Just a few pics of random corners throughout my house. Guess I better make myself useful and start dusting some of them…. 😉
Just a few pics of random corners throughout my house. Guess I better make myself useful and start dusting some of them…. 😉
Merry Christmas, all! It feels like Christmases from years back around here, because we have had blizzard conditions in the last few weeks, just like when I was a kid.
The street crews were working round the clock for a few days because the wind was blowing so fiercely they couldn't keep any streets or roads clear.
We won the “lowest temp with windchill” game! It was wretched! I had never in my life had a “snow day” before last Monday, but they closed where I work, and kids weren't required to attend school if it was too difficult for them to get in.
This was at the beginning of the rough weather late last week. I took this photo as the deer came in to forage from the green waste pile at work, where it is easy pickins. A local brewery dumped their many bins of spent grain, and there were at least a dozen and a half deer having a smorgasbord there for several days. They just love it.
We all stayed snugly warm in the little scale house. Piper enjoyed watching the deer out the window, and Declan stayed all tucked in her blankies.
I didn't end up putting a lot of Christmas decorations out after all. The small storage room where I keep my holiday decorations is currently where all the more fragile, and non-mouse proof cabin goods are being kept. And there are bins upon bins stacked in there. I have beautiful Christmas stuff, and hate skipping a year of seeing it all, but it would have been plain old self abuse to try and man-handle all of that cabin gear to get to the decorations, to then man-handle all those tubs, boxes, and bins that hold the decorations. Then, in just a few short weeks, it would be time to go thru the whole process again to put it away. So, hopefully, next year the cabin will be finished enough to have all those tubs back where they belong at the little mountain house.
Here is what I did manage to scrounge up to add a little holiday cheer.
I kind of have a little “farmy” theme going here this year, because these do-dads were easily accessible. Santa and his jingle bell sheep, with a few pine trees, and an old plaid camp blanket.
Santa and his reindeer, just landed in the barnyard.
An old toy truck (from Bruce's boyhood), filled with bottle brush trees, and towing the cute little bird house trailer my Mom and Dad made me for Christmas a few years ago. (I will never put that sweet thing in the yard for the birds – selfish me……. Don't tell Santa shhhhhh.)
And the pretty antique deer family (that really belongs to my big little son, but I won't relinquish guardianship of them until he OWNS his own home, and I'm sure he couldn't give a hoot one way or another how long I keep them 🙂 ) nestled in a bed of pine boughs, with a deer shed antler candleholder. I have a few other things scattered here and there, but not much to speak of compared to what I usually put out. I will be grateful for such a small amount when the time comes to “un-decorate” because it will take about 1/8 the time it normally takes me.
We will all be going to the farm for Christmas dinner. My poor Mom keeps getting stuck hosting all the Holiday dinners, even tho I argue and try to get them to come to my house. I'm sure she thinks that each holiday we are upon may be the last one spent at the farm, because they are still in the process of trying to sell it. It is a heart wrenching experience, and they are finding that potential buyers can be very mean and demanding people. They love their farm with all their hearts; it's not just a piece of property to them. That makes the whole process even more difficult. So, we will make more good Christmas memories at the farm; eat, drink, and be merry!
Merry Christmas and Glad Tidings to you all!
Gosh, this has been a pretty Spring so far! I guess I feel like it is my responsibility to inundate you with globs of happy, Springy photos 🙂
This year the fruit trees are absolutely loaded with blossoms in town. Light pink, dark pink, creamy white; and now some of the lilacs are starting to pop, lending to the explosions of color. And, it seems like overnight, it is as green as Ireland around here.
The birds planted this Japanese flowering crab outside my back door. It is about 4 years old now, and it is packed with blossoms this year. The funny part is, it is actually 2 trees growing together, and 1 has dark pink blossoms, the other has light pink! Looking like just one tree, it is surprising to see the 2 different colors.
This apple tree below is the first tree I planted when we moved into our house. I can't remember the name, but it's a crab variety and has the most delicious, sweet little apples. I have to try to beat the birds to them every year.
