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Decorating With Old Books!

September 28th, 2007

I have never been one to hesitate. Never one to look before I leap. And so after an inspiring visit to Gallery Classic in Topeka where I found many ways to use old books to decorate, I was ready. Ready to change my life from it’s former bland before to it’s electrifying after. And all I needed was a stack of old books. And I was ready to go!

So I bought a few and headed home to try out this new method of decorating using old books. Here are a few before and after shots.

Here, I have hutch with tea set.

And here, I have hutch, tea set, and old books. Much better!

Over here, I have mantle with bird statuette.

And now…mantle, bird statuette, old books. A vast improvement.

I moved back over to the hutch to experiment a bit more…

Hutch, old books, tape measure.

Hutch, old books, Nasonex travel mug.

Hutch, old books, Sonic cup.

But my very very favorite was this one.

Hutch, old books, and corel dish with leftover hamburger helper.

Back to the mantle – I tried pairing the old books with the finials. But it wasn’t quite working for me.

So I found this half eaten hot dog in the fridge. But I was reluctant to set the hot dog on my brand new old books.

Solution!

Lee Creek Gardens

June 2nd, 2007

Anyone out there ever stumbled into a secret fairy land?

Where you have to be careful not to trip over an elven critter?

Maybe you accidentally transported yourself to a parallel universe while making that last batch of Mac and Cheese

The colors are a tad brighter, the air fresher, the breeze cooler, and the trees a mite taller

A place that feels like a memory

That makes you believe in reincarnation

Surely at some point, these paths were yours

You planted these flowers

You tended these beds

You stepped into this magic ring of lilacs and danced with the wood nymphs under a silver moon

You walked barefoot with a basket and a pair of garden snips

Filling your rooms with fresh cut blooms

The roses climbing the wall

Of the stone house

Where you tended your garden


Last Summer we drove to a huge pond owned by one of the Country Doctor’s nurses and located about 40 miles north of us to do some fishing. We had to climb the backside of a big dam to reach the pond which was out in the middle of a pasture. We hauled all our gear, lawn chairs and a cooler full of twizzlers, Cheetos and sandwiches up that dam. Once we got up the dam, we decided we were in a bad spot and had to move all our stuff to the other side of the pond. Finally situated, the family settled in for a little fishing.

It was an idyllic day, warm, sunny, with a light breeze, and the fish were biting. We caught fish for hours. Everybody caught fish. Jack caught fish, Drew caught fish, Ethan caught fish, Cal caught fish, etc…etc… The Country Doctor strung our catch on a long stringer in the water where the fish continued to twitch around. After several blissful hours, we reached the end of the Cheetos and the twizzlers and it was time to go.

The reason we caught all those fish was in the hopes of transporting them back to our pond, thus stocking our pond for free. You see, our pond is not original. Sorry to disappoint the purists.

Our pond started out as a small silt pond for the neighbors pond. I don’t know much about pond technology, but evidently a silt pond captures the mud and debris keeping the larger pond clear and clean. But who wants a silt pond? I wanted a pond pond. So we drained the silt pond, dug a much bigger hole, raised the dam and Wa La – Pond Pond.

Which is why, on this beautiful, blue sky day we are carefully trying to put a massive stringer of twitching fish into a large purple plastic tub and then trying to haul it up a huge dam to our car, which was impossible. Eventually the Country Doctor found an old bucket and started bringing buckets of fish over the dam, dumping them into the purple tub and trotting back over the dam for another bucketful.

Then we drove 40 miles back to our pond. The water in the toy box sloshed badly so we put the lid on the box. It was dark by the time we pulled up to our own pond. We backed down to the shore and started to unload the fish. They weren’t in very good shape. The Country Doctor sort of tried to run the fish through the water to fill their gills and encourage to swim. It was dark. We were tired. We dumped the rest of the fish in the pond and left

The next day, we drove out to have a look and it was quite a sight. The surface of our pond was covered in floating fish. Their white bellies drifting slowly towards the dam and the shore. It looked like Fish Armageddon. Like something out of the book of Exodus. We felt like the Egyptians after the plagues. Watching our big bountiful catch floating belly up on the blue waters of the Nile… I mean our pond.

Later that day, the Country Doctor skimmed all of those dead fish out of our pond and threw them into the trees.

Tomorrow, we are going to stock the pond for NOT free. A big truck is going to pull up to our pond and dump a bunch of healthy fish in it. Hope to get some good pics for ya.