Little Nash Rambler

Saw this darling car on the street near Fruitvale in Oakland last week. It's a Nash Rambler, I'd guess from mid 50s, in beautiful condition. This car totally reminds me of my youth - in early teens, my girlfriend Cathi and I would sleep in her Grandpa Max's Nash Rambler while visiting Lake Cochran in South Dakota. The seats folded down to make a flat surface - a perfect bed for two giggly girls!

Later, for the same reason (the folding-down seats), my mom wouldn't allow me to go out with a boy in my school who was a little older and very cute because he drove a Nash Rambler. She thought the folding down seats might be too much temptation for bad behavior. Who, me???

Adorable!!!!

Spring renewal: The front steps

It's starting to be time for spring renewal around our house and one of the first projects that came to mind were the front steps. Wow, we were looking a little derelict, if I must say so. I guess it had been at least ten years since the steps were painted and it showed!


Here they are just after we started to work on them, so even though we had started to scrape the bottom step, they honestly didn't look much better than this. Poor babies!

We scraped and sanded and scraped and sanded. One of the steps is concrete, the other two are wood, and the sides are stucco. We also did some repair on the stucco. By the end of the first day we had finished the prep and had primed the whole thing white. That white really stood out - I can't say it looked 100% better than the derelict look, but we were making necessary progress. We quit for the day.

The next day we painted, and when we were nearly done we realized we had the wrong color. It was red, as the steps had been before and as the trim on our house is, but it was really really red. I'm saying it didn't match any of the other reds, sigh. The other can of red paint, which did say porch and floor on it, was too old to use. It had gotten all gummy. I went down to the local Ace Hardware and got another can of that, the Porch and Floor, in Tile Red.

Bingo! It was the right color and an extra coat of paint never hurt anything. Especially since we got it done and dried before the next rain! Here they are  - aren't they gorgeous?

Only problem is, now the porch obviously needs paint too. Well, that's the way with house projects. One leads to another.

P.S. Those are cauliflower plants alongside the steps, and they each have a baby cauliflower down in the middle of the leaves. Yum!

A shoe rack: Order out of chaos

Wayne put up a shoe rack by our back door the other day, and it's made our life a lot more orderly! Who could imagine such a small simple thing could make such a difference?

In the interest of less dirt on the floors, we try to take our shoes off when we come in. Of course, up until now, that has resulted in a pile of shoes by the back door. And wow, what a messy dirty pile it was, with all this rain and leaves and mud on the bottoms. We could hardly get the back door open sometimes for shoes. Not to mention, in order to sweep I had to pick up all the shoes first and put them somewhere else (in a pile).

Isn't this cool?? So neat. So clean. So out of the way!

It was easy to make, too. I saw this video a couple of months ago and kept it with the intention of making just such a rack. First, I love it that the construction person making the video is Sawdust Girl - you don't get so many how-to construction things done by women, and why not?? We know how to do things too, right?

Anyway, I bought the pegs she recommended and then let them sit while all the holiday madness swirled around us. If they hadn't been out on my desk, I might have forgotten about them. The other day, we finally got around to it.

What a great idea!!

Winter from the train (I'm never sick)

Wayne and I just returned from a trip to Portland OR to visit my son Arthur and his family for the holidays. We took the train rather than drive (yes, W hates to fly!) because the weather is dicey this time of year and driving can be treacherous. It's an 11-hour drive, and an 18-hour train ride each way from Oakland. We like the train - it's relaxing and this was a very hectic December. Time for some down time. Here's an example of the scenery going by our window during daylight hours. Pretty! Cold.

It was a pleasant trip up. We slept and there was only one person coughing in our car. Poor guy, had a cold.

The week we spent in Portland was great family fun - board games, a giant puzzle, good dinners, great conversation! Arthur and I baked loaves of artisan bread from a new cookbook he had: Flour, Water, Yeast, Salt. Yum! We bundled up and went for walks in the the cold, although there was no snow until our last day there. The day before we left, I started to cough a little.

Now it's a fact that I'm never sick. I pride myself on it! I do have a good immune system and am overall very healthy, so I don't pick up things very easily at all. Besides, I grew up that way. There was no reward, no special attention, for being sick in my family of origin. If you were strong you got more positive attention, so that became a habit. I was sure my cough would be gone in a few hours. I took a couple of chewable Vitamin Cs.

Back on the train for the 18-hour ride home, I'm hacking up a storm along with half the car we're in. In addition, my sinuses are starting to block up and I am suddenly into a full-blown cold. So much for getting any sleep, which we didn't. So much for never being sick, which I definitely was.

I've spent the last week recovering - extra sleep, lots of supplements and vitamins, plenty of water, cough, cough, cough. Finally, I feel better. I did go to work over the weekend - short shifts both Saturday and Sunday. Wiped me out. I'll give it another few days, and then I'm done with it.

Hope that works!

Survivors

It's already November and my front yard tomatoes just won't give up! I can hardly believe it but I've got tomato plants with big ripening tomatoes and even flowers. I think the flowers are doomed, frankly, as it hardly gets above 65 degrees now. But the tomatoes that are already formed will ripen . . . slowly, slowly.

The taste isn't what it was in the heat of summer, but still. They're better than anything you'd buy at the supermarket. I'm using them for stews now, and chili. Yum!

The fall wreath

I was in Target day before yesterday, shopping for a few housekeeping necessities, when I spotted a medium-large door wreath of fall leaves. I thought it was pretty and went over to take a look. Well, I almost fainted - it was $90! And of course it was really only fake fall leaves on a circular wreath form made of twigs. $90. I don't think so.

Then I had a brainstorm, kind of born out of my stubbornness and dislike of being over-charged for something I know isn't worth that much. Michael's, the art and craft store, was just down the street. Bet I could make a wreath, maybe even a better wreath, for a lot less than $90. As soon as I was done at Target, I headed for Michael's.

Minutes later I walked out with a twig wreath, a spray of beautiful fake fall leaves, and a whole roll of really pretty wire-edged ribbon that had been on sale.

Home I went, fired up the glue gun, and 15 minutes later hung a beautiful wreath on the front door. It cost $11 and a few minutes of my time. My new wreath even has a bow, which the $90 model didn't have, plus I have extra ribbon for a later use.

Isn't life grand?!

Amazing Upholstery Adventure # 3

Just because I haven't written recently about the chair I'm upholstering (with the help - I should say he's doing most of the work, I'm learning - of my Upholstery Guru Rolando), doesn't mean there hasn't been progress. You would hardly recognize Wayne's grandfather's chair. Here are some recent photos:







                              The chair in its underwear:





The chair getting dressed:






 Here's Rolando adding yet more stuffing, even over the underwear. This chair is going to be a nap magnet!!









Here's the chair with half its dress on. Oh my, it's going to be beautiful!