A White Sun Room

As summer is winding down I am re-visiting my friends porch for White Wednesday at Faded Charm. If you have seen a couple of these images before they actually are worth seeing again as her white wicker chaise is so charming and lovely. The other images are new. Again, I bring you Fancy’s white sun room.

Fancy’s sun room is just full of wicker and blue and white objects.  Every time I am in this room she has moved something around. Sound familiar? Please visit Kathleen and the scores of others for more whites.

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Olive

Fancy’s Porch

My friend and neighbor, Fancy, has a Sun Porch with sixteen windows.

It is painted a soft grey with white trim thereby showing off all of those windows.

Fancy fancies wicker. In a big way. I counted fourteen pieces. I may not have counted all of it. Some is vintage and some is reproduction.

Her grown daughter lives with her and recently did not notice a vintage piece Fancy purchased.

It is hiding in plain sight!

Fancy’s friend, I shall call her Social Butterfly, asked me to intervene and stop Fancy from buying more wicker.

What?

I am the last girlfriend on the block to tell a gal to stop shopping!!!

Especially for Vintage.

Fancy  often takes naps on the little wicker bed. Looks like a delightful place to dream.

Fancy has literally hundreds of pieces of blue and white china and ginger jars. She also has some stunning European pieces of pottery.

She and her family are from Peru. The mirror  is Peruvian.

These mirrors are lovely and are all over Fancy’s house in several shapes and sizes.

When her sister visits Peru next I might ask her to buy me a few. 

A tranquil white, blue and pastel Sun Porch composed by the sweetest and kindest person. It reflects her spirit. Light and cheerful.

Thank You Fancy.

P. S. Fancy had no warning I was going to take these photographs.

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Olive

The Left Side of the Street

North Harris Street, Sandersville, Georgia is one of those beautiful sleepy Southern streets.

General Sherman slept on this street, at the Brown House, during the Civil War.  He did not burn down the city.

That was mighty generous of him. I will show this house on another post.

These photos are from houses on the left side of the street driving north on state Highway 15.

It was extremely hot so I never made it to the right side of the street. Yes, I am a wimp.

This house looks like a pink wedding cake!

This house has no paint, just like our old house. They are  made from fat lighter and will not rot but will catch fire easily. It has the best door with lovely details.

This house is my favorite. I think. It is hard to decide. Those columns…gracious!

Look at those porches. Can you see yourself  in a rocking chair reading the paper?

Afternoon tea anyone?

Thanks bunches for joining me on the left side of the street. When I visit the right side of the street you will see the garden at the Brown House.

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Olive

Olive at the Noodle House

I woke up on my forty-eighth birthday in  the yellow house. I wanted to do that. It is a magical place for us. June fourteen, Flag Day, was the day.

Our new neighbor and friend, Fancy, took me out for lunch. We met another friend of hers, who is now my friend. Blessings multiplied.

Then I captured the C-Cat and drove to the old house and Joe said we were going to get CC ,our daughter, at college and have supper.

It could not have gotten any better than that.

But it did!

Joe drove  past the college, after picking up CC,  to Bonaire, Georgia.  In this small town ,close to the Warner Robbins Air Force Base, is the best Vietnamese food. It is the Saigon Noodle House.

I like that name. Say it over and over. I am going to the Noodle House…Noodle House….Noodle House!!! Noodles, Noodles and more Noodles or rice if you like.

I am enamored with this cuisine. Fresh vegetables, lean meats, and thin rice noodles. Yummy!

The people who own it are warm, friendly and just darned nice.

I don’t know what they thought of us, sitting there taking a lot of silly photos.

We three had barbequed pork with grilled shrimp over rice noodles with a little salad all served in a very large bowl. It was unspeakably good.

We were delighted to be together. Can you tell?

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Olive

Yard Sale Part Two

It’s over! We crept down the hill at six O’clock and put out all that stuff.

The good part was our friends. They are happy, cheerful, and helpful. Not to mention generous. I will  show you in a second!

Joe said we had on average nine cars parked on the street the whole morning. It was pretty steady. Here’s Joe in his fishing hat. He does not fish. He is cute. Be still my heart.

SOME of my wares. I was trying to display my stuff in a nice fashion. That lasted for a nanosecond.

Our neighbors had these horns from a longhorn  bull. How about these in your dining room? They did not sell.

