Thursday, August 13, 2015

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Crepe Myrtle Summer

 The Tennessee summer has been damp and hot, but the 'burger's crepe myrtles have never been prettier. This part of the yard hasn't been landscaped. It's wonderfully old fashioned, and I can almost imagine a childhood summer in Louisiana. 

Monday, August 10, 2015

Rattlebridge Farm's Favorite Homemade Condiments and Other Goodies

I grew up helping the womenfolk "put food by." As the kitchen filled with steam and enticing smells, we wrapped our hair in calico scarves and put on cheery, ruffled aprons. Pots bubbled on every burner, but the largest was reserved for the pressure cooker. It scared me so much, it's a wonder I didn't hide under the table, because every woman in the kitchen had a "putting by" horror story. My own mother once had a canner explode, and black-eyed peas hit the ceiling like bullets. (Well, she was reading, she said, and she'd just gotten to the juicy part).
Nowadays, I use simpler methods, but the results are just as good--it's hard to beat the taste of a homemade summer.

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Don't Forget to Dream

Girlie Picnic

Today, remodeling is far, far from my thoughts, and I'm indulging in a little virtual shopping and Bucket List-Making. I've got to admit, anything that proclaims "Food Before Dudes" is okay in my book.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Foodie Friday and Everything Else

Welcome to Foodie Friday and Everything else. I hope you've had a good week. Me, I've been swamped with renovating. Two steps forward, twenty backward. At least, that's how it feels sometimes. The week began with Part I of the Dormers, followed by Part 2's soothing solution. The blog took an unexpected byroad with a look at social media: How to Navigate the Turbulent Waters of Social Media Using Enneagrams and 3 Ways to Protect Your Time. My next reno debacle is shaping up--trying to find faux stone that works with the house.
Does anyone have a margarita handy? I'll be right over!

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Reporting from the Trenches: Ranch Rehab Diary

The dormer saga isn't quite over. . . but you knew that all along, right? :-) The other day, I received an email from my friend Liz, author of the delightful blog Infuse with Liz, and she knew I had a nagging uncertainty about the dormers.

3 Ways to Protect Your Time

"How did it get so late so soon?"
-- Dr. Seuss
Do you ever wish you had 30 hours a day? Do you postpone favorite activities because you are overwhelmed with chores or obligations? Are your days burdened with to-do lists and guilt trips?"

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Ranch Rehab: Sconces

Last winter, while planning the master bathroom reno, I became smitten with Flemish sconces. The simple, classic lines would work with the existing elements, which included traditional oil rubbed brass faucets, brown-beige toned granite counters, beadboard, and a marble subway tiled shower. Best of all, the sconces would work with my darling bird-and-twig mirrors.

Monday, August 3, 2015

Dormer Update

 Bright and early this morning, before the heat set in, my GC and his crew worked on the dormers.
A 2.5" band of trim was added to the top to give a little breathing room between the dormer roof and the shake, and the shake itself was tidied up.

Saturday, August 1, 2015

Human Nature: Or How to Navigate the Turbulent Waters of Social Media with Enneagrams

It happens all the time: you spend hours working on a blog post, and you send it out into the wild world of social media. Most comments are polite, friendly, and encouraging. But now and then, you'll get a doozy. Or you'll receive an email that is so personal, you aren't sure how to react.  You'll sit up straight and go, "Huh?" 
Social Media is a word-and-image driven medium. It is tone-deaf and one dimensional, lacking essential nonverbal cues. An online comment may have seemed witty to the person who wrote it, but it may come off as snarky, jealous, or pure-dee wicked. In real life, when we're talking to a friend, we are automatically processing body language and vocal inflections: it's not what we say but how we say it.