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After two weeks of big projects, a party, and the weekend of sales, I might be feeling my age.

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The last week of May and first one in June were hoppin around here.  I started off touching up house paint where needed, then stopped myself and changed to power washing first.  Why repaint it if it only needs washed off?

Two days of spraying cleared off most of the discoloration, but a lot of the house still needed some fresh paint.  The entryway especially.
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Earlier, I’d also simply touched up the black shutter paint.  Afterwards, I saw that didn’t solve the problem, and went back to scrape off all loose paint and redid each shutter (at least on the first floor).  It was worth the effort, knowing this will last further into the future.  Typically I walk around the house every year or two and dab paint on bad spots. 

But over time, that isn’t enough. A thorough washing and scraping before getting my brushes and buckets of paint out means I can hopefully skip a few seasons my usual redos. 

This trick postpones the need for hiring a pro to repaint the entire home. 

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Speaking of home maintenance, this corner has been an issue for the twenty years we’ve had this addition.  We’ve had a half dozen pros out to give advice and make changes, but still had water seepage into the breezeway.

Well, while power washing, I put a hole right through the wall!  I knew the sprayer could strip paint, clear piles of mud the dogs had thrown onto the deck, and also zip the skin right off my shin.

But I didn’t realize it could decimate water rotted wood.  
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Rich ripped out all the siding and wet guck, rebuilt and sided the wall.  I siliconed and repainted.  While having the wall opened up, we think we found the leaky area that contractors had missed, since we had a view to the inside that they hadn’t had access to.

Rich thinks it’s fixed now, and when we run the garden hose over it, we see no water pouring out the bottom into the breezeway.  Still, we are going to add extra guttering to detour the rain away from that vulnerable spot we unearthed.

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Stopping the river that ran through the breezeway inspired me to take on two other run off issues.  They didn’t hurt the house, but often left standing, muddy water on the gravel or patio.   Rich and I dug out trenches to divert the rain away from this spots and filled them with larger stones.

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In this area, the bricks were buried under so many years of mud, I forgot they existed.  The power washer not only revealed them, it showed me the path the water took.  Basically a huge puddle in this area, no movement at all.  So we dug out two trenches, starting shallow and getting deeper further out.

(the pile of bricks are the ones we removed to dig the trench, I need to relocate them to a flower bed that could use an edging repair)

So far, the garden hose proves that our efforts worked, and after a big rain, all seems fine.  Now, over time, mud will back up again, but it might take ten years or so.  Maybe we will fix it with a French drain then, but for now, our dry river beds of rock will do the trick.

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While we were in a rock hauling mood (ha, yeah, right, no one ever wants to haul rocks) we decided to freshen up the other gravel areas.  Not redoing, just cosmetically tweaking them by using the sprinkle technique of Rich and Sugarwings walking around with an open bag and drifting more rocks over the existing ones while I followed with a rake.

Of course while it would be better to spread a truckload, these bags of river rock from Home Depot were helpful, if not perfect.

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Although in this spot, I needed to use a full bag, these stones had washed away, or sunk into the ground pretty bad here.
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While the weather kept giving me perfect springtime days, I figured I might as well keep working outside before summer heat hits.  So, next up was water proofing these stairs and the deck flooring Rich had replaced last month.  The original framing was dark, but I went with a honey tone for the new areas, because I liked the contrast.  

It was a surprise for him on his birthday, and a gift he much preferred over something from a store.  We also had a sit down dinner for a dozen or so friends to celebrate his day too, and will be having another party to follow this week.

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Next up?  Well I just repainted the guest bathroom and need to finish the decor.  And something needs to be done about my flower pots.  Many of the plantings look like this.  I dusted with diatomaceous earth, and hope that helps.  If the flowers don’t make it, I’ll need to replant.

I’ll have pics of the new bathroom when it’s done.  Looks like I’ve run out of steam for now, after two days of sales at Good Juju, I simply could not make myself finish the job yet.  

 

 

 

 

 

One person’s trash, was thoughtfully shared with someone who think its treasures. That someone was luckily me!

flowers, friends

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A couple of friends came by to enjoy the exquisite spring weather and have some chicken salad on fresh baked bread with me in my courtyard.

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Both brought bags of stuff they had around and wondered if I could use.

