Do you remember this little thing? I found it at an op shop crying out for some TLC.
It was painted white (badly) over a blue wash. I liked the idea of white, and I loved the blue (pity they painted over it), but I decided to do something different and painted it pink!
The pink is a colour I mixed up myself using paints I had on hand. It turned out to be the softest, sweetest pale pink. When I distressed it I varied the depth so that you could see both the original wood and the previous paint layers.
I just wish I had space in my kitchen for it! If it doesn’t sell at the market I’ll find a spot for it!
I’m still busy as ever. Running around finishing projects for the aforementioned market, organising what I’ll need and restraining myself from starting any new projects at this point…
“Just finish what you’ve started Zefi…”
I leave you with this photo of me and my beautiful Romeo, taken at the work garage sale about a month ago. Isn’t he beautiful? Our clients loved him, as did just about everyone who met him.
Better go. Things to do, dogs to groom.
Its a glorious day.
Wayne trimmed hooves today cause our farrier is out of action for a while. I held horses. Dancer, who had never had her feet done before we got her, was the best. Wally was like a bucking bronco with his back legs. Ben was just naughty with his front.
After that, neither of us felt like doing much but sitting in the sun and just enjoying. Listening to old 60s British pop bands, including Herman’s Hermits.
For some reason I woke up this morning with “No milk today” on my mind. Love that song.
So here are a few photos of the broncs enjoying the grass.
Ben, below, has started to fill out and put on weight. He’s looking good.
I love Ben’s stripe and the way one of his eyes has a spot of white on the lid and some white eyelashes.
Ben and Wally, best buds.
Dancer, also filling out, outside the woodshed.
Dancer eating around the pom pom bush and the columbines.
A close up of the columbine buds. Obviously the ones in here are purple. I wonder where I put the white ones…
Dancer and Wally. See the difference in colour? Dancer is going lighter and lighter as she loses her old coat.
The family… you can just see Mishca and Barney under the table. They stay out of the way when the horses are in the yard.
Wally, in front of the house.
So now you know why I’ll never have a nice yard. Horses and nice yards don’t go hand in hand. I think I prefer relaxing weekends with horses in the yard to a perfect garden.
PS. Did anyone notice I changed the typesize on my blog? Thought it might be easier to read. 🙂
|Suzi, looking cute|
Today has been a very busy day. A non-DIY busy day.
Just as creative though.
I spent most of the day grooming. Only three dogs. One blink-and-you’ll-miss-it monkey faced little shitzu cross girl (above) called Suzi, and two not-quite-so-small poodles: Chewie (aka Chewbacca The Wookie) and Zefi (aka Munchkin or Munch).
|Chewie with her new bell bottom ‘do’|
Grooming is creative work. Especially grooming poodles. I love making dogs look gorgeous. Unfortunately, with most pets, you have to balance practicality with as much ‘pretty’ as you can.
Most pet owners start off with ‘Don’t take a lot off, I like him fluffy’ and end up with ‘Shave it all off! I’m sick of the grass seeds/the mud/the matts/that he bites me if I try to brush him.’
With poodles its different. They have that sculptural hair – you brush it out, fluff it up and it stands there for you to scissor like a topiary.
Its respectful hair. It stands up, waiting to be scissored. It doesn’t just flop, making your life difficult.
Its the best hair.
And scissoring its a pleasure.
Then again, I love scissoring. Yeah, I use the clippers. But when it comes to finishing a trim, nothing beats scissors.
Scissoring is the fine tuning of a trim.
|Zefi Munchkin waiting for her mommy.|
As satisfying as DIY really.
Like when you find that perfect piece to fix up a piece of furniture, or you get the paint job just right.
Worth the effort when you see them go home looking great.
Hope he likes his new wallet. Its a manly cowboy brown leather one. With a manly brand name “Colorado”. Nice.
They actually had a brand called Fossil… NOT a good idea, I thought. That could so easily be taken the wrong way….
I’ve been busy. In fact, I’ve been so busy I almost forgot to sleep this last weekend.
I kinda got into the ‘zone’ with tidying up the workshop and grooming room, and then my head was buzzing with ideas and plans and projects… sometimes I wish I had a ‘sleep’ button.
So, here’s just some of the stuff I did this past weekend. I decided to rearrange the grooming room to incorporate this big ugly pink thing I got from an op shop a couple of months ago.
