Improvements

While I was procrastinating cleaning the basement and our walk-in closet, I decided to repaint the front door.  And not only repaint but change the color. From a tired, faded, dull-looking red…

…to a deep, rich, shiny, olive green.

Plus I cleaned up the brass hardware.

I’m not sure I like the new color.  Change can be difficult.  I think it’s the shininess that has thrown me.  And I usually have something hanging on the door but I want to let this paint harden before I decorate it.

 

The ottoman

I finally finished the reupholstery projects I began last year.  I reupholstered two wingback chairs, one from my mother’s house and one from iPad aunt’s house.

My mother’s chair had a matching ottoman.

I didn’t like the way the top cushion was attached to the base as it was not secure and would wobble no matter how I many times I tried to straighten it.  

Plus it was too fiddly to try to recreate.

To give it the look of two cushions, I cut the side pieces a little bit longer than necessary and sewed a piece of cording about half way down.  Simple.

No progress pictures, just the final.

Working outside

Mr. Aitch and I power washed, cleaned, and scrubbed the deck, deck furniture, and the patio umbrella last weekend.

We had a beautiful tree cut down last fall that overhung the deck as it was getting too big and close to the house. 

It provided a home for hummingbirds one summer and lots of shade but also lots of dirt.  Going to miss that shade.

You can see how close it was to the deck.  The branches were almost touching the back of the house.

I didn’t get a picture of the dirty umbrella when we began but this was a cheap nylon umbrella and for now, I just wanted it semi-clean. I ended up using some dishwasher detergent with bleach (I know that’s a no-no) until I ran out of it.  Had to save some for the dishes!  It’s not the best but it’s better than it was.

Now that the big oak tree isn’t hanging over the umbrella, maybe it won’t get as dirty.

I still need to get more plants.

Robin redbreast

I went out to get the oil changed in my car the other day and when I got back, Mr. Aitch told me that he or rather the house was being attacked by a very persistent robin.

First, the robin would knock on the front door.  Then go to the door to the deck and do the “shave-and-a-hair-cut two-bits” rapping.  It was driving Mr. Aitch crazy!

I witnessed the knocking on the front door soon after I got home so I investigated the door.

The #@*% bird had done his business all over my hanging basket/door decor.  I immediately took it down along with the hook that held it thinking that would keep the bird from attacking the door window.

Not a chance.

So I sent my brother, sister, and sister-in-law the following text:

 

Then I sent an explanation that we were also enjoying a wine, cheese, ham and cracker lunch…

 

 

 

…and the following picture:

So far it’s working.  And no bird droppings on the king of the jungle guarding our front door.