We're not too far off from yummy rhubarb everything – from pies, cobbler, and muffins; to conserve, and punch…..because I can't stand to waste a bit of it. I think my little family isn't all that fond of the stuff, but too bad, so sad for them! If I grow it, I use it!
I've had a small box of potatoes sitting on a blanket on my couch in the kitchen since last fall. Miss Piper shredded the seat of this particular leather couch shortly after I got her, when she was having a sock mauling frenzy. I repaired it as best I could, all the while reminding myself that it was an old couch (even if it was in perfect condition prior to the mauling incident), and I couldn't hold it against her since she is just a fun loving puppy dog. I no more than turned my back, when she completely undid my repair job, complete with a little extra flair and fluff kicked in. Hence the blanket over the boo-boo, weighted down with the box o' potatoes!
Come Spring, the remaining spuds were merrily sprouting away in the box – sans dirt. So, I risked taking the designated couch protector away, leaving just the blanket covering the wounded cushion. My Grandpa O'Connor told me when I was a little kid that St. Patrick's Day is the best day to plant potatoes. Out they went to my raised bed garden. I plopped them in the dirt, taking care to point the sprouts up and barely, barely poking out of the dirt (March is normally darn cold in MT, and I was hoping they wouldn't freeze off)
Here is one of about eight that are making their way thru.
There were 9 to start………..
See the fresh crater at the bottom of the photo?
Yup. She dug it up, toted it into the house, dirt up her nose, potato full of holes, and apparently a good time was had by all (except the potato). She is ever so busy.
What a goof ball! Here she is in “taking a break” mode, her rump plopped on the step with feet dangling. This resting thing is a rare sight to behold.
I don't know how it's possible that she and Declan weigh more than a pound a piece (they weigh 24 and 16 pounds respectively) – they go like wildfire and I would think burn, bare minimum, three times the amount of calories they consume! But they are both fit as fiddles, sleek and muscled.
Little Declan is a bit more collected than the Buffalo Gal. She is definitely not the instigator in all the shenanigans around here. She is very sweet tempered.
These girls love to go “bye-bye”. So we loaded up and went to the park to see if the swans were here yet to let us know it's officially Spring. No such luck, but we found a close second!
Those are some darn cute, fluffy little Spring conveyors!
I don't decorate for Christmas in my bedroom, but I did decide having a few of my favorite deer out would make a nice Winter mantle.
I kept the wreath my Mom made, the wooden box, and the little cabinet, but switched all the birds for deer.
I told Mr. Bruce he was off the hook for a stocking stuffer for me, and got this pretty little roe deer faux mount for myself.
We're just 11 short days away from Christmas, and I'm ready to start baking and candy making for the remainder of my gift giving. All the “bought” presents are waiting to be wrapped. I made it easy on myself this year and just put a minimal amount of decorations out. This is the very first time since I've lived in my own house that I haven't gone hog wild and decorated the house from top to bottom. Even with just a pretty tree, and a couple of cute, cheery things set out, it looks cozy and festive and is good enough for who it's for!
Best wishes for a safe, memorable, and joy filled Christmas to you and yours!
A friend I haven't seen for about a dozen years called the other day on her way thru town, and wanted to come over for a visit the next day. Just those few kindly words struck terror to the very core of my heart!! With my palms sweating, I calmly suggested she come over the next day after I got off work. We exchanged pleasantries, set a time for the following day, and rang off. After few deep breaths to try to clear the panic attack polka dots that were swimming before my eyes, I headed directly for the closet containing the cleaning supplies. Sometimes a surprise like that is just the kick in the pants I need to get in gear, and get after all the things I've let slide for far too long.