It even came complete with all these stickers! ugh. Which wouldn’t come off.
This is what that corner of the grooming room looks like now. Big Pink in the corner holds all the grooming tools and beautifying products. It now has hooks on the side to hold some of my dogs’ fancy collars and hooks off the middle shelf so I can hang the clippers and dremel. And there’s a hook on the wall to hold the dryer hose out of the way.
The floor, plain concrete, is covered with rubber tiles under the grooming area – easy to sweep up and nice and comfy underfoot. There’s an old rug on the other side of the room to further insulate the floor.
When I put Big Pink in the grooming room I moved out a bench, which is now living in the laundry. It works perfectly there – underneath it holds 2 laundry baskets plus 2 grooming/show tool boxes. The top of the bench is a great place to put washing baskets and sort washing. I’m planning to put a couple of shelves in there soon and make that room over a bit.
The other things that were moved were 2 smaller cabinets which are now in the hydrobath room holding towels.
Before you ask to see the rest of the casita, let me remind you that the casita is an old, OLD house… the original farm cottage on our property. It has no foundations as such, and someone somewhere along the line, thought that taking up whatever flooring was in most of the casita and replacing it with concrete was a good idea… It may very well have been a good idea.
If the concrete wasn’t just sitting on the wettest ground this side of the great flood.
So… the rooms with concrete floors are damp. Badly damp. One room is totally unusable. Unless you plan to grow mushrooms. The grooming room isn’t so bad, but its not great either. The hydrobath room and the laundry are … well… lets just say there are patches of concrete which never seem to be totally dry, even when I haven’t washed a dog in a week.
In the front part of the casita, where floors are timber, its great.
However, there are parts of the ceiling which are sagging or totally missing. In the damp areas there are walls with mould. Eeech. Given the floors get so damp in winter, how on earth do you even THINK about fixing the damp walls?
When we first saw this place we dreamed of fixing up the old cottage. It has character. It has baltic pine ceilings (where it has ceilings). But its a real mess, and we don’t have the money to fix its problems.
So, it remains a shed. A grooming room. A dog washing room. A laundry. A workshop. A horse feed room. And a dark gloomy mushroom growing room.
One day, when I’ve patched up holes in walls, replaced missing wall panels, whatever, I might be able to show you areas of rooms, like the laundry. Till then, trust me. It ain’t so pretty!
Anyone who knows me, knows I love my poodles.
Even DJ has a strong suspicion that in case of fire, I’d get the dogs out of the house before I him.
There’s something just so beautiful about them. I’ve always been a poodle lover. From the first time I ever saw a photo of a toy poodle. Then, after reading Jacqueline Suzanne’s Every Night Josephine, I was hooked forever.
Unless you’ve had a poodle you probably have no idea what I’m talking about, but let me just say – every man I’ve had in my life who ‘poo-poohed’ at the thought of poodles, fell in love with them. At the end of any relationship I’ve had since having poodles in my life, it was the poodles the guy was sorry to leave behind. (sniff).
For myself, I love their beauty. Their elegance and grace, their humour and energy and the way they make me laugh. Feeling their curls under my hands is enough to calm me if I’m stressed and lift my spirits if I’m down.
The fact that they have no doggy smell and they don’t shed is a definite bonus! More grooming, but less vacuuming. Gotta love that.
I’m never lonely with poodles in my life.
The day I held a toy poodle named Scooter in my hands when I lived in Melbourne, far far from any family, I knew I was no longer alone. With him I had my own family.
Since then I’ve never been without a poodle in my life. More than one usually. I currently have only Montana and Romeo, both of whom were born in my bedroom.
All dogs are beautiful I just love dogs. I see the heart in all of them, not just poodles. But my babies are my family and I love them a LOT… so please forgive my ‘doting mother’ ramble.
On Monday we went for a walk around the paddocks to check things out. We took the dogs with us. Montana and Romeo were thrilled. They ran down the driveway first, checking out the new smells (like the horse poop…)
Then in the bottom paddock, leaping over the snowdrops. This paddock fills up with snowdrops and daffodils every year.
Barney can mostly keep up with the poodles.
Mischa stuck near us. She’s too slow to run with the dogs with longer legs.
A day ‘on the land’ with the dogs and horses… my idea of heaven!
I’ll leave you with a fun little pipecleaner poodle I made a while ago.
It looks like its wearing a turban. 🙂