It’s been way too long since I posted. Busy, busy times for me…very unusual. In fact, I am pretty well exhausted! But it’s all good. I figure it will be no time at all before I am back to my lay-around self, eating bon-bons in front of the television.
Now for the big reveal! The darlin’ granddaughter just celebrated her 2nd birthday. I posted the dress I made for her a few weeks ago. One thing I didn’t mention was that my daughter never asked me to make a birthday dress. I never asked my daughter if I could make the birthday dress. I just assumed that nothing had been picked out, so I pigged my way into the middle of it and took over. I have to watch that. But as it turned out, it was much appreciated, and oh so cute!
So what is wrong with this picture? EVERYTHING! The first thing you might notice is the blurry wrapped arm. Well the little darlin’ had an incident involving big bed/big brother/big owie. At this point, there was a “suspected fracture” but as it turned out it was just a sprain, thankfully. The next thing you will probably notice is the crappy picture. This Granny, who is the camera guru and designated photographer for all family events, left the camera at home. I am still hanging my head in shame for that one. The last thing that you might notice (hopefully?) is the adorable dress that was in a recent post. She looked so pretty in it.
And now to the main event. The kids had lots of fun playing with the brand new kitchen that was lovingly built by the hubby and myself. No tutorial here. Just pictures with a few explanations is all I can offer.
There are dozens of tutorials and ideas out there on the crafty sites. How it looks will obviously depend on what you start with and your level of expertise with tools. I have NO expertise unless it’s a sander. Hubby can build just about anything that requires the use of tools. So he was drafted for this project.
We started off with a cheap black laminate “tv stand” that was about to be junked. It had a removable shelf that was trimmed down to make the oven door.
After a good sanding to rough up the surface, this was primed all over with a good even coat of oil-based Kilz primer. I did this the hard way…..I primed it with water-based primer, and watched it slide off when you breathed on it, so I had to scrape it off and start over. I don’t recommend this method. Just sand and prime…keep it simple.
Hubby added a back made of particle board, and added a front piece for the knobs. He does such good work!
He used a piece of scrap plywood to make the oven bottom because we needed the shelf to make the oven door. The plywood was necessary to have something sturdy enough to hold the hinges (leftovers from kitchen project). The oven part is big enough to cook a turkey, but hopefully is too small for a child to get shoved into. We left enough space under the oven for a small storage basket and added a matching curtain. I used gorilla glue to attach heavy-duty velcro to the wood, and then sewed the soft side of the velcro to a ruffled curtain. I imagine it’s been removed about 100 times by now, but at least it will last awhile.
I had two small wooden card file boxes laying around, so we painted them and attached to the back. One is an open “cupboard” and the other is a microwave! A plywood door, a cheap handle, a shiny black painted “window” and the key pad from a $3.00 rubber calculator (Big Lots) was enough to make her microwave look real! Well sorta…
I found a scrapbook paper that coordinated with the fabric, and decoupaged it on as the “backsplash”. We added two wooden circles, a painted PVC P-trap, some cheap wooden knobs, paint and a old dog bowl (thoroughly cleaned up) to provide all the finishing touches.
The oven door “window” is the original black laminate that we masked off to keep it black and shiny. I think that was much easier that way and we had nice crisp corners.
I spotted some adorable coordinating knobs at Hobby Lobby (1/2 price) so I couldn’t resist buying them. She can hang her little dishtowels and potholders on them. We were originally going to put a towel holder on that side, but I had images of her using it as a handle to push this thing all over the house, so we opted for knobs.
By this point I was tired of having to bother the hubby with more “one more little favor”s. But I wanted to add a chalkboard to the other side. So I went to hobby lobby and bought “stretcher frames” from their art department. Each side is around $1, and you can make it whatever size you need. I opted for 11×14. You insert each piece into a pre-cut slot on each corner in order to make your frame. I glued it and painted it, then masked off the same size square on the side of the kitchen. I used the formula from pinterest for making your own chalkboard paint (1/2 c paint+1 T unsanded grout). It worked like a charm!. My only suggestion is that you let it dry thoroughly before you glue on the frame. That will save you the trouble of having to touch up the botched corners with a different paint (because you ran out of the the other one). I think after a few months of chalk, you won’t be able to notice, but I know it’s there. Grrr.