I can never wrap my head around the reasoning those young couples use when looking for their first house on HGTV; how they decide a house is wonderful, or totally unacceptable, based on how well they can “entertain” in it. REALLY??!! I nearly faint every time someone says they want to come over to my house. On a good day, I need a bare minimum 4 hours lead time before I feel even remotely comfortable opening my door to welcome someone in. Never mind that opening the door to a good stiff breeze might send a dust bunny the size of a real bunny loping across the floor at my house. I also have a complete phobia about “smells”. I am so afraid when someone comes over they will be overwhelmed with doggy dander smells, or eau de litter box, or a lovely mildewey waft coming from the laundry drop, etc., etc., so I tend to over compensate out of pure, phobic fear. I own roughly 922 candles; approximately 78 cans of room spray (they vary from fancy pants home decor store purchases, to good old grocery store Glade); at least a dozen bottles of family sized Febreeze in various scents; even a few sticks of incense tucked away in a couple of rooms. I buy scented drawer liners, oil plug-ins, wash the inside of my washing machine with vinegar, and buy the strongest smelling/atomic grade mopping compounds known to mankind.
At any rate, my good Mr. Bruce threw in with me when he got home from work (he saw the true desperation in my eye, and took pity on me). He gave up the ghost at 1 a.m., and I shut the last light off at 2 a.m. and also hit the hay.
I fretted all day at work, made one last frenzied round thru the house before calling my friend to come over, then waited…….
It was just wonderful! – and I'm not being a bit sarcastic in saying that. She and her friend were so sweet, and complimented my house at every turn. If they saw anything that made them want to gag, they certainly did not let on! It was comfortable, and fun, and the 3 hours (!!!) they were here absolutely flew by!
But as grand as it was, it still didn't turn me – I will never be an entertaining kind of gal!!
I thought as long as stuff was semi-tidy, I would show you the kitchen and a couple of before pictures I found.
This is taken standing in front of the family room wood stove (which is still in same location today), looking into the kitchen. Now, the back door, to the right, is raised up to kitchen floor level. That wall where Bruce is standing was knocked out, and a full wall was built perpendicular, extending to where the pony wall shows in pic, successfully dividing the kitchen and family room. (Bye-bye open concept! I like each room to be their own room. I also like plenty of walls to hang pictures on.) Pony wall is torn out, and that is where the stairs come down into family room now.
Above pic taken, just to the right of where Bruce was standing in kitchen, looking down into family room.
The kitchen was “L” shaped before. More like backward 7 shaped. This main part of the kitchen is behind and to the right of Bruce in previous pic. This is the picture we put on Craigslist to sell the cabinets, just before we started gutting the room. I have a lot more before pics, but Bruce doesn't have time to scan and upload to iPad for me, so this is it. Now I'll show you what it looks like today.
Here is looking at the back door I told you we raised up.
Here is looking at the wood stove and family room, to the right, where pony wall was before.
It's a good little barnyard kitchen, where my wild little shorty pies can run in and out thru the doggy door, dragging in sticks, and mud, and whatever else they fancy. So, I'll just keep the cleaning supplies well stocked, in case we have to have another emergency cleaning session, but in the meanwhile, everybody can just run and hop and be happy, and we won't worry one little bit about entertaining!!
I have some fun stuff in my cowboy and indian bedroom.
These are pretty unique, I think. They are kind of like paper dolls, but for boys. Or for girls that like cowboy and indian stuff, like me!
I found them all piled in a plastic zip lock bag at a rummage sale, and had never seen anything like them before, or since.
I'm forever keeping my eyes peeled for all things with a western-y or lodge-y twist. This kind of stuff seems to be getting harder to find (folks are hanging onto it now since it's no longer considered “junk” I guess) and when you are lucky enough to run across such things, it is pretty likely to cost more shekels than I am willing to part with. But once in a blue moon I get lucky and hit the jackpot.
My Mom gave me the awesome Skookum doll this last Christmas. I about fainted when I opened the package, and there it was! I have seen some amazing ones at antique sales, but you practically have to take out another mortgage on your house in order to buy one! My Mom has a great eye, got a screamin' deal on this little Skookum, and altogether that makes it even more special! I treasure it.
