a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label pieces of my life. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pieces of my life. Show all posts
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Showing Off!
Our master bedroom. I know it's not every one's idea but we love it. The walls are one inch tongue and groove black walnut, cut and cured from this farm.
The center magnolia was sent to me by my bestest friend in Georgia. It was painted by the president of some flower club in Savannah, Georgia. It is very old and had been donated to the VFW. Belinda sent it to me. I matted and framed it and it is now my centerpiece.
The two round matching pictures are from Aunt Evah (gone) and painted by McCoy(???). I do not think it is the real McCoy
The last side pictures are very old prints my sister, Marcy, gave me from a yard sale. The lamps I found at a yard sale. The side tables I purchased at a surplus furniture store.Now for the headboard! Made from a long piece of cardboard covered in quilt batting and finished off with cloth. Not one bit of sewing! Glue and staples. May not be for all people but I am very happy with it.
My sitting area in our bedroom, where I read, paint, write, or watch tv or just sit staring mindlessly into space. My spot...everyone needs one. I can invite people in or lock the door.The love seat is second hand, the coffee table a Mother's Day gift from Hubby years ago. The carpet is a scrap.
My TRUE corner as you can tell by the piles! Chairs were a trade, blanket was a gift, pillows made by me, footstool goes with another chair, giraffe with one ear broken with flower inserted(my favorite drink table), book bench rescued from outside,and yard sale lamp.
The reason I played hooky...I do not think old PT would move IF I could get doors open. Doesn't look like much trouble for y'all up north but this is ICE!
I'm gonna slide out and feed and water but must dress warmly and hold onto to things to keep from busting my b.... uh, to keep from falling down.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
My Farrier Is A Girl....
Meet Samantha Fields, a wonderful young lady, who is now doing my hoof trimming for me. Sam has trained my Arabian, Knot, to ride. Worked with my other horses and got a halter on Arrow today when I haven't been able to in months.
Sam seems to have a personal connections with horses, in fact, all animals love her.
If you notice Charme, my Haflinger, is about to fall asleep.
The third photo is a sign I made out of pieces of my life. Each piece has a story. When we came to the farm, we soon discovered many things has ruined in the barn during years of storage. The A is part of Grandma Pruett's pie safe, the T is part of Grandma's old wash stand, the H is Grandma Greenstreet's chest of drawers and on we go to the M which is part of Dad's bee hive. The wreath below the sign is rusted barbed wire with horse shoes in it.
I promised I would say when the photos were taken by me so today is the day.
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