More White Touches

Welcome friends...thanks for coming by. We're seeking beauty in all of creation... in our faith and our families; our art and our music; our crafts and kitchens, and even in our own backyard. We'll share a poem or a recipe, a picture or a memory; maybe a dream of how we wish our life could be. And though we acknowledge that the world can be harsh, we're keeping it pleasant in our little corner; endeavoring to keep the words from the Book of all Books: ...Whatsoever things are lovely; think on these things.

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Photo: Bee and thistle: Taken high in the Cascade Mountains where there is a bee buzzing on every thistle. by Debora Rorvig

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

More White Touches

I ran into Big Lots yesterday after an afternoon doctor's appt. I like to shop after visiting the doctor.I guess it's retail therapy after medical therapy. I dunno. I know lots of people who thumb their noses at Big Lots and stores like them. I'm not one of them. There are times that it doesn't matter if you spend $20 for something or $100 for something slightly better. Nobody notices. So I spent $20 on some sheer white panels to go with my white walls in the family room and dining room. The result is just beautiful.

Just the simple, romantic, gossamer feeling I wanted.

Forgive the uncropped picture. I'm sure you're so impressed with the electrical socket. I'm too busy right now to mess with photo editing. Our kitchen remodel is scheduled to start this weekend. I need to move everything out of the cupboards asap. And all of my seedlings are begging to be transplanted. About 200 of them. They're crying, "Oh please, please, please...we need more room, we need more soil, help us!"

So why am I putting up new curtains right now? Creative Avoidance.

I'm gonna be incommunicado for a few days during the remodel/transplant extravaganza. I'll peek in on you all, but probably won't leave any comments. (If hubby catches me on my laptop when we're this busy, he's sure to confiscate it!) Bye for now...

4 comments:

allisamazing said...: Love the look. So fresh and cool looking :); April 17, 2012 at 5:57 PM
joanne said...: I've always love the softened look that sheer bring to a room.
Good luck with the remodel...we'll be waiting for pics!; April 17, 2012 at 9:35 PM
Anneliese said...: All the best!; April 17, 2012 at 11:19 PM
Linda O'Connell said...: Debora, I love white and also can find great deals at Big Lots. You are a brave one to take on remodeling and gardening.; April 18, 2012 at 5:46 AM

I Am From

I Am From...

by Debora Rorvig

I am from a lumber mill worker’s company house
with peeling paint and a sidewalk made of two by fours.
From faded flannel shirts that smell of pine and cedar boughs.

I am from Mason Jars of homed-canned pears,
from Dairygold milk with cream on top
in bottles on the porch.

I am from a garden plot with rows and rows of golden corn
that always wanted hoeing,
and from atop the highest branches of the Gravenstein apple tree in the Attolini’s orchard-
with apple juice dripping from my chin.

I am from saurkraut and wooden shoes-
the Millers and the Youngedykes,
and from the lively Scottish clan
who wear the McKinnon tartan.

From farmers and woodsmen
plain folk all,
who’s hands were calloused hard
but who’s hearts were tender-soft.

I am from ‘what will the neighbors think’
and ‘if you can’t say something nice,
don’t say anything at all.’

From saints and sinners who didn’t see eye to eye
but loved each other anyway,
and in their own way.

I am from the Western shores of Washington
strewn with agates, kelp and driftwood,
from Steelhead salmon, salty smoked
and chowder made from clams we dug
at Semiahmoo spit.

I am from my mother Ruby,
who taught me how to sew
on the old Singer treadle machine;
and told me all about my heritage.

And from my daddy, Raymond Claude
who took me nightcrawler hunting in the moonlight
and showed me how to bait my hook
and fish along the Nooksack River’s edge.

I am from an ancient, tattered Holy Bible kept safely on the upper shelf
with pictures of Jesus Christ
and a letter edged in black- carefully tucked inside.
There are births and deaths recorded there,
and a poem by great- great grandfather Alexander Laughlin Mckinnon
who I never met--and yet I know him
better than some I’ve met.

Precious is that Book to me.

And that is where I am from.

My Life List

*Seek first the Kingdom
*Never stop dreaming
*Make a difference in my students' lives
*Create alternate streams of income to fund my goals
*Dress with flair
*Master virbrato on my violin
*Try cross country skiing in Eastern Washington
*Lose those extra pounds and be healthy
*Be more active in my church
*Stop fearing things, people and confrontation; say what I think
*Stop Hurrying
*Inspire my grandchildren
*Own a Cottage on the Beach
*Live the Word
*Memorize the Book of Hebrews
*Find the perfect hairdo
*Be myself
*Look up old friends and make new ones
*Remodel the kitchen and bathroom
*Make my garden lovely
*Sleep under the stars in the desert and hear coyotes howl
*Write and publish a book(s)
*Travel toRio de Janiero, Cape Breton, South of France, Italy,Scotland, Wales, UK, Ireland, Norway, Turks & Caicos, New York City and the Eastern Seaboard; The Deep South, Africa

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

More White Touches

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