Oak

I am refinishing an old oak table, that belonged to my mother-in-law. We will use it as our diningroom table in the new house. In the past I would have stripped the old finish, but I opted to take it to someone to strip it for me. The old finish was light and had turned very, very yellow. I want it a little darker.

Here are the base and a leaf. I am rather proud of the leaf, which I just built myself. The table was made to accept leaves, but they had long since disappeared. The guy who stripped the table (he answers the phone, "this is Tim, the male stripper") said the table is more than a hundred years old and had a customs mark on the bottom. Unfortunately Bertha acquired it from a secondhand store with no story about its past.

The top will probably get another coat, but I am nearly finished.

When I was young and furnishing my first house I decided I really liked old oak furniture. It was just becoming collectible at the time. It was the furniture of my grandparents' and great grandparents' generation. My mother grew up in a house full of it and considered it "ugly old stuff." Nevertheless, when my great grandmother died and her house was emptied Mom brought this old washstand back from Colorado for me. She knew I would love it.

Mom kept, for herself, her grandmother's china cupboard, which was entirely out of place among my parents' modern Scandinavian furniture, but was very sentimental to her. It came to me when my mother died.

The colored photo, by the way, is my parents. The oval portrait hanging above the cupboard is my greatgrandmother, the original owner. I have several other oak pieces I have acquired through the years, but these are my favorites.

I bought this little book in 1975. It is filled with photos of vintage oak furniture. I still enjoy looking at it.

The back section of the book are pages reproduced from a 1902 Sears catalog—the source of much of that style of furniture.

It shows the original prices and the approximate values of each piece in 1975 when the book was published. In 1902 a table, similar to mine, sold for $12.45. In 1975 they valued it at between $125 and $275. I have no idea what it would be worth now. This kind of old oak has kind of gone out of favor again, I think. The hot collectible stuff now is the mid-century Scandinavian furniture of my parents' generation. Funny. To me it's ugly old stuff.

Borrowing some pictures

It's been a busy week at the new house. Hiring Don was a great help and it all started to really take shape this week. I kept forgetting to take my camera out, but Ray took some pictures yesterday that he shared.

Here's Don hard at work on one of several short walls he framed in this week.

This little wall creates a "nook" next to the front door. The coat closet is behind Don just beyond the righthand edge of the photo. The nook will have a little bench where one can sit and remove shoes, etc.

Looking toward the kitchen you can see that little stepdown wall, which will cover the end of the kitchen cabinets and, at least partially, shield the view of countertop messes from the livingroom and dining area. You can also see the hole where the old window was. Don framed it in and repaired the siding on the outside. Once the siding is painted to match the house you will never know there was once a window there. A skylight will compensate for the light lost from that window.

Here's the view from the kitchen looking back toward the diningroom area. You can see the former door to the bathroom, which is going away and the wall extension which will help define that room a little better and provide a wall long enough for a china cupboard.

The old chandelier is going away too, eventually. I found a light fixture I like, but not the one in the picture I posted awhile back. If anyone finds it now, don't tell me!

Ray took this not very flattering picture of me removing the last little remnants of the wallpaper border in the small bathroom.

This is just to show you that I am not standing around bossing the men. I've also been refinishing the old oak table we'll be using. I'll get some pictures posted eventually. It's looking good.

And since I'm borrowing pictures today, here's one borrowed from Emily. Sofia's red hat is pretty darn cute!

And last of all, a very Happy Birthday to my friend Carla! Her birthday was yesterday, the "date which will live in infamy." I was a day behind and had it in my head that today was the 7th, so I missed her actual birthday. Hope it was great, Carla! You have been a wonderful friend for so, so long and I miss you, but love that we can visit each day via blog.

Another foggy day

Yesterday when I looked back at what I wrote about on my blog 2 years ago, I noted the foggy day walk on December 5, 2005. Today I woke up to the same kind of day, so I took my camera along on our walk. There is something so still and quiet about a foggy morning, especially after the drama of all the rain and wind of the past few days.

Our morning coffee, at the end of the walk, tasted especially good. We got to laughing so hard (at a naughty joke, I'll confess) that we were in tears, then pulled ourselves together for a picture. We haven't changed all that much in two years.

One year ago, two years ago, today

Sometimes I like to look back at my blog to see what I was doing one year ago today. Sometimes I am surprised that a year has passed because whatever it was is still somehow part of my consciousness. Like that "Shy Girl in a Fancy Hat". It is still on my work table waiting for the back to be put on it.