I made coordinating apron, potholders, oven mitt and dishtowels from the scraps for the final touch. Honest…it’s done!
TADA! We are pleased with the way it turned out.
I’ve always been a gardener….in my head. My Dad was the BEST gardener I’ve ever known. He did it right….tilled and fertilized and babied his plants. We composted everything from the kitchen…our very lives were threatened if we threw away any compostable material. He had the touch. But he wouldn’t do anything frivolous like flowers or shrubs….no sireee. Huge cauliflower. Cucumbers that were as long as his arm. Okra that grew up over his head with 8″ pods that were still tender enough to fry. His tomatoes probably could have earned him a record somewhere.
Maybe all that garden/canning/freezing frenzy scared me away from wanting a vegetable garden. Or maybe I am aware of the fact that all my farmer ancestors would be rolling over in their graves when they saw my weeds, puny plants, and bug-infested harvest. I can promise you, that’s what it would be. I don’t have the patience or the time to do it. I will just mooch off of others or buy what I need.
So why am writing about gardens? Because I want flowers and shrubs and trees and bushes and ornamental grasses. I want a little place to sit outside where I can hear the birds and see the butterflies and smell the earthy sweetness that you can only get from living plants. I want tacky, quirky little accents that match my tacky and quirky personality. ( I believe they call it “whimsical”!) I want a place where the dogs can visit but not “make it their own”. A place where I can sit out with my family and catch fireflies and watch the kids play in the sprinkler. I want a place that is small and contained and easily maintained. I want something like this……..
So why don’t I have it? Because I don’t know how! I am 55 years old and everything I have ever planted has died. My son-in-law gave me the best present 2 years ago. He planted a little area with azaleas and flowers….he worked so hard on it. He bought the good garden soil and dug and sweated for a whole day to get it done. I babied it and watered it and fertilized it and talked to it. And they all died. The bushes never took root….I watched one of them get caught in the wind and just blow away! I was so sad…..
As I mentioned earlier, my sister is a huge inspiration to me. Whatever she needs or wants to do…she just does it! So after my vacation this year, I determined that “by golly….I’m just going to do it!” Right or wrong, I was going to sweat and dig and tote and carry and stack and hang….whatever I needed to do to get a little garden started. I didn’t care if it was just a few bricks and a tree….I was going to get it started. I may not know much, but I do know that NOTHING in this life ever gets done without being started. Even a bit at a time. So I ordered a bunch of discounted cheap trees. We planted a little red bud that my son-in-law gave us. I went to the nursery when everything was 75% off and bought dracaena, grasses, peonies, hibiscus, and a crepe myrtle. I went to Lowe’s and bought vincas and moss roses for 50% off. Now the reason everything was so cheap is because planting time is past here….it’s too HOT. But did I care? NO. Did I research these plants to make sure they were okay for my area or soil or sun/shade? NO. (That would require planning and forethought and I hate that. I don’t read instructions either. I just fiddle with it and try to get it right…and then give up and have hubby do it 😉 ) I decided to be safe and just use containers and do the real planting in the Fall. But I was excited! I was actually DOING something that I wanted/needed to do! YEAH! In North Dakota I saw some painted boots used as planters. I wanted that! I saw old pitchers and teapots with flowers spilling out. I wanted that! I saw old rusted out pans filled with succulents. I wanted that! So now I have that! Not the garden of my dreams yet, but I got started…and that’s good enough…for now.
Now I know all you snobby gardeners are laughing at me! And I don’t really care. You have to start where you are with what you have. It doesn’t matter if it isn’t up to someone else’s standards. I’m having fun with it. I’m babying my plants and trying to keep them cool. I am appreciating them. I am giving them LOTS to drink in this heat. I move them to the shade when it gets to be too much. They are still alive! It’s a miracle. And our little red bud tree has tripled in size since I gave it some company. Hubby is even talking Pergola! So all you doubters and haters out there….miracles can and do happen all the time. Can’t wait to post an update this next year!
One of the most memorable stops on my vacation was one that was not planned. On the drive to Rapid City, we spotted a HUGE cemetery outside of Sturgis. It appeared to be a federal site, but neither of us knew anything about it. We made a note to check it out on our way back.