The Indian on the horse is a wind-up toy. The horse rears up, then drops down, while moving in a circle, it's tail spinning all the while.
The cowboy in the photo is my great grandfather. I have mentioned my great grandmother, who was his wife, in many posts on this blog because I have been entrusted to care for some of their heirlooms, which are most revered in my house.
It makes me happy when I find a pair of little cowboy boots at a rummage sale or one of the thrift stores. I have plans to decorate with them at the cabin when we get everything squared away up there. For now, they look cute in the cowboy bedroom here at home. I could just kick myself when I think of all the cute little boots I got rid of as my son grew out of them when he was little. That was all he would ever wear, and it was not unusual to see him toddling about in just a diaper and usually bright red cowboy boots!
He was sporting some nice black boots for this photo 🙂
This is a really neat lamp. I believe someone spent a great deal of time building it. It has a slab wooden base edged with bark strips. The stand (or body) is wrapped with individual sticks of red twig dog wood and cinched at top and bottom with braided raffia. The shade I think is handmade paper, done in a layering technique. When the lamp is on, the shade looks like a nighttime sky, with moon and stars and light colored shadowy pine trees.
When the lamp is off, the shade is white, and has a row of forrest green pine trees around the bottom – not a hint of a moon or stars showing. I went to a rummage sale and this couple picked it up just as I was running headlong for it. There was no price on it. When they got to the pay table (I happened to be right behind them in line) they asked how much and were told $8. They hemmed and hawed and decided it was too much. I slapped the $8 on the table and said “sold”, and gosh those folks looked surprised. I think they thought the price would come down, but I beat 'em to the finish line. The lady having the sale just smiled and handed the lamp to me!
All the pillows and blankets on the bed came from rummage sales, or antique sales. Gramma and Grandad's neighbor made lodge pole furniture, so I had him make this bed for my son when he was about 5 years old. That was a big splurge for me, but it's a great piece of furniture and I've never regretted it.
Those are bookends on the window sill, but they are cool to look at, so flat against the window, and facing out suits my fancy so I can see them better.
This little bronc is made of the same material as the bookends, and sits in the other window.
The horse in the photo belonged to my great grandfather (who's pic I showed you earlier). This was his favorite race horse, and his name was Dewey. They had a ranch in Lauren, MT, and raised many horses, as well as cattle, but Dewey was his very favorite. When all us kids were little, Gramma told us exciting stories about Dewey. I really liked those stories, so I feel blessed to have this picture of him as a reminder.
Lots of horses I've found here and there over the years. Some were mine when I was a kid.
Old post cards are another favorite and I just stick them wherever I fancy.
Anyway, there is plenty to keep your eye roving in this little bedroom. I love sleeping in here. It feels like a mini vacation at a Dude Ranch if you use your imagination. I believe I've told you before that I'm easily entertained!
I have a horrendous weakness for, well, many things! But a beautiful old door can make me go weak in the knees. If I had my way, every door in this house would be antique. Unfortunately, Mr. Bruce and I don't see eye to eye on this subject. I had a nice small stash of old doors in the garage that I had found here and there that I had big plans for……but due to my lack of carpentry skills they sadly sat in the corner of said garage gathering dust. During one of our more ambitious spells, we got semi-organized and had a rummage sale. Guess what busy Mr. Bruce sold unbeknownst to me when I was looking the other way – yup, my doors. And to rub salt in the wound, he sold them for less than I had paid for the darn things! Well, I've gotten a few replacements since then, but the aren't yet installed. A couple of them will be used up at the cabin. That should entail less whip cracking because he is more, what's the word, enthused about doing things at the cabin than he is at home. That cabin is his baby, kinda like the house is mine.
Anyway, I have been able to twist his arm a couple of times to install some “not your run of the mill” doors at the CottageLodge, and I am ever so appreciative.
This was right after the addition was finished. We bought a decorative exterior door, but it never looked right to me. It was just begging for a pretty, old fashioned screen door. So I shopped and shopped, and finally found an affordable one, and Bruce built out extensions and installed it.