Two years ago tomorrow I took pictures on my morning walk with Beth. We are still walking. At the end of this month it will be five years that we've walked that path. The path looks much the same as it did two years ago. Beth and I look pretty much the same. I've lost a little weight—I may have one less chin now than I did in that picture! We both have new earbags, different colors than the ones shown in the picture. We used to see the dachshund ladies and their dogs at least twice a week on the path, but we haven't seen them in ages—probably a year or more. When I move, we will find another part of the trail to walk on. It will be a bit further for both Beth and I to go, but we think we need to keep walking.

In another year I can look back and see what was happening with our remodeling project. With any luck by then we will be nicely settled into the new house and (pleasepleaseplease!) the old house will be sold. Today was a milestone. We finally have hired help. This is Don. He is removing the window in the kitchen. This window goes away for good. By the end of the day it was gone and the hole closed up.

There was only a little rain today. Yesterday when we stopped by the new house the little creek was full. It was right up to the bottom of the bridge. Today it had gone down some, but still pretty full.

Compare to last week.

We've had an amazing amount of rain in the last few days—almost 4" in the last 48 hours—Oregon, don't you know?

Monday miscellaneous

So, here I am. No big trees crashed through the roof during the night, but it is still raining. Ray, ever alert to potential problems, keeps checking the basement for water. None so far. It has happened in the past, but Ray has taken steps to avoid it and they seem to be working. This amount of rain is the real test.

After I posted my update on the house a couple people suggested that we replace the front window with French doors. What they didn't know is that this is what the wall opposite that window looks like:

These windows and door will also be replaced. The slider will be replaced with a prettier wood slider. Those side windows are now 18" from the floor, which is what the window in front will become, so we won't lose much at all. I love French doors, but this room is too small to accomodate the door swing without losing usable space or severely interrupting the flow. The wood sliders are really pretty, though. You can also see, from this picture, that although the view out the front window looks like we are really out in the woods, there is a subdivision right behind us. You can't have everything.

We got a Christmas tree on Saturday. Our realtor, Nancy Jane, had a "client appreciation" party at a local tree farm and bought each of her clients a Christmas tree. It was a cold, wet day, but there was a shelter with a roaring fire and hot dogs and hot cider and cookies. Beautiful place, where you hike out and select and cut your tree. We picked out a fairly small tree.

I have seen lots of entries on blogs about the environmental impact of cutting live trees for Christmas and many people are going to artificial trees. I have given this some thought and appreciate the arguments against live trees, but it seems like living in Oregon where more Christmas trees are grown than in any other state, buying a live tree which was grown for that specific purpose doesn't pose a problem. It is also an important part of the economy here and I'd hate to see the Christmas tree farmers going out of business. The Christmas tree farms around Portland are such beautiful places. It is one of our pleasant yearly outings to drive out to one of them and choose our tree. And a freshly cut fir is one of the best smells there is!

"Breaking" news

For years, when we'd drive to the Oregon coast, we'd pass a sign on Highway 26 marking a turnoff to see "the largest Sitka Spruce tree in the US." We'd always say, "we oughta stop and see that sometime." Several months ago when we went over to the coast with Beth and her husband, Ed, we actually stopped to see the big tree.

I just saw, on the news, that today the strong winds that are battering the coast broke the 700 year old tree in half. End of a very long era. I'm glad we stopped to see it when we did.

click photo for news story

They've been warning us about this storm for days now and so far—knock on wood—it's not too bad here. Lots of rain, some wind, a little flooding in some areas. It's the kind of storm we really dread here, though. The combination of lots of rain and wind means trees will start coming down. The ground gets saturated, the roots don't hold and when the wind gets going big old trees just start popping out of the ground. 99% of the time I love our big old trees. But every so often they worry me. I wonder, as I wander off to bed, whether one will come crashing through the ceiling and land on our bed while we're sleeping. So, uhhh, here I go—off to bed. I'll let you know how it turns out.

House update - December 1

I haven't mentioned the house remodel project lately, so I took a few pictures today. We've had a little trouble finding people to do the work, but it looks like things are about to get going next week. Ray has a guy coming to start work on the kitchen and the electrical and plumbing will get started soon, too. Meanwhile we've been in demo and wallpaper elimination mode.

Remember the blue and purple kitchen?

This is what it looks like now.

