Yesterday felt like springtime. Our daffodils are still blooming, and little purple flowers have popped up all along the bank out back. There's a bit of bluster in the wind—rain's coming. And we ran our clocks up—Daylight Savings Time, which one of my uncles refuses to acknowledge any more. He doesn't like it one bit, so he says he's just not going along with it:) A new season's coming. Maybe that's why Dave and I are in transformation mode. Our leaky roof created a leaky picture window, and the prospect of a new window prompted us to think about other changes we could make in our house. So, as the roofers hammered away for the past two days, Dave stayed in his shop building me a beautiful new serving table with tons of storage underneath. (Hooray! A place to hide the turkey roaster!) Meanwhile, I painted. We intended for the kitchen and living room to be the same bright yellow, but since I bought paint-and-primer-in-one, I didn't think I had to prime the walls, AND since those rooms began life in two different colors, they turned out two different shades of yellow. Not what we had planned, but we will learn to love it. We don't have enough Advil to get me through painting any room twice. A few months back, Dave discovered that he had soaked up quite a bit of woodworking know-how from his dad, and it has been great to see him explore that. I'm the first to admit, I'm not DIY girl. I am a messy painter who somehow dumped an entire pan of yellow all over our living room hardwood. It was a Lucy Ricardo moment that I managed to clean up before Dave saw it. I think he would've required medical attention. But on the upside, it's amazing what a difference you can make with one swipe of a paint brush, all the nicks and smudges and damage you can erase with one clean sweep. You can literally make an old thing new again. And even if that yellow turns out slightly different from the one you planned, and you have to work through the pain of a few sore muscles that you haven't used in a while, in the end, the change will do you good. You just have to be willing to take the first step, risk an occasional spill, and call for guidance when you hit a rough spot:)
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March 10, 2013
Sunday Morning Serenity
Yesterday felt like springtime. Our daffodils are still blooming, and little purple flowers have popped up all along the bank out back. There's a bit of bluster in the wind—rain's coming. And we ran our clocks up—Daylight Savings Time, which one of my uncles refuses to acknowledge any more. He doesn't like it one bit, so he says he's just not going along with it:) A new season's coming. Maybe that's why Dave and I are in transformation mode. Our leaky roof created a leaky picture window, and the prospect of a new window prompted us to think about other changes we could make in our house. So, as the roofers hammered away for the past two days, Dave stayed in his shop building me a beautiful new serving table with tons of storage underneath. (Hooray! A place to hide the turkey roaster!) Meanwhile, I painted. We intended for the kitchen and living room to be the same bright yellow, but since I bought paint-and-primer-in-one, I didn't think I had to prime the walls, AND since those rooms began life in two different colors, they turned out two different shades of yellow. Not what we had planned, but we will learn to love it. We don't have enough Advil to get me through painting any room twice. A few months back, Dave discovered that he had soaked up quite a bit of woodworking know-how from his dad, and it has been great to see him explore that. I'm the first to admit, I'm not DIY girl. I am a messy painter who somehow dumped an entire pan of yellow all over our living room hardwood. It was a Lucy Ricardo moment that I managed to clean up before Dave saw it. I think he would've required medical attention. But on the upside, it's amazing what a difference you can make with one swipe of a paint brush, all the nicks and smudges and damage you can erase with one clean sweep. You can literally make an old thing new again. And even if that yellow turns out slightly different from the one you planned, and you have to work through the pain of a few sore muscles that you haven't used in a while, in the end, the change will do you good. You just have to be willing to take the first step, risk an occasional spill, and call for guidance when you hit a rough spot:)
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I come from a long line of feisty Southern women—women with wit and wisdom, faith and strength.
Again, I find myself in awe of your ability to paint beautiful pictures with just black words on a white background. These are a book waiting to happen so the rest of the world can experience the mystery and grandeur of being a born again believer who happens to be southern.
Be blessed my sister!
Posted by: Jackie Byers | March 10, 2013 at 08:41 AM
I agree with what Jackie had to say...Amen.
Posted by: Rose Chandler Johnson | March 10, 2013 at 01:34 PM
Well that is just awfully sweet of y'all. You made my day. Thank you!
Posted by: Valerie | March 10, 2013 at 04:24 PM