i find these the most hilarious things you can ever see.
it’s for a very personal happy reason.
it has to do with foam and bare feet and a child bride.
when i was 18 and just married and bob left the home
. . . décor . . .
shall we say?
up to me . . .
well. let’s just say . . .
if he ever doubted in his beautiful. patient. and loving mind
that he had married a child bride . . .
~ he was almost 30 remember ~
and i was still a teen ager . . .
well let’s just say that . . .
after a dose of my “decorating” for a few years
he never doubted the child bit again.
i did grow up of course.
and I did get better. but for awhile it was a little
like that movie for him coming home . .
you know . . . ‘the little shop of horrors!’
only it wasn’t a man eating plant.
it was a garish wall.
among other things.
but i’m getting ahead of my story.
i was always a minimalist. as we’ve covered before . . .
must have just been a quirk born in me!
he never had to worry about my spending his fortune
on frou frous ~ knicky knackys ~
or even genuinely beautiful and expensive antiques.
(more’s the pity there … some would say!)
i had a peculiar weakness.
a flaw some might call it!
as definitely would my mother -in- law . . . hahaha.
and speaking of my lovely mother in law. the lady.
who was a fine woman by the way. just not a particular fan of mine . . .
like in . . . i’m sure she had better plans for her son!
this is EXACTLY whom she looked like.
they could have been twin sisters. i am telling the absolute truth here.
they even wore their hair EXACTLY the same!!! intriguing to say the least!
just ask the marine.
and this was her usual face for me. it especially was for my EARY décor days!
LOLOLOL!! well. you just might as well laugh. or you’d have to cry.
now. most especially now . . .
as much as i adore the calmness of white in all it’s incarnations
especially when it’s combined with gorgeous various woods . . .
well. just love it that’s all.
a rather odd thing.
all through my life I’ve also gone through times
when i just CRAVE COLOR !
beautiful deep brilliant hues.
i crave color sometimes like some people crave
like it’s … you know …
now. for the explanation of why the opening picture on this post . . .
~ some of you may even remember these ~
and wondered WHO on earth would ever buy one?
well. i’m here to tell you. i did. i bought 2 of ’em.
after all. we’ve got two feet haven’t we? LOLOL.
COOL ? RIGHT ?
you are going to need your imagination here a little.
because the original real things were impossible to find on the internet.
and thank god they were never immortalized on my wall
by an actual camera.
so this is the closest i could get.
picture mine about 4 feet tall or more. EACH of them!
i’m 5 feet 1 and 1/2 now. ~ i’ve lost half an inch somewhere since then.
at the time if i stood them on end ~ i could darn near hide behind them.
now. picture them made out of FOAM.
yup. just like those foam fingers.
it gets much much worse.
now. picture them without an arch. they looked more like
duck feet with toes. UGLY duck feet with toes actually.
darn. and i like ducks too. i love ducks.
heck. maybe that’s why i bought’em in the first place.
but that’s not all.
first i painted the wall . . .
THIS shade of green . . .
it makes me want to whisper. it is shouting for both of us.
and the only ‘text’ i can think to add is . . .
“i think i’m gonna be sick.”
you must understand.
my darling bob came from a family that was . . .
well. let’s just say . . . his mother was uber refined.
the woman seldom spoke above a whisper.
they were wealthy. they lived in the middle of a golf course.
they had acres of BEIGE carpet. and parquet. and heavy silver. and a gravel drive.
and . . . well. you get the picture.
back to the wall.
(an unfortunate phrase if ever there was one).
i was never so excited. i stood back and pictured my handiwork.
i had done it over a weekend that bob was gone to a conference.
it was late autumn. almost thanksgiving.
i was excited too because i was hosting my first
thanksgiving dinner for his parents in just a few days.
it was to be a surprise for EVERYBODY!
if his gag reflex kicked in he covered it very well.
he hugged me a bear hug and exclaimed “WOW!” then asked . . .
“what’s for dinner good-lookin’ ?