Ray has done all the demo work so far. I have been stripping wallpaper. Remember this room?

This is just off the diningroom and it will be our TV watching room. After stripping all the blue wallpaper, I found...

Blue paint. The previous owners really liked blue a lot. Every room in the house is some shade of blue. I can hardly wait to get to the painting phase and warm this place up! You can see I have replaced the precious little chandelier with a more practical light fixture. The box in the middle of the room is the microwave that will go over the stove.

We are changing the door to one of the bathrooms. It currently opens off the diningroom, which is just unacceptable to me. (Ick!) We are relocating the door to the utility room through what was a shallow closet. Yesterday Ray took a hammer and saw to the wall and that project is now underway!

This picture was taken standing in the utility room looking through the former closet into the bathroom. Yes! This is going to be a huge improvement.

This is the window in the livingroom that looks out toward the front yard and the creek. I am going to love living with this view. I really like these old windows, but alas they are single panes and not at all energy efficient. We've been shopping for windows. I think the replacement for this window is going to be a little higher off the floor. Modern codes require that windows less than 18" from the floor be made from tempered glass—very expensive. I think the higher window will actually be better in other ways as well, but it is a little sad to see this window go. I will not, however, be the least bit sad to see these oddball draperies go.

Out front, this is the creek.

This fall when we first saw the house the creek was barely a trickle of water. We've had a lot of rain this week, so it is now probably 8 -10 inches deep in some places.

We walked around the woodsy part of the lot and talked about what kinds of bushes we want to plant to further block the view of the road. I said I wanted some holly, then I discovered this pretty little variegated holly bush almost engulfed by blackberries. I think some love and attention will do wonders for it.

Ray has been potting up starts and extra plants from our current house and taking them out to the new house. Here are some waiting for new homes.

So, that's my little tour around the homestead for today. I plan to post periodic updates on this project. I think it will be my life for the next few months.

Another beetle and a little tutorial

This is my last little effort for the HFD show. Another beetle—one of the slightly scary-looking horned beetles. After much trial and error I have figured out a way to make a nice, neat zig-zagged edge on these little pieces in lieu of a binding. It worked out so well I thought I'd take some pics and share them.

I start by making the piece larger than it will end up being. For the 8.5 x 11 pieces, I made them approximately 9 x 12. After the piece is quilted I use a ruler and permanent marker to mark the final size on the top of the quilt. Then I lay a piece of perle cotton on the marked line and zigzag over it. By doing this before you cut the edges off, you can get it nice and smooth, with neat corners. I use a narrow zigzag. On my Janome it is 1.5. Don't start and end at a corner. The start and stop are less noticeable along a side.

After stitching the perle cotton down, carefully trim the excess fabric off, as close to the stitched perle cotton as you can get without cutting the stitching.

Now you are going to zigzag over the perle cotton and the edge again, but before you do that, take a needle threaded with a heavy-weight thread. I use buttonhole thread. Just take one stitch through each corner of your piece and cut the thread off, leaving two long tails, about 3" long.

You know how when you zigzag around the edge of something the corners are a mess and sometimes they get caught down in the hole or hang up on the foot? Well, those thread tails you just made are there to alleviate those problems! As you approach a corner, grab the the thread tails and use them to guide the stitching up to the corner. Stop, with your needle down at the corner, pivot and use the thread tails to pull the corner gently toward the back, under the foot, while you smoothly stitch into the next straight side.

When you are finished, you can just pull the thread tails out and discard.

And there's my finished piece with a nice, narrow little zigzagged edge. Isn't that neat?

P.S. A couple of people have asked what size perle cotton I am using. Does it come in different sizes?! The label has a 5 on it—I guess that's the size. It is not nearly as fat as yarn. The finished edge is only about 1/16th of an inch wide. I'm sure you could make it wider if you wanted to use something fatter than the perle cotton.

P.P.S. I am not using a satin stitch on this. The length of the stitch is just the default stitch length. I think the tight satin stitch is often another thing that contributes to bad corners and hangups. The perle cotton fills in under the zigzag stitch so that it covers it pretty well and a satin stitch isn't really needed. I must admit, also, that I have been known to take a permanent pen and touch up spots where the light fabric shows through! If you want more coverage you can stitch around the edge one or two more times.

Another little quilt and a baby nap

Here's another 8.5 x 11 piece for the High Fiber Diet show. This just goes to show that one needn't look too far for subject matter. Har har!

