In country Sampler.
After reading a post from Jen @ Taylor's*Farmhouse*Attic I removed the pictures I took of my Country Sampler article.
She said she was told she couldn't post pictures from her article due to copy right infringements.
I didn't want to delete the entire post, because I love all your comments. They make me feel good!
Linda*
Friday, February 26, 2010
Saturday, February 20, 2010
It's the climb....
I've finally received my long awaited copy of Country Samplers 2010 Home Tour.
Why have I been so anxious?
Well, as many of you know my home is in the issue and my friend Sandy's home is too.
Sandy got her copy first. After checking my mail and not finding my copy I high tailed it to Sandy's house to take a gander.
Aw, the surreal life!
How strange, seeing ones home in print in a magazine I've been ogling for years.
I must say it is pretty....um...well....awsome!
I'm getting off title.
Why the climb?
Isn't that what life is about?
I know it is for me.
To quote a line or two from Billy Ray's baby Miley's big hit...
" Ain't about how fast I get there"
" Ain't about what's waiting on the other side "
" It's the climb"
Below is a post some of you may have already read. It was posted on my web site back in June of 2009, the day after my Country Sampler shoot.
I thought I would re-post it here on blogger,
it's about the climb....
my favorite part of my Country Sampler experience!
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Well, all the lights and cameras that for a brief time filled the rooms of my home along with all the worries and frazzled nerves, are but a memory.
The photographers arrived in Waynesburg early Monday morning, Sandy's house was first.
I had to go meet them, put faces to the voices I had heard on the phone over the course of several months.
I had no idea what to expect. .....
Would I see a fancy car sporting a Country Sampler logo on it's side parked in Sandy's drive filled with props?
I headed east on Lisbon Street.
As Sandy's drive comes in to view I see a simple red SUV, Virginia plates,random letters...letters I later learn are the first initials of each of the Schmidt's pets.
No logo. Props, only a few.
I go inside and meet Esther and Franklin Schmidt, two of the sweetest, down to earth, humble, and the most intelligent people I have met to date.
I hung around to watch one room be shot.
To get an idea of what my future would hold and how much "staging'' would be done.
I quickly learned it wasn't about "staging" but about making a room work in order to get the shot.
Getting just one shot right could take almost an hour.
I wish I could have stayed and watched the Reynolds entire shoot, but I had to head home and....
CLEAN!
I woke early the morning of my shot and decided to make nuts rolls and a pot of coffee for the Schmidt's.
I had told myself and others that I wasn't cooking.
To much work.
How do you pick a food everyone likes?
So much for talk.
Anyway, time to get myself ready.
Let's back up a minute,back to my arrival at Sandy's house and seeing her dressed in.....
Gray top, white capri's.
You see, that is exactly what I had picked out and set aside to wear the day of my shoot.
So, there I stand in front of my closet, with that age old question , what to wear? Nothing would do, but.....
Gray top, white capri's!
The Schmidt's arrived at my house around 9:30 am, unloaded, and went right to work.
My kitchen was first. the only props used in my home were a
a few simple flowers, some of those coming from my flower beds, and the rolls I made. Props first, snack later!
I was right there watching, helping and commenting on each shot being taken. Control freak? Yeah.
The photographs that Franklin captured were breathtaking. Shot from angles with lighting casting beautiful shadows that created a calm stillness.
Work of a true artist.
There was only one shot that I wasn't completely happy with; it was my bed room. Yet, it is still a wonderful shot.
There was a sampler I had hanging over my bed that looked wrong through the cameras eye. We had to find a replacement.
The day had been long and we were all tried, so we settled on a wreath.
I could have found something more primitive.
The shoot had come to an end, time to pack away all the equipment, and say our good byes.
As I sit here and reflect on this journey that started with a simple e-mail from a sweet lady introducing herself,telling me she had discovered photos of my home while web surfing and asking if she could send photos of my home to the editor of Country Sampler and ending with hugs, kind words, tears and new friendships. I wouldn't change a thing...............
Even that darn wreath!
The photographers arrived in Waynesburg early Monday morning, Sandy's house was first.
I had to go meet them, put faces to the voices I had heard on the phone over the course of several months.
I had no idea what to expect. .....
Would I see a fancy car sporting a Country Sampler logo on it's side parked in Sandy's drive filled with props?
I headed east on Lisbon Street.
As Sandy's drive comes in to view I see a simple red SUV, Virginia plates,random letters...letters I later learn are the first initials of each of the Schmidt's pets.
No logo. Props, only a few.
I go inside and meet Esther and Franklin Schmidt, two of the sweetest, down to earth, humble, and the most intelligent people I have met to date.
I hung around to watch one room be shot.
To get an idea of what my future would hold and how much "staging'' would be done.
I quickly learned it wasn't about "staging" but about making a room work in order to get the shot.
Getting just one shot right could take almost an hour.
I wish I could have stayed and watched the Reynolds entire shoot, but I had to head home and....
CLEAN!
I woke early the morning of my shot and decided to make nuts rolls and a pot of coffee for the Schmidt's.
I had told myself and others that I wasn't cooking.
To much work.
How do you pick a food everyone likes?
So much for talk.
Anyway, time to get myself ready.