I think it very much adds a nice cottage-y touch.
This is my bedroom door. It is an old exterior door, with beautiful beveled oval glass. A gal was remodeling her old house and had, literally, thrown this door out on her lawn. This is a small town, and I knew who she was, so the day after I saw it I called her up and told her I'd give her $15 for it, and she happily agreed! It was painted a ghastly shade of cement gray, so I stripped it down to the old varnish and had Bruce install it just that way. I painted the bedroom side of it a soft cream color and that's how she's gonna stay!
It had a big hole where the other gal had pulled out the bolt lock. Course Bruce was gonna fix that hole someday 😉 , and about 5 years later I decided to just look thru my stuff and see if I had something to “temporarily” cover that hole. I remembered getting these harness ornaments at a rummage sale, but could not think of a way to use them…….voila!!
They just worked slicker than a whistle! Check one off Mr. Bruce's honey-do list.
This is the door to Bruce's bathroom downstairs. It came from my little house and is really, really old. There was an attached garage on the back of the little house, and after scraping and saving for several years I had enough saved up to turn it into a family room. The carpenters wanted to throw this door out. Good Lord, I came unglued. They, I'm sure, thought I had lost my marbles…..why would you want to keep this old piece of junk they asked. Some people will never understand 🙂 . Just look at this beauty –
I love it, plus it allowed me to bring a small piece of my little house with me when I had to leave it to move here.
This is the door down to the basement. It came from my Mom and Dad's farm. Before they remodeled, it went out to this weird solar greenhouse thing that was attached to the house. They tore the whole mess off and I inherited the door! It is really nice for bringing a lot of light into the stairwell and downstairs.
This door was my anniversary gift from Bruce one year.
Their was an awesome authentically old screen door at my little house, complete with General Store squeak and bang. It was super cute. I adopted this poor dog from the animal shelter and she had severe separation anxiety (understandably – her story is a whole post in itself). Right after I got her, I left her in the yard for just a bit while I ran an errand, and she completely demolished that old screen door. I was sad and kept the remains, hoping that someday it could be salvaged. It got hauled up here when I moved, and lo and behold, Bruce scraped together as many of the pieces of that door as could be rescued, and built from scratch this beautiful door. It is between the dining room and kitchen and serves to keep the critters out of the front part of the house, but still lets the heat from both of the wood stoves circulate back and forth.
He used the spindles, and as much of the wood from the original door as he could.
It could use a quick coat of paint. Miss Glee scratches it when she wants back and forth.
Someday when the laundry room is completely finished, I will give you a photo tour. There are 4 doors like this in that room, all made by Mr. Bruce. I showed him what I wanted, and he just slapped them together in nothing flat. Three are swing doors, one is a big sliding barn door. (I have got to figure out what kind of vitamins he takes when these projects get whipped out; I'm gonna order them by the case when I do!)
This is the door into my Christmas storage room. I wanted it to be incognito and blend right into the wall. Guess Bruce is part Genie, cuz my wish is his command (sort of 🙂 ). I'm just lucky as heck he is so talented, and doubly lucky that he is willing to listen to what I think will work and do his darnedest to make it happen!
Well, that covers the more unique doors in my house. There are a few other just plain old average ones that I hope to replace someday, but they do their job for now. I didn't take a picture of one of the most important doors in my house, that being the doggy door! It's tad grody looking, but is worth it's weight in gold!
So, I was being very lazy, and thought how I might just skip the Halloween decor this year. Then I remembered I had skipped it last year because we were tearing out carpet in the living room and replacing it with oak floors, and having the existing oak floors in the dining room and hallway refinished. Then I painted: the living room (3 different colors), hallway, dining room ceiling, all the trim in the whole front of the house, the front door inside and out, the screen door, and all the porch railings. I wallpapered the entryway, finally squared off and finished the opening where the gothic window was supposed to go once upon a time, and we added the birch bark backer to the Tulikivi hearth. Truth be told, I was too dang tired to put any Halloween decorations up!