Today was a Sofi day. She and I have a little ritual now for her afternoon nap. I put her down in the pack 'n play where she sleeps for about 20 minutes, then she fusses so I pick her up and we finish the nap together in my comfy chair with the ottoman. I can put my feet up and read while she snoozes on my shoulder, then her nice warm little presence and steady breathing lulls me to sleep and I can get a little nap of my own in. There is nothing quite as nice as a sleeping baby softly snoring against your neck.

Productive Sunday

I may have mentioned that High Fiber Diet is having a show of small, journal-size (8.5" x 11") pieces at the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship for the month of December. I made a couple that were pretty uninspired. (Here's one of them.) So today I decided to make at least one more. I have made beetles before. I like beetles. Maybe they are trendy. I keep seeing other people's beetles. Jane Davila does great beetles. Anyway, I like this piece better than the others I did. The other two were both abstract. I admire other people's abstract work, but I think I do better when I do representational work, even when it is an un-natural beetle.

I also put the binding on the Good to Be Green piece today. I am losing my binding prowess. The binding is a little wobbly. I need to work on it.

I have been communicating with Sandy Donabed and Rayna Gilman who are both doing kitchen renovations. Well, Sandy's is actually finished and it looks fabulous. Rayna's been pining for a $1000 faucet. Yikes! I had no idea such a thing even existed, but her comments about faucets sent me on a faucet hunt and raised my awareness of what constitutes a good faucet. All this led me to eBay and today I bought a faucet on eBay. I hope it's a good one. I got a great price and it looks awful nice in the picture. Then I went to Lowe's and got the stuff to stain and finish my oak table and oak boards to make a leaf for the table from. I am spending money like I had it.

Now I am going to go fix a tasty dinner which will not contain even a hint of turkey.

Thankful for . . .

We asked Sofia what she was thankful for on Thanksgiving Day. She was thankful for toys with chewable tags, her very favorite toy—a plastic water bottle (who knew life could be so simple?), and for her new teeth.

I don't have to tell you what I'm thankful for.

Who we are now

When Ray and I got married, 37 years ago today, we were not the same people we are now. We have grown into the people we are today together. We've been lucky. Not all couples do. I had my own version of the future back then, but my imagination was not big enough to imagine grown children, who are amazing people in their own right. And a grandchild?—well, 37 years ago grandchildren were not on my radar at all. Would I have guessed we would be living in Portland, Oregon? No, not at all. Would I have envisioned the twists and turns our lives have taken? Nope.

Marriage has to be the greatest leap of faith a person takes. For us that faith has been rewarded with a good life together. We're still the best of friends and still enjoy each others company. We work well together.

When I met Ray I was working as an interior designer and Ray was a high school math teacher. My boss said, very seriously, "don't marry a schoolteacher—you'll never be able to afford a really nice house!" I took my boss's words to heart and knew that I would marry a schoolteacher and I would never fit in a job where having a really nice house was the highest goal to strive for. We both moved on to other jobs and nicer houses, despite that early warning. I probably should thank my silly old boss for helping me know early on that matters of the heart can not be decided on the basis of material values.

Happy Anniversary to us. This has always been "our song."

Like pulling teeth

That seems like what it has been like getting this quilt to this point. I have had more than a year to work on it and now the deadline of December 1 is looming. I am almost finished. The quilting is done. This is what it looks like from the back.

I will put a back on it and bind it. As you can see I have done a lot of quilting on the background, but not much on the figure. This makes the figure stand out a bit and avoids the problem of all those lines in the face.

Here's a little closeup of the front.

Somehow I really think this piece needs a crisp, bold binding. Like this:

I will be so happy to be finished. I am so tired of looking at it that I have lost all perspective. This is the only significant piece I have done this entire year. But, there have been a few distractions . . .

Non-fiction

I read a lot, though I have to admit, not as fast as I once did because I fall asleep. But I always have a book going, usually a novel. Recently I've read two non-fiction books and each surprised me in its own way.

Eat, Pray, Love

Have you read this book? Seems like everyone has and everyone loves it—except me. Ugh. I really disliked this book. It is an account of a young woman's ugly divorce and how she regained her equilibrium and found love by traveling to Italy, where she ate, to India where she learned to pray and Bali where she found love. It's not that I am opposed to finding oneself, journeys of self-discovery—all that, but this felt very contrived and very self-indulgent. For starters, she paid for the travel with the big advance she got on the book, so it was kind of a foregone conclusion that this trip was going to yield amazing insights and colorful characters and the requisite happy ending before it even began.

