Saturday, July 7, 2018

100 Years Too Late

Have you ever been told you were born a hundred years too late?
Or maybe you just feel like you were...
I know I do at times.
There are some things that can help bring a sense of yesteryear
into your today though.
(Hubby's anvil.)
I'm sharing these things as much as a reminder to myself as I am for you.
June was pretty rough around here.
I could throw a fabulous pity-party for one,
but I like to say, "What you seek, you will find."
That said, I'd like to gear my focus towards something more positive.
Sometimes we just need to re-center ourselves and proceed.

So let's proceed~
(Queen Ann's lace.)
The first thing we can do is Stop.
Just stop. 
Stop trying to change the unchangeable.
Take a breath.
Regardless of the romanticism, people had jobs 100 years ago.
They had to be to work on time just like we do.
So why does it seem so hectic today?
Distractions are one thing, but really, it's the willingness 
to accept what we cannot change.  
If it takes 20 minutes to get to work, and you are leaving 5 minutes late,
don't attempt to make it to work in 15 minutes.
You might not make it at all.
Accept that you will be late and 
make every effort so that it doesn't happen again tomorrow.
This is counter to the message that we are told today
"Power at your fingertips, control with the push of a button, etc."
We can neither change nor control time, period, end of story, fin.
Accept. Move on.
(Rip eyeing a good stick.)
Thing Two is children.
When did parents' lives begin catering to children?
About 100 years ago, the average number of children per household was 9!
Can you imagine if all 9 were going in separate directions?
I'm not saying don't let Billy play soccer, but maybe it should be 
an exception rather than a "right."  
A child needing his/her own calendar is crazy.
Children should aspire to be adults rather than 
adults aspiring to live like children.
My kids are now grown (though munchkins forever in my eyes:).
But I see this in frazzled friends and co-workers.
They are merely a shuttle service to and from their children's activities.
Family should come first.
Next, Cook.
I know this sounds almost cliche, but there's more to it.
The act of handling your food renders it more respected.
And yes, food can be respected.
Get the family involved.
If a child mashes the potatoes, he's more apt to eat them.
There will be more reluctance to waste food and best of all,
it's far healthier for you.
I won't dwell here, but will say the act of sharing the preparation,
the cooking, the eating, and cleaning up from a meal
is strengthening in many ways.
(Just a weed.)
I tried to type that quietly so I don't get e-flogged.
I'm not going to tell you to go without or shut them off completely.
I get it.
They are part of our lives.
The thing is, they are tools.
Don't let a device control you.
Weather it's a phone or TV or computer, put it in its place.
A phone is a tool to communicate.
A computer is a research tool.
And a television is a tool to entertain.
Here's a personal example:
I used to check my email, blog, etc. in the mornings before work.
 Of course, it's easy to be lured to this or that just by clicking.
"They" know that and do it on purpose.
Once it dawned on me that nothing that comes via email (etc.) is urgent,
I decided to wait until I had a break at work to check.
This has done two things for me - 
it gave me more morning time and
it put a limit on my browsing time.
(Hubby's post-leg vise.)
Also, Maintain.
By maintaining your items, you'll save money 
by not having to repurchase them.
We live in a throw-away society, 
designed specifically to separate you from your money.
Weather it's shoes and shelves or lawn mowers and laundry baskets,
before tossing something, ask yourself if it can be repaired.
Then even if you spend $10 to repair a $100 item, look at it as saving $90.
(Corner of the cabinet.) And lastly ~ Make ~ 
Make something or find a hobby.
The possibilities are endless.
My mom is known as the local cookie lady.
She makes cookies for just about any "special" event in town.
You could make a garden, make a car, make a quilt, make a cabinet.
There are plenty of studies indicating that people who seem to live only for their work tend to die shortly into retirement.
Nobody wants to be that person.
(Sitting on a rock by the river.) All in all, these are very doable tasks.
You don't have to jump in with both feet.
For that matter, you don't have to jump at all.
But if you'd like a bit more peace and a little less chaos,
maybe pick one or two points and work towards them.
It's not a test, nor is it a race.
There's no winner or loser, but with any luck,
you'll (I'll) be more at ease, have clearer thoughts, and feel better overall.

Like I said, June was a rough month.
Feeling off kilter and going 100 mph is a wreck waiting to happen.
I needed to find my center.
Home is my "center."  
In the past week, I've been concentrating on seeing what is important to me and trying to rid myself of those things that aren't that somehow 
finagled their way into my life.
For me, having home in order (or at least somewhat) is grounding.
I think that's a part of the past that we long for.
You could count on dinner at dinner time.
Grandma always grew daffodils.
Uncle Joe could fix anything on wheels.
It's how it was ~ dependable.
When things change gradually, it can be difficult to spot the changes.
Once we figure out just where we are and where we want to be,
it is easier to find the way.
Sometimes, it's necessary to back-track a bit to get back on course.
It works the same for time as it does for road maps.  
Sometimes, looking to the past is the way forward.

