Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Come in, Come in!

Invitation

If you are a dreamer, come in, / If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, / A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . . / If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire / For we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! .Shel Silverstein


Our front door has looked like this since we bought this house a little over 2 years ago. Boring, boring, boring. Very un-us.




Dawn changed that yesterday.



A little backstory first. We, with a lot of help from my mother, bought this house basically blind. It was bulit in 1953 and we are only the second owners. We bought it from the daughter of the previous owners. She had never actually lived here and knew nothing about the house. The disclosure statement was all but blank. We got a great deal.


It's been an adventure. Flooding, vermin, a questionable AC system, to say nothing of the painter who managed to spray the entire house pink.



As Dawn recently told you, it's been a labor of love. I've painted everything that will stand still. We've arranged and rearranged the rooms. We've salvaged shutters, bricks, and furniture. We have poured our life blood into this house to make it our home.



Recently, we thought we were going to have to move to take care of my mom. That may still happen, but for now it's on hold. The joy of staying here for even a little while longer inspired this project.





Dawn painted.



She has a way with trees.
















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And painted some more.



This is what it looked like when I got home, sweet home.



We fed and bed the kids, had our dinner and went back out on the porch . . .

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to paint by lamp light. Shut up! I know it's a flashlight, but lamp light is much more romantic.



Isn't our porch cute?

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Dawn's turn again.























Finished project.



A tree house, a free house
A secret you and me house
A high up in the leafy branches
Cozy as can be house


A street house, a neat house
Be sure and wipe your feet house
Is not my kind of house at all -
Let's go live in a tree house.

Shel Silverstein

Red Rover, Red Rover, Anybody want to come over?







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17 comments:

  1. Anybody else having trouble with blogger spacing? Ahhhhhhh! Sorry it's wonky.

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  2. Oh yea.... I was on the phone when she was doing that....LOL

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  3. Me me me! I want to come over too!

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  4. Wonky is in my spirit. I love your new door!!!!!!

    Absolutely beautiful, just like all the peeps that live beyond it

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  5. this is amazing! you girls are so crafty. blows my mind.
    i can't wait to come over sometime!

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  6. Awesome. Bee yoo tee full. Sooo sweet.
    And my teeth don't hurt

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  7. fabulous, fabulous door! :) I bet the kids really dig it too!!

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  8. Hell yeah I want to come over, just tell me when!
    LOL

    That is awesome!!

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  9. I love that poem, and I love your door. Just think about what doors do - they lead to things - and who wouldn't want to find out where a door like that goes?

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