I was annoyed with the author and her spoiled whining and what seemed to me like a very superficial spirituality. Maybe I just wasn't in the mood. Seems like people I know have problems and setbacks far graver than the author's, and they cope, and they work, and they find strength within themselves, and they learn to forge ahead in ways that don't require taking off for a year and finding a wise old guru to provide their answers. Like I said, Ugh.

Going Gray

I mentioned this book in my post a few months ago about my own gray hair and I was contacted by someone from the publishing company, thanking me for mentioning the book and offering to send me a copy. Well, sure! Why not? I honestly did not expect to like this book very much. I expected it to be pretty superficial and filled with angst about aging and losing one's youthful looks. I was very pleasantly surprised. I found it to be self-deprecating and thoughtful. The author (Anne Kreamer) found that her worst fears were unfounded and that, in fact, in many ways people responded to her more positively once she allowed her hair to gray, even men, when she experimentally signed up for an online dating service. She thought a lot about the value of authenticity and "if you can stop worrying about what others might think of your hair color, and of feeling obliged to wear camouflage, then you free yourself up to think about other things—that by abandoning the small stuff you may make room for the big."

I found her journey much more satisfying than the Eat, Pray, Love journey.

Fiber stuff—surprise!

What with remodeling one house, sprucing up another house, babysitting, laundry piling up and the other boring details of ongoing life, I am not finding a lot of time to spend on art these days. But the deadline for Farmer Girl aka It's Good to be Green, aka Green Thumb (which will be the official title I'm thinking) is looming, so I am sneaking in an hour here, an hour there. I am finally quilting. Here's a little peek.

Those lilies still need stamens, but those will come later.

A couple of months ago I joined the Complex Cloth list and so far I just lurk and listen. I'm not much of an original cloth maker, but am kind of fascinated by the processes used. Gerrie is so into making art cloth that I get to live a bit vicariously when she shows us her newest shibori and indigo dying and screen printing. It seems to me that her work just gets better and better, so I keep wondering if I am missing out by not incorporating some of these techniques. I have, I must admit, an aversion to "moosh"—my own term for that indistinct, sometimes muddy smooshiness that results from some of the artcloth techniques, especially dye techniques. I really like crispness. Still. . .

There has been talk lately on the Complex Cloth list of resist dyeing using school glue as a resist. Hmmm, I have an old bottle of that blue, gel-ish glue and some very cool carved wood stamps. So I cut a square of fabric late last night and stamped some glue all over it. This morning I painted over it (no, I was not up for mixing dyes and all that entails), let it dry, then stamped some more and painted some more. Here is the result. Not sure what I will do with it, but I think it's kind of pretty!

Batik-ish, but without the gacky wax. (I made a lot of batik in my distant youth and have had my fill of that kind of messiness) Only a little bit mooshy.

Here are the stamps I used.

They are really very cool. I have had them for so long I can't even remember where I got them. They are wood and are from India I think. Their original use was for batik, for stamping wax. I've used them in several ways, including directly inking them and stamping.

So, now I feel like an artist again. Back to the dishes and laundry and floorplans—

¡Feliz cumpleaños! a Cayo

Today we celebrated my son-in-law, Cayo's, birthday. Actual birthday was Thursday. Emily had a brunch at her house and invited her friends and their babies and children. What a happy day. And what an international group. Spanish and English were spoken and maybe just a little Portugese, as well as plenty of babytalk.

Sofia sweetly held court on the family room floor and was attended by lovely Lily the 7 year old and adorable Magdalena the 6 year old. The boys ended up kicking a soccer ball around the backyard and smilin' Max, the other 7-month-old, crawled circles around Sofia, while the adults all marveled at his physical strength and coordination, and traded stories of crawling babies and those who wouldn't and finally did, and babies who sleep and those who won't, and pondered the relative merits of disposable or cloth. Gallons of coffee, bacon, pumpkin bread, fruit and eggs. Cheese and bread. Juice and apples. Lots of laughing. "Happy Birthday" sung three times in three languages.

It was a pleasure to be in the company of such charming young families and dedicated parents and parents to be. Emily and Cayo have a nice group of friends.

Happy Birthday, Cayo! We are so glad you are here and part of our family.