Showing posts with label beach house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach house. Show all posts

White out...









A perfect beach setting!  I am so glad to see that someone can do all white.. not me.. but someone!

I think I have asked this before, what do you think?  How much white do you have in your house?

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How about holiday in a charming English country estate

Well, maybe not this year, but getting a glimpse inside these gorgeously decorated homes for rent is still a treat.

The "Treverra House" in Cornwall, is one of my favorite for rent by Perfect Stays.

I like the sparse, neutral way the house is decorated.  I think it makes it easier to relax and unwind.

What do you think of the harlequin armoire?

happiness is a warm bath

I think the image above is from a different property they manage - isn't it charming?

The view is so gorgeous and the room so light-filled.  If I lived here, I would probably end up bringing my laptop and papers to the table and work from there...


You can see pictures of all of their properties on the Perfect Stays site.

via Perfect Stays

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Getting Our Beachy On

For the second weekend in a row,
Howard and I had a working weekend
out at the beach house.

While our neighbors were doing this:
Fishing!
We were watching paint dry.  After we'd put it on. 

Last weekend we put beadbaord wallpaper
on the kitchen dado:
Howard, with supervisor Dion keeping watch.
"Raw" beadboard paper under chair rail.

 This weekend, it got its first coat of Moore's Rich Cream:
At least one thing didn't change; the supervisor
still thinks the best place to nap is alongside freshly painted walls.

This wallpaper looks amazingly like the real deal.

We decided to paint the chair rail the same color as the wall, to further open up the narrow kitchen.
I think it helped, and it has a lovely old fashioned look now.

Mostly this weekend, we painted furniture. 
Chairs with Windsor-y backs are very fiddly to paint, and so are end tables with spindles.
Most pieces now have a primer and first and second paint coats, but will need 3rd coats to be finished nicely.
Nothing is completely done, except a few of Howard's projects.
He went to town with spray paint and even did a few baskets in crisp white.

You can see where our interests lie.  This basket is full of menus.

I was Brush Lady, which means I got to do all the fiddly bits.
We had painting projects on the deck, in the garage, in the house, on the lawn . . . .
"What?  What???  I did my spraying; is it my fault you are working with primitive tools?"

In the pictures below, there are some befores, and some "not-yet-afters," as it's all a work in progress.
We left some furniture on folded drop cloths when we went home;
we're not taking any chances of tacky legs marking the new carpeting.

Before pictures -- from 2009.

 And some In-Progress pictures from Sunday evening.

Time to leave; it's late enough to avoid traffic.
Howard takes off for that last check-the-perimeter trip,
making sure all is locked, secured, unplugged, turned off . . . .

Let's not forget the trash!
It will travel 132 miles from eastern Long Island,
to be dumped in a New Jersey trash can.
Is it just me, or does that sound like a Mob hit?

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Another of our neighbors went fishing Sunday evening at Plum Gut (for you Long Islanders out there),
and hauled up dozens of bluefish.  He gave us two huge bags of fish -- that he'd already cleaned and filleted right on the dock!
Thank you, Charlie.

Confession: It was not all work and no play. We did take a little time on Sunday for a drive;
the weather was spectacular and irresistible.  The East End of Long Island was jammed with tourists
out to pick pumpkins, taste wine, buy mums -- it was not this busy in midsummer.
("If it's Tourist Season, Why Can't We  Shoot Them?")

This, below, just cracked me up.
Corn?  Maze?  Maize?  So it's a Corn Corn, or a Maize Maze or . . . .
Okay, it's official:  I'm a total dork.  -- Cass

Link Parties


Mosaic Monday at Little Red House.  Click here.
Metamorphosis Monday at Between Naps On The Porch.  Click here.
At The House In The Roses, it's Show Off Your Cottage Monday.  Click here!
Visit Smiling Sally for Blue Monday.   Click here!






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An Old Stool Gets A New Home

As I tidied upstairs this morning, I saw the little old white footstool that serves as the booster step
up into the high rice carved 4-poster bed in our pink guest room,
and I remembered that I did a post about that some time back.
I am resurrecting it, this story of a battered old stool and its life's mission.