This year, I had none of that for an excuse. I finally decided to get off my dead rear and get in gear. What good is it to have all this stuff if you don't put it out, right?
I started on the front porch and worked my way in.
I think this is a bicycle basket. I found it at a rummage sale. My thought was to strap it to the gate after filling it with fake flowers (because they won't be hurt if snow sit on them). It works pretty well!
These 2 little green pumpkins were the extent of my pumpkin crop from my raised bed veg gardens this year – WooHoo.
You flip a switch on this guy, open the top of his skull, and his eyes (sockets) light up, and it looks like flames come out of his skull. Too cool! (I'm easily entertained)
This little gaggle of witches were some of the first Halloween decorations I bought when I got my own place many moons ago.
My bat picture was an illustration in a super old (early 1900's), tattered kids book I found at a rummage sale. It didn't even have a binding on it anymore, just loose pages held between the covers. So I took some of the cuter animal pictures out, brought them to the copy shop, and had them enlarge and print them on heavy card stock for me. I framed the other animals, but decopaged the bats onto an old metal tray from the thrift I cleaned up and spray painted black, and use it for Halloween. I like bats.
My Mom made the cute jack-o-lantern pillow for me.
I made the crow plate from an image download from Country Living magazine's web site. I printed it onto old dictionary pages, then decopaged them onto a wooden blank plate that I had painted black. It was a pretty inexpensive project and I like it a lot.
This book came from the free bin at the thrift! I haven't read it yet, but knew it would be perfect to set out for Halloween along with the magic wand my big little son made for me in shop class a few years ago. (I was thrilled when he gave it to me, but now that I think about it, do you 'spose he was trying to tell me something? 🙂 )
I got these little paper mâché bats about the same time I got the little group of witches. They are pretty fragile and I've not seen anything like them since I got them so long ago.
Here are our counter egos, Bruce, my little son, and me, Halloween style.
This witch cracks me up. If you clap your hands, shut the door too hard, or drop something, etc., she goes into a cackling frenzy and rocks back and forth. There's been a few times Mr. Bruce has stumbled out of bed at 6 in the a.m., shut the door into the kitchen, and off she goes. Probably not exactly what you want to hear before your eyes are barely peeled open. She's been the source of just a bit of under your breath muttering in this house…. 😉
Even if it's a pain in the neck dragging all this stuff out, it's worth it once it's done. It helps me quit whining about summer being gone so fast, and gets me into a cozy fall mood! One (AKA me) really needs to remember to appreciate each and every day of each and every season!
I feel a blabbing spree coming on, so here goes! 🙂
If I had known at high school graduation what I know now, I would have gone to college for, of course, interior design. What adult woman who blogs under the home interiors category doesn't have that secret ambition, but have most likely repressed the dream 🙂 Some are brave and take action on that dream, and I say good for them! Several of the blogs I follow, the women have gained a bevy of followers, and are now offering their design advice (for money) to their followers that want it. I wouldn't dream of hanging myself out there at this stage in the game (even if I had a mega popular blog), and instead just subject my poor house (and now little cabin) to all the furies of my overactive decorating ambitions.
Rustic style decorating turns my crank! [I'm too hard headed to be a swooner 😉 ]
With bits of softer, 1800's type antique cottage style thrown in for good measure – sort of rugged (or tending to lean to the more masculine-ish side), but with just a dab of softness here and there to keep it from looking too “pioneer bachelor style”.
Throw in a smidge of Craftsman/Mission style, and I am a happy camper! And, very importantly, always on a squeaking tight budget, so if I regret a purchase, I'm just out the few bucks I've forked over at the thrift or rummage sale. That is my aspiration. Everything is certainly a learning process, and always a work in progress. I sure know what I like when I see it, and feel comfortable in my home, but may have developed a bad case of “My Own House Blindness”.
