Thursday, December 18, 2014

That Lime Has Got To Go

Today just might be the day that I actually get into the studio to sew something but I'm not sure. I have an appointment this morning and a friend coming over to knit this afternoon and a few errands to run in the middle. Maybe tonight? I'm having symptoms of withdrawal but at least...





... I have been getting things done. Like these doors. When I painted the small tile in the kitchen, it seemed a good idea to paint the pantry doors with the same high gloss, easy wipe, lime paint. Maybe not. I was pretty sure I didn't like them when I left for Oregon but when I walked back into the house, my first thought was that lime has got to go.





The plan was for the doors to blend the green of the entry walls with the kitchen. It didn't work. The doors looked like a blop. The white is - IMHO - more cohesive after all. I have twenty-one sets of doors in my house that need painting. I've painted this set white, blue, fuchsia, turquoise, white, lime, and white. It's time to move on to another set. These ones want to be white.

In a previous home, we had light blue/green walls with white trim and all the doors were a different colour. I loved the look and was trying to recreate it here only in that house, all the doors came off of a long hallway and here, they are around a central "square". It's not the right layout. Instead of interesting, all the colour is too chaotic so all the doors will be white.





Last night, we had our boys, our son's girlfriend, and the friends who just moved back over to decorate the tree. Here's our group picture only - VBG - we should have moved the trunk before taking it. OH well... food and garbage are part of real life. In the past, I was really particular about every ornament that went on the tree. The first year my daughter wasn't here to decorate, I had a melt down and realized that how the tree is decorated is irrelevant. It's about getting together. I wish I had learned that sooner and been more relaxed earlier. The same thing happened...





... the first year the nativity scene didn't move. I would set it up the way I wanted it and my youngest son would move the pieces and then I'd put them back and he'd move them again and it used to irritate me that he wouldn't leave them alone... and then he did... and I ended up in tears. When I mentioned it, he started moving them again and now it's a game between us. Above, one wise man has gone around back, a sheep has wandered away, the other two wise men and the shepherds are squaring off and there's a lamb jumping on poor baby Jesus. I rescued them - VBG. I wonder what they'll do next?

Talk soon - Myrna

Grateful - family and friends

Smiles add value to our face. Love adds value to our heart. Respect adds value to our behaviour and family and friends add value to our life!
- unknown

6 comments:

  1. True confessions time: I always stole Baby Jesus. Made my mother crazy. To this day I only like the nativity sets where the baby can be removed from the cradle. :-D

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    1. I can imagine all kinds of hunts for Jesus going on at your house. Too fun.

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  2. My Mexican "nacimiento" includes a huge bee - the carver misunderstood "oveja" (sheep) and heard "abeja" (bee). So there is a bee the size of the cow gazing upon the Mother and Child! It is my personal top favorite Christmas decoration! Happy Holidays, my dear Myrna!!!

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    1. LOL - a bee. That's perfect. Is it bright yellow too? I think it totally fits the Mexican theme. Happy holidays to you too. Thanks.

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  3. I love your Nativity set, as well as the game your son plays with you. About the last thing my dad made for me before having to give up his woodworking shop was a similar-looking set. It's more crudely finished than any of his other work, his eyesight and dexterity failing at about the same rate, and he never did get the stable cut-away made. Needless to say, it's my favorite Christmas decoration, too.

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    1. What a lovely treasure for you to have the nativity set your Dad made. Knowing how hard it was for him to make at that time, the imperfections become perfect. I can see why it's a favourite.

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