a story of patio furniture

As I have written before, Home Depot is one of my favorite places. Although, since Covid19, I have found a new respect for Lowe’s and how their employees are handling the regulations for businesses.

However, back to the topic! Early every Spring, I start a list of things I would like to get done over the summer break. This summer, one of the “big rocks” as Stephen Covey would say, was to build some new patio furniture. After exhausting Pinterest, I settled on a pattern from the infamous Ana White (although I did end up modifying it!)

As I prepared to start, I made a stop at my local Home Depot and started to shop for the boards I would need to make a template. Now, the following story is by no means any fault of Home Depot or any of their employees.

I am minding my own business, mask on and starting to pick out some lumber. I would need a combination of 1×4’s, 2×2’s and 2×4’s. As I am sorting through the less than stellar pile of options, there is a voice behind me. The voice belonged to a gentleman who was slightly older than me (15-20 years), who shall be known as Richard.

A Story of Not Staying in Your Lane.

“Miss, what are you making?”, said Richard.

“Oh, just some outdoor furniture.”, said by Lyndsey in a polite voice.

“Out of that?!?!”, said Richard disbelievingly.

“Yep.”, said Lyndsey with a hint of a tone creeping into her voice.

“Well that’s NEVER going to last!”, said Richard.

Pause for a couple of breaths before Lyndsey responded.

“Sir, please don’t presume I am stupid.” said Lyndsey as she turned around to go back to her task.

Long pause.

“Well, I was just trying to help and let you know that it will never last.”, said Richard in a defensive tone.

Pause.

“You know what, I am done. Have a great day.”, said Lyndsey as she aggressively put the 4 pieces of wood she had managed to select from horrendous options back on the pile and walked away.

The End.

Ok, so, I might not have handled it the best way I could, admittedly. However, the fact is, I did not trip and end up in the manly section of the store. I am fully aware of the fact that this gentleman probably only had the best intentions. However, he also has no idea who I am, my skill set, my budget or anything else for that matter. It was a simple case of stay in your lane Richard.

Now that you suffered through my story, onto the actual furniture! I was able to finally get my wood without being interrupted by Richard.

Once I got started, I had a hard time stopping. I managed to get 3.75 done on the first day and finished everything up on the second day.

This was the basic of what I made. Later, I cleaned up the top with the jigsaw. Here is the link to the Ana White chair that was my first find. This was the other chair that I found, and I was lucky enough to be able to combine them to make this gem!

Here is after all the pieces were made. I wanted another chaise lounge, but didn’t feel like tackling it. So, I made a foot stool, which works out even better because now I can use it for extra seating.

The next step was to stain everything. I would definitely recommend staining everything before assembling, but I get too excited to make things! Plus, there was a bit of a debate on how to handle the cushions. I picked up the solid blue ones so that there could be a little extra padding for people, they just looked so weird and I tried many variations.

This is the final decision I made for the cushions, I just don’t have an updated picture of the whole set with them placed in this manner.

In closing, this furniture might now last forever, but neither will I! I enjoyed making it, it fit my budget and it met that requirement to be heavy enough that it won’t blow away.

So, take that Richard.

Peace out peeps.

sheesh.

You would think, that with a global pandemic going on, I would be able to priortize enough time to write a blog post.

Apparently not.

Good news for y’all, I keep a running list of potential topics and although they might be a little dated, it’s what I am working with!

So, today, I am going to introduce you to the newest addition to my pet family (only 3+ months late). I could VERY easily talk to you about the craziness of the last two months of pandemic life. However, we’ve all been living it, who needs to hear more about THAT! I could chat with you about the yard work or planting I have been madly tackling this week. But that’s not very fun either at this point…there are a lot of little stubby plants around the place. I’ll update on that when you can actually see them doing something! The list is lengthy. In all honesty though, writing about a pet right now is a much better choice for “Feel Good” topics!

