More Home Pictures

Are you saying geeze, Louise enough already! We are tired of looking at your old farm house. Can't you decorate with something more up to date? Do you ever buy anything new? Why would anyone hang that? How weird is she?

I can answer most of those. I am just so proud of my early Christmas present from Beverly! I want to show it off. I decorate with what I like and when it has a story, it makes it even nicer. I enjoy a bargain. Why pay a hundred for a lamp, if you could find one, when you can buy one that someone doesn't want anymore? I do buy things new...occasionally, like my washer and dryer. And, yes, I am weird, strange, different, unique and all those other good words.

This in the entry hall. My halters and ropes are decoration and close to grab as I go out the door. The table I made out of an old sewing machine bottom I found in the barn and the top to a gas stove that was falling apart. The mirror is old and second hand, of course. Where the halters are hanging are the coat hooks Dad put up. This is white pine board but the finish has aged through the years. This wood was also grown, cut, and finished by Mom and Dad. The bag is my hunt rocks and things bag and the bird was just one I loved at a junk store.


The other side of the hall is a five dollar mirror (yard sale), Dad's road sign fastened with a chain. The sign helped Dad a lot after he got Alzheimer's. It helped him know he was not lost. He never did forget his name.

Now here is my weird corner, I have some more weird than others. This painting is by a wonderful artist, Alix Baptiste. I met him in Savannah, Georgia when I was visiting my friend Belinda. We were at Savannah Marketplace. Alix had many styles of paintings. I like the primitive art of this one and all the bright colors. I did buy this new. The feather mask is attached to wreath with a magnetic necklace. Told you, weird!

We have made a small circle back to the sitting area. I do not like this gas stove, imitating heat when there is a real fireplace behind it, bricked up. Oh, well, things are changing slowly. I do love the fireplace. Each rock was hand picked by Mom and Dad. The center stone which the light comes through is an old grinding rock. In this fireplace rock work you can find fossils, petrified wood, odd shapes and wonders. My poor pitiful tv table is Granny Pruett's. On the mantle, left to right: Mom's kerosene lamp, a flower candle, a pineapple candle, Spike the dog, Mom and Dad's eight day clock, with civil war buckle and horse knife in front. Toward the end are Uncle Otis's hand whittled rocking chair, a small statue, a chocolate candle and another one of my paintings.

My home is humble, my memories are great. Thanks for letting me share them with you.