never enough

the truth hurts




a cluster of enameled watch faces


An indulgement of western boots
a variety of florals on copper verdi















a jumble of milkglass









a crate of belgium coffee cups






a clutch of tiny spoons



How does that saying go?... "Life is like a box of chocolates...you want as much as you can get"? hmmmmm
Well, that be my words to live by. Funny how everything in my life relates to chocolate. Just one taste and I'm a goner. I want the whole box or jarfull!
So why have one of anything ?
I guess that need for excess has leached over to ever other aspect of my life as well.

There's something about groupings and collections that really does it for me......be it tiny spoons too mini to use, a bevy of boots that I'll never have enough occasions to wear, a variety of discarded watch faces .....

It's all in good fun.
So my fix was satiated this past weekend at the Schoharie Antiques Show.

Now you may never want to be my friend again when I tell you I purchsed the "greedy" mug, watch faces, pair of boots to the far right (in my size , yippee!), 30 belgium coffee cups and silver spoons for a grand total of......$74.00. Yeah, that's right....

That's right people...I may be greedy....but I'm thrifty!

mudroom progress

This may be the best this room ever looks....it's all downhill from here.......bring on the mud!

dirty word

metal cows for the recessed nook above the window


Mire,muck, mudd .... four letter words in my book . (ok english majors I added a "d" to mud). All considered fightin' words around these parts. So hubby and myself used our collective brains and finally decided it was time for a mudroom.
Ah, music to my ears. How could such a dirty word envision such sweet thoughts? Mudroom....the word is like drizzling honey in my ears. Why art there no sonnets written about mudrooms? Shouldn't heaven be dubbed "the big mudroom in the sky"?
well, if you've never had one you might feel as I do.
So thus is why we decided we could enclose and lose some of our precious porch space.
Dreams do come true.
So now we are seeing light at the end of the tunnel. And the tittilating task of decorating begins. Painting day has come and gone...yes, I am one of those silly people that picks paint colors based on the names........."Country Dairy White" thank you.
It would be an insult to call the room "small". So I'll be politically correct and call it petite, charming , modest even humble.....so not much is allowed for frills.
A lovely bench...nostalgic pictures and as many cows as will fit. Oh yeah and all those boots and coats.
So the next time you hear a dirty word.....don't you dare cover your ears!




possibilities for the new space?




Painting day....Lily wants to help




dinner on the go

some fair memories converted to sepia may make the mudroon cut

have a heART

Somewhere amidst the sea of unorganized photos and saved files are my collection of "heart" occurrences. I'd love to show you , but that would mean rifling through that daunting pile... and unless someone was to offer me an amazing foot rub or Ewan McGregor as my pool boy it's not gonna happen.

I really had a good photog collection of these "natural heart" goings on. You know, like the shape in which the ice froze in the shovel head, the heart-shaped shock of white hair on a cow's forehead ( a common one on bovine's ....especially the black and white holsteins) . I even have a photo of the way a plop of lotion came out heartly-shaped on my foot.

Ok, I guess this may seem pretty pathetic and sad.....now that I am writing it down I am realizing that....why stop now?

Just the other day I was sequestered to help hubby with the wretched chore of firewood. (Now,I'm a physical labor kinda gal...have a a chain gang? I'm your girl.......but I have to say "wretched ", not that I had to swing the ax....but I get the lovely job of plowing the wheelbarrow through the crusty snow to the woodshed....did you know you have muscles in your shoulders?)

Anywho, mid-swing I made hubby stop... because there reveled, shrouded under bark, was an extraordinary specimen for my collection....a wonderfully imperfect heart.

Hoping by now you are not hitting you "z" key with my droning on...I am shamelessly priming you for a mention of another heart. That'd be "the heART of Winter" original folk art show!

Yup, it's coming up real soon-like....you won't want to miss this one...

Here's the info:

glitter remains

Now that the fanfare of the holidays has gusted in and blown away like a barnstorming parade, all that remains is glitter.

The mantle stripped bare of it's medals.

Santas and Belsnickles dethroned.

Tawdry decorations imprisoned in boxes....for another years sentence.

All is like a ghost town with just a few tumbleweeds blowing about.

It's as if I am starting from scratch.....

Now to rebuild.

There's no excuses . I now must dust.

Then on to primping.

It's a wonderful feeling to re-invent. A new year, a new look.

A new burlap pillow....a quick dash to the local antiques shop for a pair of petite ironstone pitchers...and out to the barn to pillage for some primitive gimcrack my husband won't miss. ....and voila!

I've decided that January is still a glittery, frosty time.....so a few sparkly decorations were allowed to linger........afterall, the pine needles will saunter about for months!

The Merriest of Wishes

The biggest "wheelbarrow load "wish for a happy, healthy Christmas and New Year! And a wonderful 2008 to one and all!

Holiday Harvest Open House...

My good friend Erika brandishing a gift-wrapped bundle

A little barn-shopping!

A wonderful find....vintage church pageant wings!

Is this Vixen or Cupid? Stephanie Lloyds purchase!

Mini cyprus and snowbirds don a coffee table.

My amazing purchase ...A mammoth, overstuffed down pillow...fitted with a french homespun grain sack... fashioned by Jerry and Judy....I can't bear to remove that vintage silk bow!

Jackie's fab find.....a pair of ticking strip down pillows....also, by Judy and Jerry.

Ken and Judy all smiles!


Thanks to all who braved the chilled temperatures to join in the feativities of Holiday Harvest -Open house. It was a great success!

I can't wait 'til next year!