So, WAAAAYYYY back in February, before we ever even had heard the word Covid-19 and were still making summer plans and thinking about going out with friends and family and on dates (oh, there’s another story I will add to the list to share with you!), I had a visitor start showing up. He was VERY vocal about the fact that he did not appreciate living outside.

After a couple of attempts, I was able to trap him and with the help of my amazing vet, Dr. Bishop, we were able to sneak him right in on her lunch break! He had definitely had a rough go of it living outside. He had been in a couple of decent fights and obtained some war wounds for sure.

So, needless to say, this is the newest addition to my little pet family. Who knew that in less than a year, I would become the owner to not only one, but two cats. For the record, since I officially trapped him on Valentine’s Day, his name is Roameo (Roamie Poe for short) and he has been great. He messes with Solo just enough to keep him on his toes.

The most hilarious part, is now that he lives with us full time, Daisy’s obsession with him is completely over. It’s astonishing to me that she can go from wanting nothing more than to stare at them, to acting like they don’t even exist.

So, we are just one big, happy family now! I am still definitely not a cat person, but I can not lie, they do make me laugh occasionally.

I promise, the next post will have something to actually do with the house or the place. I also promise that I won’t wait 6 months to write again.

Maybe I shouldn’t make promises I might not be able to keep.

Peace out peeps

the dungeon.

Some people call it a basement. I call mine a dungeon. Hang some chains on the wall and sell tickets at Halloween kind of dungeon.

I have a definite love/hate relationship with it

When I first got the place, the basement was HORRIBLE! I even told Momma D. the other day that I can’t believe I just waltzed right down there when I was looking at the house, with zero hesitation.

It was wet and had so much trash in it (minus the few decorations I was lamely trying to store down there). There was literally one incandescent bulb lighting the entire thing. Oh, and the cobwebs….let’s just think about how fun that was!

If you missed all the fun of the start of bringing the dungeon up to some sort of standard, feel free to start with Part 1, Part 2, or Part 3,408. Let’s be very clear, I am THRILLED with the progress that has been made in the basement…but it’s still a creepy dungeon.

This week will be Storm Cellar Part 4,236. The infamous Mr. T. will be back on the property so we can finish setting the last two steps to be able to actually EASILY walk down to the basement. This is all in preparation for the new furnace, hot water tank and water filter that will be going in shortly! We need to get the old stuff out of the way and actually put down a base for the items to sit on. Because for years, apparently chilling on the dirt floor has been the standard.

On my personal To Do list for the basement is to finally get all of the random trash out. Most of it has left over the last 3 years, but now I am down to the annoying stuff. There will be a lovely load of scrap collected when we remove the old furnace, water tank, pressure tanks and some other random metal laying around. There was a large stack of glass that I managed to get out of there last week. If any of you are looking for great bags to get rid of trash…find a horse barn and steal (I mean, ask…) them for their empty feed bags! They are designed to hold 50 pounds of feed and not break, they are awesome!

The other thing I am sharing for those of you who are looking for some easy extra lighting in your basements or work spaces, check out these lights! They are from my fav, Home Depot (I am sure you can find something similar anywhere). Some of the highlights:

  • They are LED
  • You can daisy-chain them together
  • They are super easy to hang
  • They are only $25!

I now have 3 of them in the basement and will probably end up with two more before all is said and done. THE LIGHT!! I can not tell you enough how wonderful it is to have some light in the dungeon!

I mean, it’s also creepy as hell to now be able to easily see all of the gross stuff down there!

However, you also get to start to see some of the beautiful details of this old house!

So, that’s it for now kids. The official countdown to being back at work is 3. Let’s get this project done!!

Peace out peeps.

solo.

One of the reoccurring themes of my life can be summed up in one little word.

Solo.

For years, the idea of even writing a post like this was painful. Apparently, I have done a pretty fabulous job of building some walls up around the word and then was able to reinforce the idea with stigmas and beliefs I have developed and adopted to validate my relationship with being….solo.

