Living Graciously, Artfully, Frugally.

Consciously taking notice of the gifts each day places in our path.

“I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.” R. W. Emerson

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Regaining a Sense of Home

Big plans in my head as the long weekend came. I was going to reclaim home and garden. After being mostly unable to do anything around the house since the middle of February (and I must give credit to sweet hubs and darling daughter, because they did EVERYTHING for me in the cleaning, cooking and tidying department) I was ready to take back the house. Temp job ending and ankle free of plaster, visions of perfection danced in my brain. However, the $#%& ankle is still not on the same page. So I am taking it it slow (kicking and screaming all the way) but slow none the less.

We worked outside all weekend and that just about did the fibula in. Today I decided to do some major indoor cleaning. As I stood in the kitchen I thought I would get a photo or two to help decide what to do about the couch slipcovers. Miss Mustard Seed has such splendid ideas with paint drop clothes. Sounds like just the ticket for washable dreams come true.

Step in a bit closer so you can ignore the color on the slipcovers. See? Neutral is what is called for I believe. Our sofa was carefully ordered several years ago with down filled cushions and two sets of slip covers. One for spring/summer and one for fall/ winter. Now they are sporting a bit of both as the spring cover developed a huge hole and the winter cushion covers had unsightly stains. Plus the whole dry cleaning every six months was murder on the cash flow. Why, you may ask, did all of these awful things happen to my beautiful slip covers? 
Step around the sofa to the other side and I think you will get the picture.

Yes indeedy, this is a place for humans to sit and relax but try telling that to this crew. Really?!? This isn't a super cozy dog bed? Hmmmf, 'how bout that. 'Coulda fooled us! So although I am craving light, and considered white denim, the drop cloth thing is sounding like my best bet. Maybe a couple of sets...

After all, no matter how dainty one tries to be, a little drool always slips out during nap time.

"Folk will know how large your soul is, by the way you treat a dog!"
Charles F. Doran

Yours in puppy love, P.
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Friday, May 27, 2011

Letting Go

Sentimentality. That is one of the traits that can cause me trouble.
Crying at the drop of a hat, sometimes in inappropriate places, for ridiculous reasons. A memory or a kind word or a story told can set me off. 
It also causes me to hang on to feelings and things long past their time.
I was looking at the photos of my children with their grandma in my last post and remembered the song, Child of Mine,  that summed up everything I wanted for them as they grew. Kind of my child rearing theme song. Be who you are and treat others as you want to be treated.
Of course that growing came all to quickly for me but the song and sentiment hold true. My children have become...are still becoming... such wonderful adults.
They hold fast to their beliefs and do not cave to pressure to fit someone else's mold.
They are bright, bohemian, creative, musical, talented and I am so blessed that they are my children.

Now about that sentimentality...We planted this bridal wreath spirea right after we moved into our newly built home 18 years ago. I had to have one here because there was a huge one growing at the corner of our first house, the one my children were born in. It grew right beneath their bedroom window. You get the drift, right? Long story short, my gorgeous shrub is just too big now for the space it occupies. On top of that, although it is stunning in bloom, that only lasts about a week, then the flowers turn brown and ugly and not so stunning. If it wasn't smack dab in the center of my laundry room window, right in front of the house, that wouldn't seem so bad...but...sentiment aside, she'd gotta go.

So this is a farewell of sorts to some of my mushy old sentimental memories. It has been a month of get over it and move on moments. Last day at work, artist daughter turned 20, scientist son will be finishing school with two degrees at the end of summer and is considering the Peace Corps, (we won't think of that right now), oldest nephew graduates high school and my sweet spirea is going too. I can plant another one, a whole row of them, matter of fact, just not right in front of the house.

Just sharing a few last glimpses of her spring finery. A really amazing shrub, just massed with blooms. OK I am not looking back...much.

I will even help hubs with the chainsaw. Less sentiment, more ruthlessness. Well, let's not get carried away. Just a bit more acceptance that there is a time for everything and nothing on earth lasts forever.
Enjoy each little thing while it is before us, and let go when the time comes.

Bye bye old friend. I am looking forward to a brand new space to plant in, right next to the front porch. Maybe room for an old fashioned kitchen garden? 
My mouth is watering just thinking about it!

"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."
Havelock Ellis

Yours in new beginnings, P.
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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Happy Birthday Mom

Happy birthday Mom!
Abundance of gifts.

Abundance of love.

Abundance of fun!

Abundance of years!

Abundant blessings of all life can give.
I love you!

"Age is not lost youth, but a new stage of opportunity and strength."
Betty Friedan

Yours in a wish for many more, P.
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Tuesday, May 24, 2011

No End in Sight

Still here. Thankfully the world did not end yet.
If it had at least I would have experienced one last slice of heaven in the garden at Frippery Farmhouse.

Spring showers bring beauty in abundance. How could one not feel thankful in the spring?
I have missed you the past few months but now my job is wrapping up and the old ankle is on the mend so I anticipate visiting more often.
June is around the corner and the hazy days of summer are not far distant.

 June is a time of bright beginnings as well as farewells to the rainy, cool and delightful spring days. This June brings a personal farewell to a lovely group of women I have had the great pleasure to work with for the past few months as well. I will miss them and hope that this will be "til we meet again" and not goodbye. 

It will be nice to get back to creativity and home making as well as helping hubs grow his business. Still I will miss the comaraderie of these ladies who worked together as a team.

They made the days fly by and 8 to 4:30 didn't seem like the drudgery it could have been without them. 
So this bouquet is for them. Great to meet you girls and I hope our paths cross again.

Back to you my blogging friends, who I have sorely missed. I hope to catch up here and there but time away from the computer has also shown me what I have been missing in the real world. Winter is the time to cozy up and nest with friends and family and summer is the time to blossom. I hope this summer brings new blooms in abundance to you all.

Life is rich with experience. Let us embrace whatever it has in store for each of us.

Bring on the joy!

"Sun is shining. Weather is sweet. Make you wanna move your dancing feet." 
Bob Marley

Yours in blossoming friendship, P.
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