So . . . remember when Ricky used to come through the door
of the Ricardos' apartment and call out, "Luuucy, I'm ho-ome!"
No?
Then you are too young to be on the Internet. Go outside and play.
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This past weekend, in a casual cruise of our local Craigslist, I found a posting for a Lucy Ricardo Chair.
Curious, I clicked.
It was an old metal lawn chair, the type that everyone had in their backyards in the 1940s and 50s.
Anyway, long story short -- I wanted the Lucy Ricardo Chair.
I also got a kick out of the owner's wording:
Price is $10. if you want to buy and $12. if you prefer to haggle.
I like a listing that makes me laugh.
Turns out, Lucy Chair was living in a house even older than ours.
She is moving forward in the timeline of New Jersey domestic architecture,
from the late 18th to the 19th century.
Here she is, chips and blemishes and all, on our front porch --
which is also chips and blemishes and all:
She's green.
As in, many coats of . . . .
Dig that fancy swooping look; she's a girly girl, our Lucy:
She's been round the block a few times, but hey, who hasn't?
Last June, my daughter Alida and I grabbed fire-engine-red spray paint, and made our front yard look like a crime scene, painting wire and ice cream parlor chairs, a little table, and a couple of rocking chairs.
I guess I should have put a drop cloth down, but grass grows and the red
eventually gets mowed off. A hapless dandelion got caught in the crossfire:
No real reason for that picture, except it cracks me up.
Anyway, back to business . . . Lucy is going to get wire-brushed and primed
and then also painted fire-engine-red, so she can live with the cool kids on the front porch.
Including the Grande Dame of the porch, the old wicker rocker:
Well, that's it for Wednesday is Rednesday at It's A Very Cherry World, and Outdoor Wednesday at A S0uthern Daydreamer.
Click on the highlighted words or the buttons below to go visit other posts.
Say goodbye to Miss Lucy;
next time you see her, she will be all decked out like a naughty girl in va-va-va-voom red.
We are holding our breaths that my Dad will be all right for the re-scheduled 90th birthday party here on Saturday. We're cleaning and weeding, and maybe spray painting -- best foot forward! -- Cass
Curious, I clicked.
It was an old metal lawn chair, the type that everyone had in their backyards in the 1940s and 50s.
My Aunt Edna had them.
I used to love to sit on one and bounce when I was a little kid.
Remember how hot they got in the sun? No? Back outside for you!
I used to love to sit on one and bounce when I was a little kid.
Remember how hot they got in the sun? No? Back outside for you!
Anyway, long story short -- I wanted the Lucy Ricardo Chair.
I also got a kick out of the owner's wording:
Price is $10. if you want to buy and $12. if you prefer to haggle.
I like a listing that makes me laugh.
Turns out, Lucy Chair was living in a house even older than ours.
She is moving forward in the timeline of New Jersey domestic architecture,
from the late 18th to the 19th century.
Here she is, chips and blemishes and all, on our front porch --
which is also chips and blemishes and all:
She's green.
As in, many coats of . . . .
Dig that fancy swooping look; she's a girly girl, our Lucy:
She's been round the block a few times, but hey, who hasn't?
Last June, my daughter Alida and I grabbed fire-engine-red spray paint, and made our front yard look like a crime scene, painting wire and ice cream parlor chairs, a little table, and a couple of rocking chairs.
I guess I should have put a drop cloth down, but grass grows and the redeventually gets mowed off. A hapless dandelion got caught in the crossfire:
No real reason for that picture, except it cracks me up.Anyway, back to business . . . Lucy is going to get wire-brushed and primed
and then also painted fire-engine-red, so she can live with the cool kids on the front porch.
Including the Grande Dame of the porch, the old wicker rocker:
Well, that's it for Wednesday is Rednesday at It's A Very Cherry World, and Outdoor Wednesday at A S0uthern Daydreamer.Click on the highlighted words or the buttons below to go visit other posts.
Say goodbye to Miss Lucy;
next time you see her, she will be all decked out like a naughty girl in va-va-va-voom red. We are holding our breaths that my Dad will be all right for the re-scheduled 90th birthday party here on Saturday. We're cleaning and weeding, and maybe spray painting -- best foot forward! -- Cass
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