One of the most comment battles I have struggled with in owning this identifier is the one where you feel like a failure. In order to combat that, I worked even harder to prove that not only can I do solo life, but I ENJOY IT DAMNIT!! When the reality is, I do truly into about 87.5% of living a solo life, however there are obviously always situations where I would enjoy the companionship (like when it’s time to check the mail box….”Oh, sweetie!”).

However, the in last couple of years, for a variety of reasons, I have been becoming a little too comfortable in my solo skin. I would like to believe it’s because I work my ass off and that by time I get home, shower and have a chance to relax, the last thing I want to do is leave and go do something else. Although, I know it is because it is EASIER to stay home and chat with the dogs, versus a complete stranger.

Even Google has a skewed perception of eating alone. While researching images for this post, I Googled “Eating Alone” and the very first sub-category is “sad”.

Then I had a conversation with a few of my girlfriends.

Y’all, there are women out there who LOVE to do the solo thing!!! They look forward to it, it empowers them, it frees them to do exactly what they want to do and most importantly, it means they are LIVING this life, not just cruising through it.

I currently have a pal who on her like 326th solo vacation, this time at the beach, and she’s loving and OWNING it! She also shared this pretty amazing article on the topic, which I of course will share with y’all!

I have a friend who eats out solo almost weekly…AT THE BAR!! WHAT!?!?! This is even possible?? My armpits start sweating just thinking of this possibility.

So, I decided to poll my friends. I was pleased to see that I am definitely not the only person who is uncomfortable with the idea of eating alone. However, I was shocked to learn that many of my friends have or currently enjoy eating out or entertaining themselves solo (don’t twist that people, that is another post for another day!).

Now that I had started to poke around on the topic, I felt that it was only fair that I make a goal for myself to try eating solo over my summer break. So, about a month ago, I was out, treating myself to an evening to run some errands and shop for Father’s Day and I decided what the hell, let’s do this!

Dear Lord.

I pulled in 6 different restaurant parking lots if I pulled into one. But I was not about to let indecisiveness be my downfall. I ended up the solid choice of Applebee’s.

I ate at the bar.

I ordered steak and a beer.

There was hardly anyone there, so the conversation was pathetic at best.

My overall feeling on the experience was mixed. If I am going to spend the money eating out, I would much prefer to do it with people I ENJOY and make it a memory. I eat by my damn self all the time and I can do it much cheaper at home.

HOWEVER!!!!!

I am not done. I am going to do it again. I WANT to do it again.

Frankly, I want to shift my thinking to that philosphy that it’s empowering and fun to do what you want, when you want. Versus suffering under the binds that eating solo means you are some sort of failure based on societal standards.

So gals, let’s do this! Own it and do what you want, when you want! I like to think, “What would Wonder Woman do?”

Share in the comments! Thoughts? Opinions? Personal goals?

Peace out peeps!

23.

Not that I would expect any of you to be keeping track of this number, but 23 is an important number to me right now. For those North Ohioans who revel in the good ‘ole days, it might conjure this image.

Nope, for me, 23 the exact number of days I have left in my summer break.

Oy.

The kicker is, I have been working on projects and stuff every day. But there has been nothing exciting to post!

I mean, I put up new gutters on the porch and the front of the garage.

Not fun.

I did start pouring concrete into a walkway form for the back patio, but it’s only 1/3 of the way done and I would love to just wait and make an entire post about it. However, I do enjoy a good sneak peek, so here ya go!

Last week, I was house sitting for my parents and I did tackle putting up their new vinyl railing. That was fun! But not at my house.

So, in the next 23 days, I have a huge amount to still get done. The anxiety is once again on and pressing on my soul. None of it fun stuff, but necessary! For example. getting the old furnace out, pouring base and getting the new one in! Heat this winter would be glorious!

In other news, I had my first blackberry!