Jen’s husband had bought a case of air spray cans meant for cleaning a key board and she asked if I wanted a couple since they’d never use up that many.  She’d remembered me complaining about how dusty Good Juju was and that I was worried that my sun catchers would soon become dirt collectors.

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It wouldn’t have occurred to me to try spraying the crystals with an air can, but once she mentioned it, I was thrilled with the idea.  There are so many things there that could be so much simpler to keep tidy this way.

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Shanna had a couple of sacks with her and seemed almost apologetic to offer them.  She said they were things her grandma had for years and were in pretty bad shape.  My ears pricked up with those words and my heart might’ve skipped a couple beats.

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One package was stuffed with pieces of vintage fur, ideal for crafting Santas at Christmas.  The other contained all of these millinery floral bunches.  One of my favorite things in the world.

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See why?  These are all perfectly faded and tattered.  I see many exciting craft projects ahead for me, as well as clean chandeliers in my booth.  Thanks to my pals!

Sewing and concrete

antiques/junking, flowers, sewing?

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For a person who dislikes sewing as much as I do, I end up doing quite a few sewing related projects.

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Like these hand made pincushions in vintage vessels.

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There is even an entire shelf of sewing related goods.  Which I do find interesting.  I told myself never try to sell anything I don’t like, because you might just get stuck with it.

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There is also a display of pet themed items.  More up my alley than sewing.  But I sure enjoyed making the pincushions  I hope they sell so I can craft more of them.

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Another thing that needs to go are these birdbaths.  Not because I don’t like them, I love them, and all of the cherubs, to pieces.  And it might look like I never sell the angels, but actually, I do, I just keeping buying more. I’ve had a steady stream of concrete statues in my booth since Christmas.  
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Christmas angels, valentines cherubs, garden statues, I love them for many seasons.
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The issue is that these concrete pretties are bad for my torn rotator cuff that I’m too stubborn to have repaired.  And my husband pointed out that it isn’t exactly fair to ask him to haul the hefty birdbaths around either. So, I see some rock bottom sale prices coming in the future if I still have them in my booth.  

 

More from April’s set up at Good Juju

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This month, my mushrooms are tinted in pretty Easter egg colors.

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Soft pinks, shimmery greens, sky blues, and silky lavenders.

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And while you’d think I had more than plenty of my dyed roses, whelp, nope.  I made more of the smaller ones to fit onto mini pots and white glass jars.

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Of course, there are fairies too.

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And more roses.

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I redid my “ballerina corner” with some new dancer themed finds.

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Doesn’t this great lamp go perfectly with my spring time pink tones?

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This is the time of year when sweet little birdies start adventuring out into the garden.

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Where they build their nests and lay some eggs.

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Spring makes me so happy, I just couldn’t stop filling my booth with as many mementos of the season as I could possibly squeeze in. 

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Do you know the best part?  I get to do this all over again for May!

 

 

 

 

A blooming patch at my booth

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The theme at my Good Juju booth for March is all about blooming.

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I had hand dyed over TWO THOUSAND coffee filters to make these roses.  I used a little more than half, so that means I can make some more.  These are my latest addiction and I had to force myself to stop.
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Because I seriously have plenty.

Or do I?  

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How much is enough?

 

A garden wedding in the Appalachians

family, flowers, We're having a party

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Where can I find a chandelier crystal this size? I was mesmerized by it.
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Although that exceedingly large, rainbow filled, spectacular prism of light was not the only detail that caught my eye at this old, Victorian home.
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The gardens were charming, too and made an ideal location for the wedding of the homeowners.  Both of their personalities shone through each design choice.
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Especially the sentimentality and love for family that they both share.

One corner of the dining room was filled with photos of the couples’ families. This is the bride’s great grandmother.

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The bracelet the bride wore was also worn in that portrait.  And her ring? It is two wedding rings from their parents melted down and recreated into this new piece by her mother, a metal smith.

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Constant reminders of the pair’s love of art, are sprinkled through the house and grounds.  Paintings from professional artists who are family members and friends, collections of hand crafted coolness, and creative DYIs done in preparation for the wedding and to fix up the home.  

Their dedication to an artful life stood out to me in the small things too.  Like placing star shapes around the picnic table as a resist before power washing it, leaving a two toned, star sprinkled table afterward.