On the return trip, I got out my favorite tool…my iPhone…and googled the cemetery. Turns out it is the Black Hills National Cemetery. So why am I writing about this? Because it’s a sight that will stay with me forever. I don’t get out much…I’ve never been to Arlington or any other large Veteran’s cemetery. So seeing something of this magnitude really got to me.
This is only a very small portion of it. It amazed me that there are soldiers who died at the Battle of Little Big Horn and soldiers who were killed in Afghanistan buried side-by-side. It just stirs my soul to think that these soldiers that die in different decades, different countries, and different wars can come together as brothers again in this beautiful setting.
I consider myself a patriot…a loyal citizen of the United States of America. But I waver at times during these troubled days. By that I mean that sometimes when I see the things that are happening, I just want to grab my family and run to some island far far away. But when you see a sight like this it brings you back. You can’t see this and not see acts of bravery that have worked together to form this Nation. Those acts of bravery are still happening every single day. It’s so easy to forget. I work with Veterans on a daily basis, and yet I still forget. We all get caught up in the negative, whether it’s politics or the economy or just life in general. But on this day I vow to remember that every single thing I have today is a gift that was fought for by someone somewhere. Because we can’t see it or touch it doesn’t make the sacrifices any less of a reality. This isn’t Veterans Day or Memorial Day. It’s Independence Day. And I am thankful that I am not bowing to a Queen somewhere or being tortured for my beliefs. It could have been so were it not for these….
I promised vacation stories, though there really isn’t much to tell about where I went and what I did. This vacation was more about who I was with. I was lucky enough to spend time with two of the greatest women I know.
First I went to see my best friend in California. That seems like an insignificant title for someone you have been friends with for over 45 years. So yes, she is my BFF and a sister of my heart. She has been through so much in her life and managed to come out in one piece on the other side. She is a lesson in perseverance and faith. I can’t tell you what all she has been through, because she is going to write a book and it’s a secret! But I will tell you this….she is the epitome of a faithful person to me. She has been betrayed by so many and yet she still trusts God. She yells at him sometime, but I promise He doesn’t mind. She just keeps keepin’ on and I love her like a sister. We fight like sisters too. Give us a few weeks together and we are trying to kill each other. But it’s all good….we always seem to come back. And we needed this little visit to reconnect after a few years apart.
She picked me up at the airport and we went straight to the beach! I had my toes in the water about an hour after touchdown! We didn’t stay long, but I got my little fix. I got to see her new home and spend some quality time with her. I also got to see her son and meet his new bride. Beautiful girl! From Orange County CA I flew straight to Minot, North Dakota. What a change!
My other sister is my sister! She is 10 years older than I am, so we really didn’t get close until I was in my 20’s. The few things that I remember about my childhood with her is that she thought I was her big doll and would dress me up and pose me for pictures.
As I grew older, she helped me so much by
telling me what to do giving me guidance in raising my family, cooking, and all that stuff that girls need to know. Between my Mom and my sis, I had two strong women to steer me in the right direction. We are so much alike in so many ways, and yet so different in others. But we “get” each other. This is a good thing, because nobody else does!
We completed a 3 day rush road trip. First stop was the Medora Musical. It would have been lots of fun except for the rain. Did I mention that this takes place outdoors? The rain did quit long enough for us to see most of the show, and it was quite an experience. We were blessed with a double rainbow that appeared right over the stage!
The next day we meandered down to South Dakota heading toward Mt. Rushmore. Of course, I was posting a “check-in” on Facebook wherever we went. And I won’t deny that I did a “check-in” every time we drove past a bar or casino. My husband informed me that it doesn’t count unless you go in. Says who? I thought sure our kids would call the State Troopers on us, but I guess they knew us better than that. Anyway, the check-ins served a totally unexpected (but awesome) purpose. Our niece and her boys, who we hadn’t seen in about 10 years, were going to Mt Rushmore too! So after a nice evening in Rapid City, we headed to Mt Rushmore and had a quick visit with her. That was pretty special!
