Wowie! You won't believe this. You just won't.
On our way home from the county fair, we found this chandelier on the curb! Well, I spied it and Tom was surprised that he totally missed it. Usually he's the one who spies curb finds with radar eyes.
Anyway, can you believe it? It's very heavy, made in Spain and perhaps around 30 - 40 years old (Tom guesses because of the wiring). One of the little dish things with its light is broken off at the base (we'll just face that part toward a wall. heh), but otherwise it looks fine.
For now, though, I will have to carry the whole thing up our (rickety) barn steps and place it upstairs in the loft, for that's the absolutely only place we have for it.
Hmmm... wouldn't it be nifty to someday have that whole barn floor up there filled with old treasures for our guests to poke through? Not junk--no!--but nice finds like this chandelier, ones which feel as though they dropped down from Heaven, itself.
And well, perhaps that's just where this chandelier fell from, crystals and all.
Still here down on the farm!
You can tell when Tom takes time off from his job. How? By my absence from this blog. The guy is so distracting and he hogs the computer a lot, too. シ
We're accomplishing things on this two-week working vacation.
In fact, Grace led me upstairs to the brown, cave-like walls of the guest room and I painted two of those walls, white. I keep my clothes in that room's closet and I'd begun dreading dressing up there inside dust-covered darkness.
Gee, it's hot working up there. It's taking longer than I thought (doesn't it always?) but Grace keeps me painting when I'd otherwise quit if I was working alone.
What a difference some paint makes!
And in the past, I've been known to (secretly) criticize people for resorting to white walls. "Fraidy-cats of color," I'd say. But lately I've admired gorgeous white rooms in magazines, and well, white just seems to fit up in our guest room. Just one more lesson to watch what I say and to remember I'm still changing.
Never say never, (and all that) and don't unknowingly make myself a liar or hypocrite.
Our county fair starts tomorrow! Years past during our visits to the fair I've caught myself, well, mostly yearning. Through the goat, chicken, bunny and garden exhibits I'd dream and yearn for the whole Country Living Thing.
But this year? Oh, I will feel a downright kinship. Accepted. Part of all those country folk and extremely grateful, indeed.
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The first photo and this one, above, are from the back of our lot. Does anyone know what these are called? The flowers are actually a more intense shade in-person. At first, they were a bright pink.
And for the final time this year, the hydrangea bush. ツ
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I appreciate your congratulatory comments and emails so much! They make me want to continue another four years.
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