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Hydrangea booms tied together into heart shapes lined the driveway.

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Centerpieces were constructed of bowls of moss with figurines perched on top.

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At the lovebird’s table, the moss was topped with- lovebirds.  Tiny, and subtle, but fitting in with the theme of the night.

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And did I mention that she made her skirt?  It had major sparkles going on, with 3D flowers that don’t show up well in my photos, but sure did in person.

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While I was busy oohing and ahhing over the multitude of great ideas, sweet details, and artwork that caught my eye, I still noticed one big thing that stood out more than anything else.

Happiness.

 It was a crowd full of people that loved Mark and Allie, people who were so happy for them. 

 

 

 

Mother’s Day Traditions

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Mother’s Day weekend was jam packed here at the Cottage.  I hit two mornings of light but fruitful garage sales, made gemstone  bracelets for gifting, and had a sweet little dinner party, where Sugarwings helped cook for what we call “The Council of Mothers”.  

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The kiddo also came by on Saturday to help with wood splitting. It’s a job I rarely have to be a part of, thank goodness, because it is very unpleasant.  But it needs done, and we were short on crew.  Most grandkids have moved away, Ryan is gone.  Rich always paid his helpers for the afternoon, and I got out of the job since there were plenty of assistants.

But now, it’s just Sugarwings, Rich, and I to do it.  Not only is it a rough activity, it’s heart wrenching to think about all of the past helpers who are no longer around to pitch in.

Finding two hearts in the sections of logs was a reminder of them.  

Especially Ry.

He was so strong, tossing those stumps meant nothing to him.  He never enjoyed the job, but didn’t complain about helping out.  For years, he was our champion on wood splitting day.

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The rest of the weekend was mostly yard work.  Mother’s Day officially kicks off tackling our spring to do lists in the garden and courtyard.  That tradition started when the kids were just little and would spread mulch and do other beautification projects for me.

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This year, I power washed for a few hours while Rich cleaned out the storage shed.  Then we set up the patio furniture, umbrellas and pots.  I planted annuals and Rich got the vegetables into the garden soil.

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We might have done more than a week’s worth of work in those two days, and I was feeling it.  After dinner Sunday evening, I told everyone I was sorry I had to be a party pooper, but I was going to bed. When I got there, I slept twelve hours straight.  Mother’s Day wore me out, especially without Ryan’s strength helping us with the heavy jobs.

But the yard looks good!  He’d have been proud of it.  Ryan not only had a great work ethic, he loved to see what others did.  When he’d get home from cooking at the nursing home, he’d want to walk around the yard with us and compliment what we accomplished.  

The older I get, the harder a full weekend of yard work gets, and a Mother’s Day of being lazy sounds better and better.  But Ry Guy was on my mind and in my heart all day and that gets me through all of the jobs that need doing.

 

 

 

Mini redos and pussy willows

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Is this just weird, or is it cool?  I had a pair of old skates, and I liked them as is, but thought they might be even more interesting separated and used as an art piece.

The left has been stuffed with tissue, then the old paper and a photo of old timey skaters were glued to the tissue, not to the skates themselves.  The millinery bloom is simply wired to the shoestrings  that way, it can all be removed if this skate needs to be reunited with its mate. The right is waiting empty to see if it should be foofed up or left as is.

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Here is another mini redo.  It’s a styrofoam head that I painted to look like cement.  The trick is to throw some grout into the paint.

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While I had the mixture stirred up, I repaired this statue.  (The tall one) it had a crack, so I filled that with silicone, then repainted with my grouty mix.

Currently, we are visiting an ill family member in Georgia, having a mini reunion, then heading to Florida for more family fun.

Between this trip and my stays in Indiana, I haven’t gotten a lot of crafting accomplished.  I managed to flip my booth to be set up and ready for Good Juju First Fridays, spring clean my house, then pack for our latest adventure.

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Of course I packed art supplies!  While it was Rich’s turn to drive, I did some sketching, hoping to have time to add color to these drawings later. For spring, I’m putting most of my sweet birdies onto pussy willow branches.  

Since I was a kid, I’ve  those bushes.  We had one in our yard back then, and I used to name the tiny puffs, and sit under the shrub to talk to and pet them.  

