As I near the end of Frankie’s Amazing Technicolor Dreamghan…
of course I have to find another massive project to fill my winter months…
Yes, I saved this glider from the dumpster. I really need to quit doing stuff like that.
Frank helped me cut out the old seat webbing, and get it all cleaned up.
Now it’s time for me to design some yarnbombing.
I’m currently undecided if it will be acrylic yarn or nylon cord. I’m leaning towards nylon cord for longevity, but the color choices aren’t as fun as I’d hope. Hmmm, sounds like I need to do some retail therapy :)
Make today ridiculously amazing!
Gotta love Miss Cali. No matter what mess surrounds a cat, they can always nap.
All the while I am stressing that I’m in the middle of 7 WiPs that really need to get finished up.
My she-cave was commandeered by a weight bench & a treadmill. I just keep making the living room a stronger and stronger case for the boys to give up the rec room downstairs to make into my studio.
Sometimes revisiting your old stomping grounds can just make you sad.
Recently, Frankie had to go home to Ohio for a funeral and like every time we go home, he stopped by to see our old house. We lived there for a very long time and it was our safe place, our hideaway in the woods, our place to find peace from the chaos of the world. We lived in Shawnee State Forest in the foothills to the Appalachian Mountains and it was a haven for too many reasons for me to blather on and on about. Suffice it to say, it was where we healed from very traumatic events in both our lives and became the best of friends and learned to move forward. ‘Nuff said there.
Our beautiful 20 acres was bought by an entrepeneur who saw the potential we always had, but he had the money to make it happen. He turned our corner of the world into a beautiful wedding garden and reception hall and threw outrageously fabulous weddings. FYI, we got married in our front yard 10 years previous to that, and the photo ops were stunning.
Our old farmhouse always stayed as the caretaker’s home behind the scenes.
Fast forward 10 more years later, and the entrepeneur lost his millions in the Great Recession a few years ago and now has all but abandoned the business. Our old property is on the market again for many 100’s of thousands of dollars more than we sold it for back in 2002. Although we would love to buy it back, we are love rich and cash poor.
So back to his stop there last month…
He took gobs of photos, but they are so incredibly sad. The old place is no longer as we remember it…overgrown…falling apart…totally neglected.
I went through all the photos over and over and decided to only keep the not-so-sad…the ones that can still remind me of home.
~from this angle it’s not quite so bad, and my Granma Amy’s snowball bush is in the foreground and flourishing~
~our mountain runoff creek is still wild and sun-dappled and just as I recall~
~and my ‘loveseat’ rock that Frankie hoisted up & out of the creek to sit and contemplate life, while extremely overgrown, is still there on the creek bank~
Edited to add::
After writing this post, I needed to see some shots of my old life in Ohio. This is how I remember our creek and our loveseat.
I’ve never heard it called that until recently at a farmers’ market, and yet it’s so much more cute that calling it a doll/bed purse or a bassinet purse.
I think I will be updating the name of my pattern…
~these are some pretty rough looking shots from my phone, but you get the idea~
I AM A BLOGGER.
Originally posted on Leanne Cole PHOTOGRAPHY:
Recently I was having a discussion with someone and I was told that I was “just a blogger”, with the implication being that I was no one important. There was the implication that just because I write a blog that I was nothing else, and therefore there was no need to take me seriously.
Those words have haunted me, made me angry, and made me wonder, just what it is to be a blogger? Even my children tease me about it. So where do these negative connotations for being a blogger come from?
I think it is interesting that people feel this way about them, considering, I just tried to find out, that WordPress alone has over 60 million blogs, that doesn’t count all the other blogging platforms that are out there. So with millions and millions of blog, why does it have a bad reputation?
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This is also a CAT OF THE DAY PHOTO
Most of my cat photos end up on twitter, because I cannot resist #WhiskersWednesday, #KittyLoafMonday, #JellyBellyFriday, #Caturday, or #SelfieSunday But it’s OK because Cali & Lexi are game to pose for me. It’s like I’m a cheesy photog saying “make love to the camera”
I am a crazy cat lady.
That is all.
Except that if you want to find me, I’d totally tweet with you.
But yeah, just to warn you I am a #TotallyUncensoredCrazyCatLady
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