Sharing Some Strange...

When you enter someone's home, I believe you see part of their soul.  Tonight, I bear my soul to you.  Be kind.  I never buy anything new unless it's electronics.  I love pieces with history...I love creating.  So open the door and take a peek.  

Chest and side table...yard sale years ago, lamp from Aunt Evah, painting by me, cedar wood cookie with old door knob to hang my purse on, made by me.  Weird chicken, junk store.  This is where I come home, empty my pockets, lose the ID from work and become myself.

I have been thinning and purging but not completely there yet.  Aunt Evah's chair, FIL's railroad spike barrel, my arrow heads under a glass round topped with an cedar and iron wood lamp made by Dad, lampshade revamped with paint and glitter by me.   Old boots...Hubby.

You saw Granny's organ last week, now the decorations are complete.  Top, an old piano or tv lamp and three old flat irons from the family; shelf, left to right holds a yard sale vase, Hubby's cerificate, his dad's old tools, my yard sale fruit bowl (I did buy the grapes new) an old picture and rocks.  The final level holds a family photo and a Santa I received for my birthday.  Ignore the card board boxes under the bar, please, we are filling them next week.

These shelves were designed for Mom and Dad's bottle collection.  It's in the kitchen and by the cooking area so the purpose has changed.  There is nothing in this shelf that doesn't have a story...except for the cornmeal and tea(and they're not talking).  This wall connects to the organ wall with a bar in between.

An old wardrobe I bought years ago,

topped with Hubby's gone-now-job cerificates,

Mom's lamp, MIL's flowers,

 a bowl of rocks and a dog. 

I asked the other day,

How many old Mason Jars do you need?

I guess the answer is five.

These are filled with old silverware I have found,

an ivory letter opener

and broken glass.

The horse came from a junk shop.

The shelf is my pantry.

Now, here is some really strange! The old window was a gift from my daughter, the picture has been around for years, and more accomplishments of Hubby's are above.

Now you've seen the heart of me, aren't you frightened???

Why Didn't Someone Tell Me???

That milk can looked like crap??? I think this looks much better. The table was made by Dad. The milk can has a new life now as an umbrella holder and looks much better there.

Bev says we just have to keep moving until every thing finds its home.

New place for my show ribbons

Bev has trimmed my hair that I cut the other night, honoring a friend. Cutting my own hair is not self-mutilation as some foster children's therapist say, it is just not having time to get to an appointment. Was a busy day...please, note shirt.

This N That

Bev and I keep on simplifying the house, not by eliminating any thing but by moving things. My house seems to have more room every time Bev moves something. It's wonderful!
The fireplace mantel has a center rock that is an old grinding wheel. The picture is crooked not the mantel.
My new saddle and tack spot, not fancy but it works. I used a two by four and screwed door knobs on it.

Granny Pruett's organ is now alot less covered than it was.

Showing off a ginger jar Bev gave me one year.

My corner is simple, also my lamp shade and curtain are crooked.

Blame the photographer...me.