Yes, I was a weird child, and desperate for a pet to call my own,.  With the raging asthma I had back then, pussy willows  and stuffed animals were as close as I got to having one.

Over the years, I’ve planted a few of these fluffy bushes at different homes we owned, then sold.  At our current cottage  (32 years) I do not have one  and honestly do not know why not.  As soon as I get home, one will be going into the ground.  Heck, while I’m at it, I should plant a bunch of them.  

That is, unless I hop right back into the car and go to Indy to watch the eclipse! 

 

A little chance to do some painting

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A friend posted a back to school photo of her and her mini me.  It was a perfect little snapshot of joy.

 I loved it so much, I just had to do a quick mixed media sketch of it. I will be gifting this to her next time I see her.

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While my paints were out, I decided to do a rose painting for a kind soul who had gifted me with boxfuls of treasures during her de-stashing.  I could never express my full gratitude for her generosity enough.  I hope she knows how much it was appreciated.  

I wracked my brain to figure out what to send as a thank you.  Because of her major clean out, I thought she probably wouldn’t want more “stuff”, but a card was not enough.  After perusing her IG, and seeing how much she loved gardening, so I am hoping that this flower will be something she likes.

 

 

 

Magic at the Hawk and Hawthorn

family, flowers, Food and Drink, Garden, guncles, Travel

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Hawk and Hawthorn (about 20 min north of Asheville on top of a scenic mountain) is my new favorite vacation spot.

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The Airbnb is set upstairs of a newly renovated, charming old house and the patio over looks the farm.

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Bonus- the view includes the barn/event center.

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Double bonus for me- my son lives there.

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He is their onsite trim carpenter.

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He and his buddy just built this outdoor kitchen for tent campers.  Spaces are available through Hipcamp, and campers have access to the barn for yoga, bathrooms, cooking, and more.  
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I think how much you can hang out in the barn depends on scheduled events.  They had just held one, and this mushroom display from it was still set up.  I spy a couple of my schroomies in there too!

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They host workshops, festivals, retreats, music, etc.  Our visit was Sunday thru Friday, so it was pretty low key.
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We had full use of the facilities and after harvesting our food to fix in the apartment kitchen, we walked it across the field and up the hill to dine in the beautiful barn.

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It had just started to rain and was getting dark.  We ate while listening to the drops on the metal roof and the curtains swayed in the breeze.

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I am not sure how many times I used the word “magical”, probably way too many, but it was justified.

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Our meal was trout that the kids caught with their grandfather that day and deliciousness we gathered from the vast gardens.

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I would say that the term, “magical”, had to be correct.  There had to be some magic in the head grower’s touch.  Look at the size of this corn! All the veggies were lush and vibrant, over the top with health and vitality.  
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It made me think that my Kansas garden back home was a sad comparison.  

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We picked fresh produce daily.  And had flowers in our salads, and even cooked into chewy brownies.

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And I got to forage for chanterelles!  It was my first successful mushroom hunt. 
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We walked through what felt like an enchanted land of moss and streams to find them. While on the hunt, my boy taught me tricks about different types and what to look for.

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He is always on the lookout and you never know when he will abruptly pull over the car to spring out and return with a handful of berries to share.  He spots tasty treats everywhere he goes.

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At the farm, there are baby bunnies to hold and goats to visit.  There is a fresh mountain spring set up with pipes to fill your containers.

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Pretty and rustic areas to enjoy, trails to explore, and vistas so lovely, all you want to do is sit back, sip a glass of wine and take it all in.

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Plus-NO CHIGGERS! It felt oddly uncomfortable to walk through tall grass without bug spray.  In the back of my mind, I kept worrying that I’d be up all night itchy and miserable.

But I got used to not needing a thorough spritz before going outside.  And I was not homesick for any midwestern bugs that typically torture me all summer long.

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There is cool art everywhere, including on these shirts.

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The dragon was by our front door.

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I don’t know why I didn’t get any photos inside our cozy studio apartment, maybe because there was so much to see and do outside.

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The tranquility was just what we needed, the rest of the trip was so stressful.  Serious family illnesses, an auto wreck, all were overwhelming.  
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Thank goodness for the peace and welcome we found at the Hawk and Hawthorn.

 It was MAGICAL. 

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