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(Repeat post from February 5, 2010)
You see this little old white step stool,

that our dog Dion is so curious about?

It's a newcomer to That Old House, but it's no stranger to hard work.

It was long ago nailed together from pine boards,
and painted a robin's egg blue:

(Can you see the traces of blue under the cracks and chips?)

Then, repainted white, and used and used and used and used . . . and it is not yet used up.


At some point, it was repaired. Underneath you can see that its old leg has a split or big crack,
and that explains the scrap boards nailed outside, for strength and support.
Waste not, want not.
Recycling and going green are not new concepts; they used to be just how people lived.


How did this beat-up old chipped and crazed step stool wind up in my kitchen,
being gently molested by a suspicious spaniel?

Simple.  A church friend asked me if I wanted it. Willa had devotedly cared for a very elderly member of our congregation, and when Ellie moved into a care facility and Willa was sorting out her things, she found this stool. "It's worn, and old, not in very good shape, but when I saw it I thought that it belonged at your house," she said. "Do you want it?"

Of course I did. We kind of run a halfway house for the
old and worn and not-in-very-good-shape things of this world.

But this stool has many years of service left.
It's sturdy and strong, and its hard-earned "chippy" patina tells the story of the many times
it has been put to good use, to reach that jar at the back of the shelf, or boost a child to
reach a kitchen faucet for hand-washing, or help someone stretch up to paint the trim over the door.

I like the color of those paint drips, don't you? Sort of a butterscotch.

As for Dion, he has not made up his mind about this newcomer on his turf.
But as long as the newcomer doesn't claim sofa space or cookie treats, he'll come around.


And for myself -- as I develop my own chipped and cracked patina,
I hope I can manage to always find my own mission in life, and be useful.
That's a pretty high calling, being useful, for this step stool and for me.

Willa also said I might want to repaint this old stool.
But I have a feeling she knows I won't.
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And that's my blast from a February past.  I hope you like our little footstool, which has not been painted!
Tomorrow, it's back to the beach house for Howard and me; we are aiming to finish
up most (some?) of the projects we started last weekend; wish us luck!
The weather should be warm and sunny -- it may be hard to concentrate on painting
when we've got the water beckoning outside!
Our house is just to the right of the dock on the left of the picture.  Thanks, nephew-in-law Mike, for this great panorama!
Wherever you are, I wish you a weekend of fun and frolic,
or at least one of projects that get done! -- Cass


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Link Parties
Miss Mustard Seed hosts Furniture Friday.  Click here!
LaurieAnna's Vintage Home is the place for Farmhouse Friday Click here!
At My Romantic Home, it's Show And Tell Friday Click here!
Feathered Nest Friday makes its home at French Country Cottage.  Click here!
The Charm of Home features Home Sweet Home on Fridays.  Click here!
It's Vintage Inspiration Friday at Common Ground.  Click here!






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A Working Weekend At The Beach

Howard and I spent the weekend at the
family beach house, out on eastern Long Island.

It was a work weekend.
I didn't even take many pictures!

We took down old wallpaper below a kitchen chair rail.

And -- with the supervision of the dog in the lower left corner -- put up beadboard paper.

It's not painted yet; it needs to cure until my sister gets out there and paints it.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

We also painted -- or more accurately -- primed some furniture.
We'll be back in two weeks to finish those jobs.

And we covered two old red-pink club chairs with striped slipcovers.
Taken with my phone.  Too tired by then to go get the camera!

The slipcovers are vastly too big for the chairs -- next time out,
I bring my sewing machine and get to work tucking and shrinking the slips!

But bit by bit, we're giving the beach house that beachy look.
Now if I could only find some plastic lobsters . . . .

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And speaking of changes -- what a difference a year makes.
My twin great-nephews, last October:
Calvin and Luke with Grandma Peggy
And this October:
Happy first birthday, boys!

I'm joining Susan at Between Naps On The Porch for Metamorphosis Monday.  Click here!

And I'm off now to join a blogging friend for lunch, in Connecticut!
-- Cass

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