We said goodbye to the Presidents (I was pretty impressed with them!) and headed back to Minot. We had one day to recover before my flight home. Something was confirmed for me during this visit. My sister truly is my hero. She is 65 years old and has not let ANYTHING keep her down. She moved to Minot for a new job opportunity at the age when most people just want to sit at home. She tackled a new challenge because she felt she needed a challenge in her life. How cool is that? New town, new position….I’m not sure I could do it. But she has pushed through everything that got in her way because she saw an opportunity to grow, both professionally and financially, and she just took it. She’s an amazing lady, and I think I will hang onto her for a very long time! By this time, I was a little tired and missing my husband a lot. So back to the old routine for me. This was possibly the best vacation I ever had, but all good things must come to an end.
I truly was ready to come home. I have a loving husband who supports all my whims and puts up with my quirks. There’s two big ol’ fur babies that were SO excited to see me. I have a good job to come back to at a time when so many don’t have one. I have grandbabies to spoil rotten. And I have two best friends/sisters on opposite ends of the country that I can always count on for anything. I. Am. Blessed.
Why is change so hard? I don’t know about you, but I get terribly bored with the same routine every single day. But I resist when things change. Maybe what I want is a little more excitement when I’m doing the same things? I can see a down-side to that too. I work in the medical field, so excitement is not necessarily a good thing. But to resist change seems to be ingrained in almost all of us, including dogs.
I’m getting ready for THE BIG TRIP. YEAH! More on my vacation plans later, but definitely excitement and change in my boring life. I can’t wait for the adventure, but I am secretly dreading the change in my routine….my pillow, my bed (or recliner), my tv, my husband (I’m flying solo), and of course….the dogs.
They will be home alone for longer hours, so we installed a doggie door to accomodate their potty breaks. So this morning I dig into the treat bag and begin the task of teaching my uber-intelligent German Shepherds to push through a clear barrier. My dogs are VERY respectful of gates, doors, fences, and windows. It’s a work in progess and I got them to go back and forth several times (for treats), but I am still not sure if they will get the connection about being able to get outside on their own. We shall see.
During this process, I snapped a couple of pics of Beau, my 5 year old male. He’s laying in front of the doggy door. He’s used it a couple of times, but yet he makes no attempt to bolt through it into the open garage on the other side. It made me think a little bit. I worry that my dogs don’t get to do dog things like chasing rabbits and swimming in ponds. Yet here is Beau with the perfect opportunity to escape this prison and he makes no attempt to go. I’d like to think that it’s because he doesn’t want to leave my side, but I know that it’s more likely that it simply never occurred to him. How often in my life have barriers been removed that keep me from change and fun and excitement, and it simply doesn’t dawn on my pea-brain to walk through the door into an adventure? Instead, I end up snoozing in front of the open door, watching life go by. Pets really do adapt to their owner’s lifestyle, don’t you think?
So I will traipse off into my multi-state adventure, leaving behind my pillow, my hubby and my dogs with only my Iphone for comfort. I have a week left to gear up for this! Wish me luck!
My first blog post on my first blog should be very important. It should echo the theme of the blog, the theme of my life, the theme of what I want to share. I wonder if this is what they teach in Blogging 101 in High School these days? It sounds like a rule, and the first thing that you will learn about me is that I don’t particularly care for rules. Don’t get me wrong. We need them. I follow them faithfully. But deep down inside there is an almost-hippie rebel from the 70’s that says “SCREW YOU. I do what I want!” Then I turn on my heel and follow the rules because I am a pleaser at heart. I clash with myself ALL the time! But for me, in this little creative outlet, there won’t be any rules about theme or grammar or what other people would approve of or run-on sentences. There will be lots of dog stories. I have two German Shepherds who pretty much rule my life. It will be about grandbabies because mine are the cutest. It will be about cooking because the hubby and I have adapted a new healthy lifestyle and I cook things like quinoa cakes with kale and black beans. I eat them…he can fix his own stuff. It will be about crafty things because I love to start cool projects and never finish them. And it will be about growing older and the pitfalls, the trip and falls, and the windfalls that life brings. And it may contain a broken dream or two…the realization that the outcome I envisioned in my head was a pipe dream and reality can be just as good. So I give you this picture. I wanted a beautiful back yard. I have a dog-trodden weedy ugly mess. Barren. Boring. I hate it. So my neighbor was kind enough to give me this rose to brighten my yard. Who knew that not pruning your roses could actually bring a smile to someone else’s day? That’s the lesson for today.