Monday, November 21, 2016

From Persimmon to Cuban Cigar. The story of a chesterfield...

She was glorius
and flirtatious
in her day
The bright orange chesterfield that I brought home for a song


 ..But after a few years
her color was
well
a bit limiting....
and she needed to move to the family room. 
And Orange wasn't gonna cut it.

After a bit of searching
and calling around to local upholstery and leather refinishing places
I recieved a quote of over $1000 clams to change Orange to brown.
nope.
 Then... I came across a product that 
promised it could
 restore....and re-color leather.
Created by a mother daughter team in California...
the site is full of hopeful testimonials and pictures...even videos.
after a phone call with the owner
I decided to plunk down the 39 bucks and try it out...


The hardest part was picking the dye color...
Even got MY  87 year old Mamacita in on the game
yes her shirt says OBVI. as in ...ously
yes. Grandma B is cool.

It was unbelievably easy...we sponged it on
and it took less than an hour.
I kid you not

I wanted to allow some of the orange to show through...as wear
or a bit of distress. I didn't want a single color
but the look of time and age...



I got out a thin paintbrush to finish around cording and other hard to reach places
It was stunningly easy.
Easy Peasey easy.

 From Persimmon Orange
to Cuban Cigar Brown
Just. Like. That.


That was fun.
It has been jumped on, pawed at, slept on, played on
...and is holding up beautifully



And it has the Finnegan and Pearl
seal of Great Dane approval.
'cuz if they ain't happy....
.
 well, you know.

Re-do thee some leather.
stat.


Tuesday, September 27, 2016

A moment to reflect....

I return from Greece and the refugee camps...different. And while I know I helped individual babies...individual mothers. The big picture is soo bleak for these resilient souls. With spotty internet, I did journal along the way on my facebook page. This is simply one of those entries.

Thank those of you that supported my efforts...Ongoing support is still needed and there is a link at the end of my post.

September 16th, Kahlachori Greece

I've been to and worked at three of the refugee camps surrounding Thessaloniki Greece. Each is Different from the other. Some are predominantly Kurdish. Others more Arab and Iraqi. Yet...each camp, inside, has the acrid smell of rotting garbage and raw sewage. 




I worry that I may be getting used to this mishandled crush of humans and poor poor infrastructure. Something seen and done regularly ( and we do work every day. Dawn till dusk) can quietly become "normal". 

The smell, however, slaps me, and wakes me each time.
 Here these beautiful bright eyed children, these often college educated women create moments of normalcy in the makeshift shelters they call home. Through grit, resilience and often, the help of each other... They wait for the day their country stitches itself back together. I desperately want to change this for them. It hurts how much I want to.


I had to stop by a young mothers tent to deliver a package of food this afternoon. On the way, I was met with the beaming face of Amina... (I had sat down with this pregnant mom earlier in our clinic tent, assessing her situation). It was no different from meeting a neighbor on the street at home. Arms reaching out, she brought me to her with a kiss on each cheek, beckoned me to sit. There was one dingy broken chair outside the row of tents. She hurriedly brought it over gesturing me to sit. I sat. I so happily sat. A spoon of Nutella she had been licking, was offered to me. It was a decadent treat and she wanted to share. I tried to suggest she eat it, gesturing to her growing belly.... But her eyes and her beaming smile and her spoon of chocolate insisted. And so we shared a spoonful of Nutella. Three other mothers came over and joined us. The spoon was passed and Sweet black Syrian coffee was offered in thimble sized plastic cups. And there we sat, us five, on a damp and muddy floor, with laundry hanging to dry on the tent roping. We giggled We joked. We shared.
Perhaps...the best sharing I have done in a long long while.
They ARE us. We ARE them.

You can donate to this valiant and small non profit that is doing important work  Here
You can spread awareness....ask your politicians and the UN to allow these refugees a home. In Europe...In our country.



Sunday, September 4, 2016

Heavenly New Hampshire. Invisible friends....and muddy dogs.

I was lucky enough to take a little respite from
our tropical temps read hellishly hot and head to cool and crisp (ish) 
New Hampshire
I met my daughter
who had just culminated a three month environmental conservation internship
in the beautiful Lake District
remember the movie
On Golden Pond?
THIS is the golden pond where it was filmed.
yep.

maybe my most treasured part of the trip
was meeting my long time 
invisible friend's
Joan, Dan and the girls
Such a beautiful, warm and authentic
family. I loved them!

They generously introduced me, not only to their beautiful home and property
which is no less than true art
But to their beloved community and state...





That kitchen....Even better than any image I have seen
and while I always joked I would be happy to live in their 
glass refrigerator as they were rebuilding....

My wish came true!

these glimmering dog bowls made me smile.

The light in their house was stunning to wake up to
and I'm pretty sure I used that word 1.998.567 times.
the ceilings unusually tall for an antique new England home
made it so happy and light and full of welcome.


the barn room with the original untouched barn door


Their true love and respect for their antique beauty
more than once Joan mentioned just being the caretaker
is so evident. It was impossible for my camera to do it justice

original barn beams....with milagro love.
the next day, they introduced me to some well loved
and curated and historical towns
that dot  New Hampshire . I loved the tour!

But....
Their girls.
oh those black shiny happy beautiful girls
Ella, Louise and Magnolia...
Be still my heart.
I fell in love. Hook Line and Sinker.
::thunk::



They followed me everywhere
so...maybe....I had a few treats...

pointing out their favorite
places...




we walked down the road 
on a cool canopied walk
to a nearby  lake and some falls




 
this reminded me of Joan and her house full of "shells" or "ears"...or there is some other word for these interesting little tree growths.

Their property...and the entire area is pastoral. Bucolic.
And I could not think of a better introduction
and ambassador to New Hampshire.




 Our travels took us throughout New Hampshire
we enjoyed hiking in the White mountains
and whale watching on the choppy  seas of Portsmouth



 and as we drove we listened to the sound track of Hamilton
which seemed oddly appropriate

 we had a blast meeting and leading a team of rescued/retired iditarod race dogs through the
gorgeous White Mountains...Muddy Paws

 The name was appropriate!






 I adored the granite state....and am ready to call it home
I just need to talk a few others around here into it :)

Shout out to a few AirBnB's that we loved . It was my first experience using them
and it was fabulous!

this one in Laconia

And this fabulous carriage house in Portsmouth


Back to the tropics
::sigh::






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