So, until next time! Don’t panic if you don’t hear from me in the next 23 days, I am still here…just busting ass on the To Do list…as usual.

Peace out peeps.

mediocrity.

Here in Ohio, we are smack dab in the middle of 48 hours of endless rain, drab and cold weather. Which inclines me to address a topic that has been on my list for a while now.

Mediocrity.

A while back, I read an interesting article that popped up on my Pinterest newsfeed. As soon as I started to read it, I thought, “Damn, that is pretty spot on!”, and I knew it was something I wanted to talk about.

When I was a kid, I would wake on a Saturday morning and before much of the morning passed, there was a question of “What is on your agenda for the day?” posed to me by my father. I don’t remember how old I was, however, I do remember feeling like I had to create a list that would prove I had worthy tasks to be completed! For the record, even as of this morning, the question was asked, “So, what did you do last night?” and I instantly felt a need to list off everything I had gotten done. This is obviously an ingrained problem in my character!

Now, since at least my mother is going to read this, I would like to disclaimer that I do not think it was necessarily a BAD thing. It taught me to plan and organize my goals and life to the best of my ability. Also, who knew that many years later, I would be teaching Habit #2, Begin with the End in Mind, of the Leader In Me (an extension of the 7 Habits of Highly Effective People) to my hundreds of students daily. There is nothing wrong at all with making a plan and sticking to it.

However, just like most things in life, I believe that the key is moderation.

To this day, I plan the week, to each and every day. I write WIGs (Wildly Important Goals) at school for both my professional and personal goals. I make lists to meet those goals. I keep calendars and journals for my inner deep secret goals. I even check off water glasses on Fitbit to prove to no one that I drank enough water each day.

Frankly, I sometimes need to chill the heck out and I think most of us do.

So, why in the world is mediocrity so wrong? Because we live in a world where if you’re not on Team Accel, you’re just a loser?? Shouldn’t there be a range of success and all of it would be ok and accepted? I mean, maybe your personal growth is staying sober one more day? Shouldn’t that be just as important as closing a multi-million dollar deal? Shouldn’t all levels be celebrated? After all, no one should have the right to impose their interpretation of mediocrity on you and judge you for where you are on your journey.

I look at it this way, as a teacher, I know not all of my kids will want or be able to go to college. Does that mean they are automatically failures? Absolutely not. There is a place for them in this world and they should be celebrated just as much as the kiddos who take the college path. Of course. So, does that mean they are mediocre because they didn’t go to college but have focused their energy in other ways? I don’t think so. (OBVIOUSLY, I don’t agree with doing harm or bring negative consequences to yourself or those around you under the guise that being mediocre is accepted and ok).

I can not remove the word mediocre from the dictionary, be that as it may, I can change my interpretation and also how others interpret it.

So, I accept for myself, that today I might wake up and be mediocre. In my opinion, that is better than not showing up at all. Maybe I need the mediocre moment to rest and prepare to be a rockstar again tomorrow. Maybe I just want to know that the life I am building is ok and acceptable, even if deemed mediocre by some. It might not be for everyone, but it is for me.

The life you are building and the journey you have embarked upon is also ok and acceptable. Just FYI.

So, own it. Don’t be a jerk. Be a good human and embrace that not everyday is going to be rockstar level.

Peace out peeps.

podcasts.

Recently, I have delved DEEP into the world of audio entertainment. It is something I thoroughly enjoy and now, I feel I must share one of my new favs with you guys! It is actually connected an old fav from my childhood and I am sure yours also.

I started listening to audiobooks about two years ago (and I plan to start a new conversation topic on that soon! Be so excited!) and that kinda transitioned into listening to podcasts while I would wait for a book hold from the library, etc. I primarily used it to fill the down time between books. But then I started to really get into them, the concept, the content and the ease of access are top notch. Plus, the variety of topics…it’s like blogs…ENDLESS!

In my most recent search, I stumbled upon the handsome Joe.

hee hee hee!