After searching high and low for blogs with a rustic type of distinction, I've come up empty handed. (I have found some awesome primitive style blogs, tho, and really like them, but I'm searching for less Colonial, more Cowboy and Indian.) If you know of any out there, let me in on the secret, would ya pretty please? I've seen lots of awesome rustic-ness on Pinterest and Houzz, but none that I've seen seem to be attached to blogs.
I am infatuated with Ralph Kylloe's beautifully photographed books of cabins and log homes that span the United States, and study them like bibles. Judging by many of the higher end homes in this area of the state (real estate site cruising), rustic decorating seems to very popular. Much of the content of Mr. Kylloe's books are homes from the western half of Montana. It seems odd to me that I'm not seeing much of this style of decorating in the blogging world at all. I'm glad to see the “ethereal whiteness” starting to fade in the blogging world. I love light and bright and timeless, but some of the house tours I've seen where white is the be all end all, it looks like there should be clouds in the room, and maybe an angel or 2 playing harps. It's good to see some color creeping back in. But even that comes with it's extremes, it seems. I subscribe to several of the magazines out there now, and feel more disappointed with each issue I receive. I can't understand the hodge-podgedness of so many of the homes they feature. I realize there is the “to each his own” factor in everyone's home, but I want to open a magazine, be drawn into the rooms, and think “I would give my right arm to live in that place”.
Anyway, what the heck do I know besides the fact that my house is good enough for who it's for! I took a few more pictures in my family room today and thought I'd stick them right on here for your perusal. If you tend to sway toward rustic style, maybe you'll like 'em, but it's sure OK with me if you don't!
This is my TV table. It came to live here from Craig's List! It is solid pine and had a natural finish, and wooden knobs. I remodeled it 🙂
When I decided to use it for the TV, I knew the open back would be a problem, because all the cables and wires would show. Mr. Bruce had brought back a few good sized bundles of extremely old, used wainscoting that had been salvaged from his great grandparents original old homestead house. He couldn't stand the thought of something that had survived for probably more than a hundred years, and that someone had been thoughtful enough to salvage from the old house, to just have it discarded at the dump, or thrown into a burn pile, so he toted it clear back to Montana. It is awesome. I wish there had been a truck load of it. I showed him my plan to attach the wainscoting to plywood so it could be screwed to the table for now, but the whole back can be taken off later if need be (it could be made into an awesome headboard). Once installed, it sure took care of the cables showing.
I had already painted the small armoire a few years prior to this, and wanted the table to match.
So I painted and distressed, hunted up some more red twig dogwood down by the river, sketched out a design for the twig placement, and Bruce attached them with his brad nailer. Then I added the rusty knobs that I had found at a rummage sale. All of the pictures, pottery, and books on the TV table came from rummage sales and the thrift store.
I found a few more Indian things in the Cowboy/Indian bedroom, and put them with the street sign. The block to the left is a copper and steel antique printing press block of an Indian in full headdress. It's so cool close up!
Moved my bear pic out here, took down the branding irons, and hung the rug on the wall.
Next on the list to tackle is the freshly vacated bedroom! I was a brut and made my big little son take darn near everything he owns to his new apartment. I wanted it good and empty because that little beat up room is going to get a cottage make-over!
OK, done blabbing now.
Felt like it was time to re-arrange. Sounds much easier than it is – my living room is difficult. Too many doorways and the big ol' Tulikivi stickin' way out into the room. Just have to use a little imagination to get everything juggled around.
It's a blustery, thunder and lightening day. Here it is, the middle of the afternoon, and I had to turn the lamps on just to see what I was doing.
I love these rocking chairs. The smaller one came from Bruce's Grandparents farm, the larger one I found at a rummage sale for $15. We reupholstered both of them and polished up the oak, and I think they turned out really nice. I took the gothic window off the sideboard in the dining room and was at a loss where to put it. I didn't want to squash it back in the closet because it's pretty and needs to be seen 🙂 so I propped it up in the corner and kinda like it there for now.