~ do you think it’s too cold to eat out on the patio?”
oh. did i mention the green wall with the giant yellow feet was
in the dining room?
yup. giant yellow foam feet walking up a lime green wall.
duck feet that is. with toes.
or… maybe the yeti?
through the years my taste matured.
never would i be my mother in law.
but then her home. house. was entirely done
by a professional designer.
little did she know that her daughter-in-law
would grow up to be certified to do the same thing.
so. who got the last laugh?
well. that wasn’t nice.
but when yellow foam feet are in your past resume’ ~
you kind of go on the defensive.
my taste now is an electic blend of simply livng life.
a bit more toned down i guess you’d say.
than it used to be. thank goodness. lol.
but I still like color. in splashes. and often in
my favorite whites ~ with various woods ~ predominantly ~
still with sometimes brilliant happy colors that lift my soul.
but . . . not walls now!
more like a very few pillows maybe.
or like my favorite david hockney painting . . .
i showed you at the wee blink bonnie.
it followed me to the wren house.
it’s over the fire place here.
only mine is minus the writing.
this transports me every time.
bob came home once to our bedroom painted dark brown.
i’d had to put on 5 coats to get it covered properly.
FIVE coats !! !!
then this 18 year old sister parish complemented her walls with
a multi colored big splashy modern comforter on the bed.
the comforter was in . . . brilliant oranges … different shades … and yellow…
and lime green … as i remember.
dear god. that poor man.
my taste was all in my mouth those early days.
and how odd! because my own mother had beautiful taste.
she always kept a lovely artistically free but gorgeous home.
it FELT very much like what it was ~ a wonderful lived-in HOME.
so go figure!
I was really sewing my domestic oats! AS IT WERE! LOL.
i had a palette! and freedom with it for the first time in my life!
i simply got carried away.
and lest ye be quick to judge… remember….
that was the era of
peter john ringo and paul.
and mary quant and the flower children.
goldie . she and i are the same age.
and little white go go boots.
yes! i had a pair! LOL. oh my.
and will ye remember
in those days there was no HGTV.
nor home depot nor lowes ads.
probably wouldn’t have watched anyway.
bob’s comment after hearing about my slaving over the
5 coats of dark brown . . .
on our bedroom wall . . .
“well. when there’s a tornado
we know which room to go stand in now.
the paint’ll hold it up.”
what a kidder.
my bathroom did not escape.
I had “themes” for the bathroom.
that seemed to warrant a change every few weeks.
once it was snoopy. everything snoopy.
then maybe plaid. then maybe cats. then . . .
oh. you get the horrible picture.
once he finally told me
“tammy just leave my g… damn toothbrush alone. that’s all i ask.”
when he didn’t call me honey or good-lookin’
i was in trouble.
i seem to remember … color co-coordinating his tooth brush or something.
what? you say?
she had too much time on her hands?
oh no. i was holding down a full time job at the
savings and loan.
nope. just a decorating dopehead. that was me. was i.
and bob? during those brief child bride years?
well. he just kept loving me. he did.
especially after his tooth brush was off limits.
i finally learned to tone it down a bit.
but i think he simply delighted in my exuberance.
lets face it. two yellow feet greeting one at breakfast
is definitely exuberant.
sort of like a lower extremity star bucks!
and here’s a little colorful treat . . .
in case you haven’t already known about it.
she’s in my side bar.
very talented and fun.
a great pick me up for a cold almost spring day!
jane coslick cottages
i know some of you visit already.
and speaking of tricia rose. now THERE’s a talented lady.
her blog is in my sidebar too.
‘cabin on the water.’
just go and click on it when you’re through here if you want to.
she makes the most beautiful hand made natural rough linens.
i’ll swear! and she’s a documentary film maker too.
check that out too. so cool.
there we go with the exuberant thing again.
i really thought i’ve outgrown that.
leaving you here
with just a very few pictures from jane’s site.
and when you visit . . .
it’s lots of fun just browsing through her archives.
she takes old cottages and makes them new and fresh
the woman’s not afraid. she’s downright joyful.
a cool one on a hot day
sometimes just for fun ~ she uses white fairy lights
all year round. they’re not just for christmas you know.
what kid wouldn’t love these?
i want the top please.
and also i visit her blog . . . just
because every now and then we get a peek at
he’s a keeper.
here’s to more color in your life old bean.
just remember. leave their tooth brush alone!
til soon old bean.