How could I NOT post that pic of this man! I mean, it’s freaking hilarious and you probably need a good laugh at this very moment! Or on the flip side, you could be highly offended. Which in that case, my apologies.

However, back on track. This guy, Mike Rowe, hands down one of my favorite celebrities who I find to be pretty down to earth and incredibly talented. I mean, he might have faked it, but he did make it into the Baltimore Opera and a performance of Rigoletto! Want to know more…his site is pretty handy.

Anywho, his podcast is called “The Way I Heard It” and I found it on Google Play, but you can check it out here if that is easier for you.

Way back in the day, there was this great story teller named Paul Harvey and for over 56 years, we could listen to his broadcasts on almost a daily basis. I never realized how much of a role those broadcasts played in the fabric of my life, until they were gone.

Well, if you’re seeking a bit of a throwback feel, truly, check out “The Way I Heard It”. All of the episodes are under 10 minutes and they will teach you something, enlighten you and even have you finish a cast and think, “Huh, who knew!”. Plus, you get to listen to that great voice of his!

I know you think that this post has nothing to do with the house, however, just think about all the Paul Harvey broadcasts that were listened too over the years in that old brick house!

Check it out and enjoy your day everyone! Don’t count on a 3rd post in 3 days, I don’t know if I can keep the expectations that high!

Peace out peeps.

barns.

So, in case y’all didn’t know, I love historic barns. There is a barn on the property. It is one of the biggest reasons why I pursued the place.

I love it.

It breaks my heart daily.

Way back when I started this blog, one of my very first posts was about the barn actually. You can stroll down memory lane here.

The good and bad news is that not much has changed, at least with my barn.

Now, the neighbors are a different story.

One neighbor has gone above and beyond to preserve their gorgeous gambrel roof barn. Last summer they primed and painted the entire thing. I see it every time I go outside and it is a truly inspirational barn and I give all credit to the family who is fighting to keep it up!

Another neighbor however, just slightly further up the hill in the same direction has recently broken my heart. I could hardly believe when I saw a barn removal company in their driveway. The barn was OLD and had a newer roof and metal siding covering the gem beneath. Within days, the sheeting was pulled and within two weeks, she was gone. Only the stone foundation remains along with a huge pile of debris.

What this all boils down to is that it truly kills me to see barns fall down (trust me, I am fully aware how close mine is to giving up the ghost) or to see them sold and moved. I know, I know….they are being repurposed and loved and salvaged, but it still makes me sad.

What brings this up you ask?? Well, on Sunday, I was out working on the pesky grapevines and was scared half to death with a stranger pulling in and asking to take pictures of the barn. I can’t blame him. I have used it as the subject of some amazing photos myself. However, I did chuckle to myself as he was setting up thinking, “No worries, I have been letting it rot to the perfect level of patina for you to photograph!”

Secondly, my lovely and wonderful neighbors stopped by later that afternoon and we were chatting about my barn and some of the neighboring barns. It brought to my attention how blessed I am to see no less than 4-5 barns from the property throughout the course of the seasons. For this, I am very blessed and lucky!

Plus the buzzards love it and have become part of my life.

Now, to wrap up. In my original post, I ended with a list of things I was doing to help save the old girl. So, because I am who I am….might as well wrap this one up the same way. No worries, not much has changed. Still waiting for a miracle on a wing and a prayer.

  1. Continue to save nickels, dimes and dollars. It would help immensely if roofs and furnaces would quit dying on me.
  2. LOTTO BABY!!! LOTTO!!
  3. I stopped drinking Diet Coke, so guess that is out.
  4. I ended the Go Fund Me Campaign and to the people who donated, I love your souls….and you are friends and companions and I could not keep asking you. No offense, I was hoping for a Warren Buffet type to see it and, well ya know…hand me a wad of cash. Greedy and horrible, right? But I am honest!
  5. Ellen. I actually had dwindled in my writing of the superstar. However, I might have to ping her an email this week…
  6. Back to the damn nickels and dimes…

So, have a beautiful Tuesday friends.