Moved the leather chair over to the other corner and it makes a good reading spot. I got this chair at a rummage sale for $35, bought the leather at a saddle supply shop in Billings, and managed to find an upholsterer in Bozeman that was a total bum. He had the chair for almost 5 months until I threatened to turn him in to the Better Business Bureau, Consumer Advocates, and any other consumer help agency I could think of. He then finally finished it, and did do a decent job, but the whole experience made me really wish that I knew how to upholster my own larger pieces. Simple smaller pieces I can do; big pieces, I'm a fraidy cat to try.
The metal coffee bin to the left of the chair I got at the thrift store for $25. The roll top desk behind the chair I rescued from my sister-in-law, who had it all ready to go to the dump. The cabinet that sits atop the desk is the upper portion of a Hoosier type cabinet which came from (you guessed it) a rummage sale; a super score in my opinion for $20! I “married them” and they are terrific storage.
That opening to the entryway, above the chair, is where the gothic window was supposed to be built in. A good dozen years later, I got sick of waiting. So when we got the oak floors in the living room last fall, I told Bruce to square off the opening, trim it out, and call it good. I'd had 2 carpenters look at it, and neither of them new how to trim out a Gothic arch. Oh for the craftsmanship of yesteryear! It is so hard to find help to hire in this area, and then you're lucky if you even get the basics completed. Thank heavens I have a very talented husband. Unfortunately, his day job keeps him far away from the “honey-do” list a goodly portion of the time. But when it gets down to brass tacks, he comes thru for me and some things get finished up. And very nicely I might add 🙂
The pictures above the lamp are originals. Some of the very few originals I own. I mostly have antique prints.
I got this tiny drawing of sheep from an art gallery here in town (during crazy daze) for a wonderful price. Bruce cut the mat on our cutter, and the frame was (of course) a rummage sale find. Total cost, approximately $12! Not bad for original art 🙂 I cut the little picture in the lower right hand corner out of a Victoria magazine and stuck it against the glass just for good measure cuz I thought it was cute.
I bought this farm scene at an antique mall in Bozeman because it reminded me a lot of Vermont with it's church steeple sticking up in the background. Turns out that, I believe, it's Russian. The detail on the steeple and the artist's name are what make me think that. This photograph doesn't do it justice. It is beautiful and very detailed when you see it up close. I'm so glad I got it, as the antique mall where I purchased it burned to the ground just a few months later.
Some of my flock of sheepies. This little plaque is cement, and was a gift from my Mom.
More sheep, and the print is one of my very favorite – it has a stone bridge with arches just like the very one we have in our town at Sacajawea Park. I got it at a rummage sale 🙂 and framed it myself.
Here is my custom made in North Carolina couch that I purchased at a rummage sale for $40 and had reupholstered (not by the bum, but by an awesome upholsterer that has since moved away 🙁 ) The lady I bought it from said she had it custom made, pre-children, back when she and her husband both had high paying jobs and more money than they knew what to do with. It is a phenomenal sturdy, hardwood, camel back sofa, and I don't know why she didn't just have it reupholstered herself. My gain!
A portion of my collection of antique, chalk painted Indian pottery.
I put my cast iron barn and farm animals on the sideboard where I previously had the gothic window.
There is a small light in the barn which makes the whole barn turn into a night light in the evenings. The china cows came from Bruce's grandparents; I found all the rest of the critters here and there over the years. The barn came from a thrift store in Big Timber.
I put all the rest of my sheep collection out, too. I only put them out about once a year because I have so many different collections and like to rotate them all. So it's fun to start unwrapping them and it never fails I'm surprised by some that I had forgotten about. I'm easily entertained 🙂
Anyway, just thought I'd share some of my treasures. Now, maybe you can understand why I'm so whiney about not being able to rummage due to my new job! I hate shopping retail because I can't stand paying retail prices for anything! For real, 90% of my house is furnished with rummage sale, hand-me-downs, thrift store, auctions, etc., which I'm sure has saved me bazillions of dollars over the years 😉