The sweetie on the right, I call her Fancy because she is very fancy in all things, hosted this sale in her shady yard. Bless her.

This is Fancy’s daughter, gorgeous I know. She was selling jeans size zero. It’s okay to hate her cause I already told her!

Okay the generous part is this:

Fancy gave me this bird feeder because it was rusty. She doesn’t like rust. Well all righty then. I said I could do something with it.  It is five feet tall and weighs about thirty pounds!

It now  sits right by our side door. Rust and all.

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Olive

Yard Sale Part One

It’s nearly five am. Yikes! I have been awake since four. Crazy I know. I’m cooking turkey sausages for my lovey.

At six am we walk down the hill and start our YARD sale. WOO HOO! It’s going to be a blast. I hope. Our neighbors are super duper organized. There is a sign every which way you turn to get into this neighborhood.

I shall report back later. If I survive the one hundred degree heat it is supposed to be here today! HeHe

I have had a LOT of coffee…you noticed yet?

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Olive

The Rocks Rescue?Olive

Last weekend I was washing a cucumber in the kitchen sink. I peered out the window and saw a squirrel sitting on the bird feeder. I yelled at that critter something like this " GET OFF MY BIRD FEEDER YOU DANG SQUIRREL!" I was quite loud. The critter did not move. I stepped onto the deck and threw a pine cone at him. Gone. For thirty seconds maybe.

A few minutes later the doorbell rings. It is Mr. and Mrs. Rock from next door. Mr. Rock says he heard someone scream over here. Scream? I didn't hear it I say. Then it hits me. Mr. Rock is seventy eight and he has rushed over to rescue me from a squirrel. Mr. Rock says he would never forgive himself if something happened to me. Oh my goodness. These are the best neighbors ever. I tell them I am a heathen girl from the country who yells at squirrels out the window. Then I thank them and apologize. A lot. I promise to refrain from further loud discourse with the squirrels.

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Olive

My New British Friend

We have had our little yellow house for six months now. We have met everyone in the vicinity except for the neighbor closest to us. Everyone told us she had no interest in talking to anyone at all. Interesting. Her dog does not mind eliminating in our yard at all. I have imagined her watching me out of her windows. Her house sits a little above ours. She is elderly and not well we have been told. Three of our trees need to be removed. I told Joe it would be just our luck one of them would fall on something that belonged to the person who did not acknowledge us!

On Sunday we attended the early church service at TrueNorth. Awesome. It. Was. Then we had lots and lots of yellow house stuff to do before returning to our old house. Joe was working on a table and he hung a lovely shabby chic chandelier. I worked in the flower garden. Miniature roses are about to blossom. Yeh. I can't wait to see them. I was fertilizing and watering the roses when our backyard neighbor stepped out on her porch to speak to her grandson who was washing her car. I waved at her. It was literally the first chance I had to wave or speak to her. She is that reclusive. She said welcome to the neighborhood and told me to come over. I did. We talked for thirty minutes. She first told me she was married but her husband lived with a whore. Ahem. How do you respond to that? I really didn't as she kept on telling me about herself. She is from London and has that great British accent. She is charming and blunt in a distinctly British fashion.

Anyone close to me knows I read British mysteries. P.D.James, Ruth Rendell, and Agatha Christie are some of my favorites. To now have an albeit grouchy British friend right in my backyard is splendid. I feel she is lonely and needs cheering a bit. Maybe we can have tea. I will bring scones.

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Cheesestraws and Pie

What does a sense of place mean? I have been reading for the second time Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes. The movie is not at all like the book. She is from Fitzgerald, Georgia. She discusses being a Southern woman at length. How we have a sense of place. Her house in Tuscany, Bramasole, called to her. Call me crazy but I feel the same about our little yellow house. I don't feel it as a status or prestige thing...."my house is better than your". No never that. The yellow house feels right for us. As if it was waiting for us. I am overjoyed that pink camillas are blooming now by the deck. The neighbors have given me their phone numbers and all have said to call for "anything". They say come borrow whatever you need. Is that not all kinds of awesome? This little yellow house has enveloped us and so have our neighbors. They brought homemade cheesestraws and pie. Choclate pie. I sit here in the old house, chilly, cat on lap knowing we have a charming place with delightful people and pie.

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