By the way! If you reading this internationally, please comment!!! I see you! I want to say hi!

Hell, if you’re reading it at all, comment!! lol!

Peace out peeps.

the wall, pt. 2

This is such a sad commentary on my life, but is so the reality of the world I live in!

Last June, I wrote a blog on the wall in the craft room. Little did I have ANY idea back when I wrote that, it would be 10 months later before I would even think about touching that project again! But alas, this is the life I lead.

So, last week was my Spring Break and I had HUGE goals about getting that craft room entirely done. Painted, new wall built and everything sorted and purged/donated that I didn’t want any longer.

Here’s the lofty goals.

I started pretty strong, truly. I did. But I immediately ran into an engineering problem with the wall. Remember those big lag bolts on the original framing boards??

Well, I had already decided that much of that original framing was going to stay and that I was going to work it into the new design. The problem however was that I could not securely attach the new framing for the new doors into that same exterior wall.

I had to call in reinforcements. Ohhhhh Daaaaaaddddd….

So, after a couple of attempts…and some heavy equipment (heavier than I own!), I have framing that is secure. However, it happened right at the end of my break, so that corner is NOT done! But this is where it stands…sort of….today!

So, I mean, it is definitely progress…just not where I had hoped it would be at this point.

Then there was the OTHER issue with this project. The amount of patching required was INSANE!!! I know that at one point, there was a family renting the house and that they had like 456 kids living there. Well, it would seem that a few of them really liked to play with BB guns in the house. The amount of holes and patching (that had been hidden by some seriously ugly wallpaper, was crazy. Literally, two days of patching and sanding, along with 2 tubs of patch.

This is just the START of the patching of holes. I even found the evidence of BB’s in one of the cracks of the flooring.

There was also some decent plaster damage that needed attention.

So, because I love a good cliffhanger….this will be the second one I am leaving you with on this particular project…I am going to leave you with this picture!

I want to say that this project is at a solid 75% of completion….but I am going to save the rest of the pics for the big reveal post! I am hoping it won’t be another 10 months before I finish that furnace corner, but there are no promises!

This weekend is predicted to have 70 degree weather on Sunday, so my butt will be OUTSIDE starting on those grapevines and garden! Dear lord, I hope they are correct, I NEED to feel some warmth after this winter!

Peace out peeps.

to-nisian or not to-nisian, part 2.

See what I did there??? You love it. You know it.

Corny plays on the English language are classic and always elicit a good chuckle.

Anywho.

My Tunisian project, the final ruling.

I think I MIGHT like it! I have actually started a second project, who knew!

If you are completely lost at this point, please check out this post for the first part of this saga….if you have anxiously been awaiting this post, here ya go pals!

In case you’re a visual person, here was the beginning of it. Shocker, I ended up ripping most of it out from this point and I pretty much started over. I was thrilled with the end result! I still definitely need to figure out how to join it better when making an infinity and if anyone has any advice on this, feel free to comment below!

check out my new mannequin!

I also managed to put a hell of a dent in the scrap stash in the trunk….which means there is more room again to go yarn shopping!

So there ya go! My first run at a Tunisian crochet stitch! Have you tried it yet?? If you have. share your pics in the comments!!

Speaking of which, any of you follow the #wearwhatyoumake on Instagram?? Or if you really want to be blown away, check out #crochetersofinstagram!

Not on Instagram?? No worries! Just search either of those hashtags in Google and click on images!

It is so inspirational (in my opinion) to see all of the gorgeous items out there that people make, love and wear daily!

#wearwhatyoumake

Finally, for those of you who are right with me on the countdown to spring, check it out! We can so make it! I CAN NOT wait to see the first green plant pop through the ground!

Have a fabulous day everyone! Peace out peeps.