their days making. They got rid of the plastic bags.  Fast.

As I was photographing our new chicks on Saturday, I noticed the sun casting these perfect shadows of some of my favorite things sitting on the window sill.  I loved how the shadows of the cast iron chair and girl were shown so clearly on the brown cardboard.  Kraft paper, intricate metal work, windows, sunlight and shadow, and eyes with which to see it all.  What blessings.

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Curtains

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So after nearly five years in the house, we have decided some dining room curtains are in order.  In the photos it will appear that my house is spic and span, but if you look closely at my table, you will see a swath through the dust, and I conveniently did NOT photograph the right half of the dining room as it is piled high with flotsam and jetsam that will float away to a donation spot soon.

No matter–we love our new curtains.  Even Victoria who HATES change loves them.  Even Thad who cares not a fig for decorating loves them.  They make the dining room feel all official.  Penneys . . .on sale.  Can’t beat it with a stick.

Small Dining CurtainsThey are actually silver, but I love how they pick up the blue in the walls.

Small DiningI also love how they look with the cherry furniture. (Peep my Granny’s China cabinet there on the left full of my blue and white dishes.  Happiness!)

It’s the little things, don’tcha know.

Photo Salad

Some pictures that have no rhyme or reason other than I like them. . .as is evidenced by my deciding to take them, resize them, and post them.

Blog Clearing

It may not be evident if you’ve not been to our house, but Tony and I have been doing some clearing in the back. . .just to make a more gradual step from lawn to woods. We’re leaving some of the yaupon and American Beauty berries, though.

Blog Evening Light

Light shining through the trees over the chicken run and coop. . .Blog Evening Shadows. . .and the shadows that are created on the side of the house.

Blog Chicken Vertigo

I’ve entitled this one “Chicken Vertigo.” They were pecking at American Beauty berries that I’d thrown into the coop, but with the black and white on the Barred Rock, there is somewhat of a hypnotic effect.

Blog headless chickens

Same three hens doing their best impersonation of Marie Antionette. . .look, Ma. . .no heads. Really, they are all three preening their feathers. Prissy.

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It’s worth the effort though–pretty hens.

Blog Chicken Bokeh

I call this “Chicken Bokeh” from the blurred effect on the hens that are not in focus.

Blog Chicken Beauty

She’s a beauty.

Tra-la.

Hanging Around

Over the course of the last few years, I have taken photos of our house so I could do a “four seasons” kind of wall hanging/grouping thing.

This was the first one taken on a misty-moisty morning when the fog was so heavy that it collected on the leaves of the trees then fell like rain.  It was odd to walk down the driveway and not get wet as I listened to a very nice rain shower taking place in the trees all around me. (Click house photos to see B-I-G.)

Through the Mist

This one was February, 2011.  We had a hard freeze in 2010, but this “freeze” was just enough snow and ice collection to  excite the children but not close school.

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June, 2011–I wanted a “summer” photo–and you can see how much the trees block the view of the house once they are all leafed out and green.  The drought last year did a number on the rest of our woods–and even some of the trees around our house.  They will grow back, though.  I ended up using this for my “spring” spot–the only difference in the spring is that we have azaleas blooming, but you can’t see them from this spot where I take the pictures.

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And THIS is my “summer” photo.  It’s actually from December, 2012–you can see the leaves turning on the elm.

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I always imagined them really large and on the wall in the living room, but for now, they are matted 5×7’s on a wall in the dining room.  You can see them when you come into our foyer–or, as Victoria called it when we first moved in, the lobby.

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Alas. . .

It’s been so long since I posted, that WordPress gone done changed their uploader thingy. I had, in all truth, planned to write a lovely Christmas post here tonight seeing as how it’s, ya know, Christmas and all. And it finally dipped below 72 degrees in south-east Texas, so we can recognize temperature-wise that it is not, in fact, spring. The frost even got my vinca last night.

Anyway–it has taken me nigh unto all the time I had for blogging to figure out the new doin’s with the media device. Therefore, enjoy these photos from two Augusts ago.

Again.

Maybe.

Consider them the appetizer.

Victoria's duvet cover.  Pottery Barn Kids.  We bought it for the colors and the flowers not knowing it had an Asian theme.  With Asian people holding bamboo umbrellas while happily inhabiting pagodas.

Victoria’s duvet cover. Pottery Barn Kids. We bought it for the colors and the flowers not knowing it had an Asian theme. With Asian people holding bamboo umbrellas while happily inhabiting pagodas.

Chair

Chair

Another chair.  And what a COMFY CHAIR it IS!!!  I HEART THIS CHAIR.

Another chair. And what a COMFY CHAIR it IS!!! I HEART THIS CHAIR.

We inherited Tony's maternal grandmother's bedroom suite, which came with this lovely end-of-bed stool.  Fabric is original circa 1934-ish.

We inherited Tony’s maternal grandmother’s bedroom suite, which came with this lovely end-of-bed stool. Fabric is original circa 1934-ish.

White cotton matelasse bedspread on our bed--Penneys

White cotton matelasse bedspread on our bed–Penneys

More from Tony's grandmother.  She loved to buy bed linens to save for later.  I think 40+ years counts resoundingly as later.  So I pull them from their disentegrating wrapping and use them.

More from Tony’s grandmother. She loved to buy bed linens to save for later. I think 40+ years counts resoundingly as later. So I pull them from their disentegrating wrapping and use them.

The top of Victoria's rocking chair--the one we bought before she was born.

The top of Victoria’s rocking chair–the one we bought before she was born.

A lamp shade.  Hobby Lobby.

A lamp shade. Hobby Lobby.

Mirror--kind of Morocannish for my normal taste, but I LOVE it.  It looks like tooled leather.  Again with the Hobby Lobby.

Mirror–kind of Morocannish for my normal taste, but I LOVE it. It looks like tooled leather. Again with the Hobby Lobby.

Wall texture--half orange peel.  Or so they told us.

Wall texture–half orange peel. Or so they told us.

Victoria's sheets.  Pillowcases and top sheet are ruffled.  Shabby Chic.  Target.  Victoria sleeps in MY maternal grandmother's bed.

Victoria’s sheets. Pillowcases and top sheet are ruffled. Shabby Chic. Target. Victoria sleeps in MY maternal grandmother’s bed.

MORE Tony's g-maw.  This is Thad's bed. The head and foot boards are actually metal and have this metal caning mesh pattern with a single oblong medallion.

MORE Tony’s g-maw. This is Thad’s bed. The head and foot boards are actually metal and have this metal caning mesh pattern with a single oblong medallion.

Thad's quilt--chambray--solid top--feather stitch.  Wal-Mart online of all places.

Thad’s quilt–chambray–solid top–feather stitch. Wal-Mart online of all places.

The metal caning mesh.  This was actually a three-quarter length bed meaning it was too short for a modern mattress.  We had to have the rails cut and lengthened to use it.

The metal caning mesh. This was actually a three-quarter length bed meaning it was too short for a modern mattress. We had to have the rails cut and lengthened to use it.

*Update* Victoria no longer sleeps in my maternal grandmother’s bed. She decided she wanted more room in her bedroom, and so we put THAT bed in the craft room which gave HER substantially more room and me substantially less. HOWEVER. It works and has been great. Except now Victoria is 5’5 1/2″ and wants “more room” in the bed department rather than in the bedroom department. *sigh*