Were you born 100 years too late?

Tuesday, July 3, 2018

Cost = Free ~ Part II

The other thing I found recently was this amazing table and chairs.
(This is the picture from the ad that I responded to.)
The folks had just moved and it didn't fit in their new house so it had to go.
She said there were multiple calls between the time I called and made arrangements to pick it up 
and when I arrived.
The cool thing about the table is it has two leaves but no seam down the middle.
(Before I got the cabinet in.)

Our old table worked but was an old one my grandmother had 
that we gorilla glued back together multiple times.

The chairs were recently recovered and I love the color, but they must have changed them when they did so.
I think there should be a plywood form as well.
As is when you sit in the chair, you feel like you’re falling into a big toilet seat.
There is no support so you actually sink into the chair.
I need to pull one apart and make a pattern of sorts.
From there, I can do them one at a time just to make sure one size fits all.
In addition to not having much time lately, 
I haven’t been super excited to get to this,
because it involves pulling staples.
If you’ve never pulled staples on this sort of thing,
Come on over - I’ll learn ya how ­čśë
It will be nice to have them done, and I do have plywood for the job,
Now it’s just that time thing.  

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Cost = Free ~ Part I

There is a tip I'd like to share with you folks.
It's called Craigslist.
It's kinda funny how things work out sometimes.
Several months ago, I found an old "baker's cabinet" listed for free.
It had been in the garage, and he was clearing it out.
It was filthy but I liked the size and shape so inquired.
It was 2 hours away near my hometown 
which I thought might make a good reason to go visit.
(This is the ad photo I responded to.)
Upon inquiring, I couldn't go get it on a weekend.
It had to be Tuesday mornings or Thursday evenings 
or some silly thing like that.

(Linoleum covered work surface which probably saved it in many respects.)
(No paper? No problem! Just write it on the cabinet - really!?!)
(Need more hooks? Just use nails.)
*Sorry for the odd lack of quality on the last couple photos.  My camera settings somehow got switched, and I couldn't undo my work to get more 'before' pictures.
I told him I worked during the week but would see if I could get ahold of a friend to pick it up for me.
By the time I was able to get ahold of my friend and explain what I needed,
the post was gone so I figured I missed it.
Nearly 2 months later, it reappeared.
Evidently, the first time "it fell through," and he lost the phone numbers.
Needless to say, I was able to just text my friend and ask if it was still okay.
He made arrangements and went and picked it up, 
then I got to go down on the weekend and pick it up from them.
It worked out wonderfully.
I made thank you chocolates to take with me.
The cabinet is from the 40s/50s as the original paint was still on the doors.
(The original colors - inside of cabinet doors.)
It's a homemade job as the pencil lines for the shelves 
showed on the back as I was sanding.
The other neat part is it was probably made from "local lumber" as it was a lumber community.  I sure miss the smell of lumber mills running.

After day one~
 I had two different sanders I was using.
This little one got back into the corners better
but wasn't as powerful as the belt sander.
I'm not sure why, but I like leaving a little of the paint in the grain of the wood.
Maybe it's because it reflects its past a bit.  Who knows?

After day two~
Finished sanding and stained/sealed.
I wanted it "just wood colored" and tested a couple different choices 
on the bottom.  I didn't like any of them as was.
Clear was too bright, cherry too orange/yellow, others too dark, etc.
I ended up mixing 'cherry' and 'old American' to get the right tone. 
I don't have the doors done yet but was able to get it in the house 
and out of the shop.
The doors are smaller and much easier to set aside.
I will have to make bottom doors, 
but the hinges were still on the cabinet so I have them.
I love that I have a place to keep my huge bowls.
I will be putting my beeswax/candle making items on the bottom 
but want to wait until I get the doors made so it doesn't get dirty.
I will try to scrub the inside of the upper doors.
If they clean up okay, I think I will leave the inside original
just for a bit of whimsey and surprise.
The only cost was a visit to some friends and a bit of elbow grease.
It's pretty primitive for our home, but I love the functionality of it.

As the saying goes, "One man's trash..."

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Hand Forged Hasp & Hinges

Just have to brag on that sweet man of mine.
Mr. LB forged a set of hinges and a hasp for Hucklebunny Hideaway.
She approves, and I got to tell him she loves him 
almost as much as he loves her.
He really does like her.  
It's kinda cute, but don't tell him I said that.
He won his first blacksmithing competition a couple weeks ago
so that was pretty exciting.
(Never mind the bunny fluff on the hinge.)
Knives are popular due to a show on TV,
 but Mr. LB prefers making tools and mechanical technical sorts of things.
He already has the math skills and metallurgy from his "real" profession
as a metal fabricator so that helps.
We have been gone every weekend for the past month,
 so I'm looking forward to staying home
and catching up on things ~ will be sharing more soon.