It's Official...I Am Crazy!

I have been trying to find where I made this last collage for my header and I can't remember for the life of me.   I found Flicker and Picnic but it was not one of these.  It could have something to do with Saturday not being a leisurely day.

Since my last report, Dalton and Andrew assisted in moving two pieces for me...a mill chest came to the den and a chest went to the dining room.  Every time I move something, I have to clean, clean, clean!!!  I placed a rocker in the dining room and attached pillows to it, redid some curtains, sorted some of hubby's work shirts to make a quilt, I repaired the pillow I was complaining about, fixed the front door, completed a display for my arrowheads and invented a wonderful way to hang up my brooms. In between all this, I did some laundry and dishes.  The dining room is almost done.

I would still be going but I had company.  Then hubby had to pipe up, if you move that stuff outta the gun room I will get all my stuff outta here.  Can't you see I'm busy??? 

With just a touch of anger, I promised to have all my things out of his gun room by tomorrow...know what I have in there?  My saddles, two lawn chairs, two camp beds and some of Mom and Dad's stuff. 

Hubby says, leave that table you made and I will use it to work on stuff.  My table???  The one I made out of barn wood and have an old pie safe top on??  My pretty purple table with white enamel top?  With wheels and a second shelf underneath to put my supplies?  That table, my table, that he said would never work??  Now he wants it?

Well, guess what...I'm leaving it in there.  Makes life easier.  He'll get tired of it one of these days and say, get your table outta my room and I will comply, happily and pleasantly...HA!

So Sunday, once again, I will work inside and try to get these things finished.

Well, Sunday came and went.  Officially my house is a mess again.  I hopped to and moved all the stuff outta that %#$&* gun room that did not belong to hubby...except for my table.  Saddles and tack in the dining room (which had been perfect after my previous work) and boxes are stacked under the bar full of Mom and Dad's stuff and Christmas decorations.  The hall, which was perfectly clean and empty Saturday has stacks three feet off the ground but by golly, there is not one thing in that gun room that belongs to me!!! I even took the lamp I gave him four years ago when I decorated and organized this room for him.

I gave him containers to sort like ammo and I went for a walk for his health and safety!  When I returned, he was in the recliner, God love him!

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???

Grandma's Organ

Grandma Pruett's organ moved today.  It was in my sitting area, now it resides in a more proper place of honor in my huge dining room.  Now many of you may think, this is a strange place for an organ but not for our dining room.

The kitchen/dining room is where we always gather, at least, the woman congregate here, the men leave when their bellies are full.  We gather around the large hand made table of Mom and Dad's and visit.

Today Bev and I did some major rearranging and thinning...yes, thinning!!!  It was time.  Even though we live in an old large farm house, there were too many things...too much past.  We packed some boxes full of things that I could live without, things that no longer made my heart sing, and things we no longer used.  The past two days, we have packed eleven, yes, eleven, wonderful full boxes of THINGS.

Know I am not a hoarder, especially not like those on TV.  My things were organized and artfully displayed...just too many.  How many blue glass canning jars do you really need??  How many cookie jars?  How many cannister sets?  On and on, we sorted.

Simplify, simplify!  I don't want to spend my years dusting things I really don't LOVE.  If it did not bring a smile, a memory or a good feeling, it went into a box, all cleaned, wrapped and packed and taken to the shop.

Beverly asked what theme or direction do you want to go in here?  I thought and thought and believe I came up with a new one...Country Comfortable.  So Grandma's organ holds the place of honor and mother's old quilt cabinet is now the pantry full of home canned goods by Marcy.

Today I am five bar stools lighter.  Today I am one couch and one love seat lighter.  Today I am eleven boxes of treasures lighter.  Today my spirit soars because by letting go, I have grown.