Summer is in full swing! Lots is getting accomplished, which keeps me away from the computer….
The end of June the Hunk and I traveled to Louisiana to do some work for the folks at First Baptist Church of Chalmette. This is the same church we helped rebuild after Hurricane Katrina all but washed it away. Our roots are in that church and they’re family now, so when Brother John sent out the call for summer help we timed the trip so we could celebrate our anniversary where our story together began.
The Hunk spent the week repairing a stone wall. I painted the foyer, did some cleaning and whatever else I was asked to help with. Not most folks’ idea of a romantic getaway, but we wouldn’t have it any other way.
The week wasn’t all work. I met up with the Domino Divas for some cutthroat domino play and didn’t come in last. One night we saw the local high school’s production of “Anything Goes” with some of the ladies from the church who paid our way as an anniversary gift. And we didn’t leave without spending a day in the French Quarter, perusing the French Market and eating. Beignets, anyone?
I’ve been sewing up a storm – quilt tops are piling up waiting to be quilted. It feels good to be on a roll. I finished the quilt for my new cousin, Lily, and I was able to deliver it to her in person when we stopped in Georgia on the way to Louisiana. Lily kept trying to pick up the flowers on the quilt. Ha!
This week’s ta-da: I finished the “forever” rug! I call it that because it has taken me, well, forever. Four years, actually, I think. Now it’s home in my kitchen where it belongs! It feels like luxury on my toes. The first picture I took looks like this:
I marched that thing out into the mudroom to showcase it on the beautiful brick steps the Hunk built. Isn’t it lovely? The red pops against that brick, dontcha think?
But we’re keeping it real here, so this is the truth photo – my new kitchen rug on my well-worn kitchen floor. Those dark spots aren’t dirt, y’all – those are holes.
The linoleum is so brittle it chips off when a foot catches it. There’s a spot in front of the refrigerator that kept getting bigger and bigger until I got smart and took the staple gun to it. I have dreams for that floor. The studio sports the same icky linoleum, luckily in really good shape, but because we’d like both floors to remain the same finances just can’t support a change right now. The Nester wrote a timely post about decorating slowly that makes me feel better about my home looking way different in reality than it does in my head. This is real life, and though there are things I’d love to take a magic wand to, I don’t want to be ungrateful for what we have. I want to enjoy my home in all its forms. It makes for better stories, too.
Summer marches on. One day I might actually get to the beach!