Let's back up a minute,back to my arrival at Sandy's house and seeing her dressed in.....
Gray top, white capri's.
You see, that is exactly what I had picked out and set aside to wear the day of my shoot.
So, there I stand in front of my closet, with that age old question , what to wear? Nothing would do, but.....
Gray top, white capri's!
The Schmidt's arrived at my house around 9:30 am, unloaded, and went right to work.
My kitchen was first. the only props used in my home were a
a few simple flowers, some of those coming from my flower beds, and the rolls I made. Props first, snack later!
I was right there watching, helping and commenting on each shot being taken. Control freak? Yeah.
The photographs that Franklin captured were breathtaking. Shot from angles with lighting casting beautiful shadows that created a calm stillness.
Work of a true artist.
There was only one shot that I wasn't completely happy with; it was my bed room. Yet, it is still a wonderful shot.
There was a sampler I had hanging over my bed that looked wrong through the cameras eye. We had to find a replacement.
The day had been long and we were all tried, so we settled on a wreath.
I could have found something more primitive.
The shoot had come to an end, time to pack away all the equipment, and say our good byes.
As I sit here and reflect on this journey that started with a simple e-mail from a sweet lady introducing herself,telling me she had discovered photos of my home while web surfing and asking if she could send photos of my home to the editor of Country Sampler and ending with hugs, kind words, tears and new friendships. I wouldn't change a thing...............
Even that darn wreath!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Say it's over !
I know it's February and that means winter for the most part is over...right ?
I mean how long can this crappy weather hang on?
I'm trying to remember the last time we had a winter like this.
I can't recall.
Could it be menopause blurring my memory or is it that we just have a way of forgetting the bad ?
Once something good happens all the crap seems a little less crappy.....gees, I never knew I had such a way with words.
I put things so eloquently at times ( sigh).
A few 70 degree days will make this winter all but a vague memory.
Until then I guess we can do even more indoors.
Like....
Dust...I think I saw a speck.
Bake... My jeans aren't tight enough just yet!
Pop more popcorn and play a couple more games of 500...
that's about the only card game I know except War.
We could clean the closets...AGAIN!! There will be no excuses for a dirty closed this spring!
I need to try to make it to the mall between snow storms to purchase some new sweats and fuzzy slippers, mine are about worn out because I've spent so much time in them.
Oh, why bother trying to go out, I can just order them on line.
Well , I guess I should get up and walk around for a few minutes to get my exercise in for the day.....
then have a cookie for all my hard work ! They're heart shaped with pink icing.
Think Spring!
I mean how long can this crappy weather hang on?
I'm trying to remember the last time we had a winter like this.
I can't recall.
Could it be menopause blurring my memory or is it that we just have a way of forgetting the bad ?
Once something good happens all the crap seems a little less crappy.....gees, I never knew I had such a way with words.
I put things so eloquently at times ( sigh).
A few 70 degree days will make this winter all but a vague memory.
Until then I guess we can do even more indoors.
Like....
Dust...I think I saw a speck.
Bake... My jeans aren't tight enough just yet!
Pop more popcorn and play a couple more games of 500...
that's about the only card game I know except War.
We could clean the closets...AGAIN!! There will be no excuses for a dirty closed this spring!
I need to try to make it to the mall between snow storms to purchase some new sweats and fuzzy slippers, mine are about worn out because I've spent so much time in them.
Oh, why bother trying to go out, I can just order them on line.
Well , I guess I should get up and walk around for a few minutes to get my exercise in for the day.....
then have a cookie for all my hard work ! They're heart shaped with pink icing.
Think Spring!
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Ya'll Knew...Make- Do
Here's what I made with my two ladder back chairs and curtains.
I guess you could call it a make-do settee.
I've made a number of make-do chairs and have been wanting to try a settee.
I'm pretty happy with the results. I did cut the fabric a little to
short on the seat cushion and I didn't have another curtain to cut up,
so I'll just have to live with my mistake.
I filled the cushion with down for an early look.
I know the fabric looks black and white,
but, it's black and dark cream.
Many of you ask if I would post photos and instructions of my project.I'm sorry to say that I got so engrossed in the project it's self I didn't take time to take
photos of my work in progress.
Now don't fret!
My dear sweet blogging buddy Lisa of Primitives From Above did a tutorial recently
explaining how she made her make-do chair and she was kind enough to let me add
a link to her tutorial.
My settee was made using the same basic process Lisa used.
For the settee two chairs are placed side by side and held together by placing
one piece of plywood across the back and front, just like Lisa did with her chair.
Make sure the chairs seat form a straight line in front.
The front legs will be together, but there will be a gap between the back legs.
In the past I tacked the fabric on the chair.
This time I measured and sewed
the fabric, almost like making slip covers.
Thanks to everyone who commented on my " What Do You Get" postit was fun reading your comments,
and a special thanks to Lisa for sharing!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
What do you get ...
When you take a nail gun,
a jig saw,
plywood,
some quilt batting,
a couple pairs of black and cream buffalo check
curtains no longer being used,
2 old ladder back chairs,
and an amateur seamstress ( namely me)?
2 old ladder back chairs,
and an amateur seamstress ( namely me)?
Give me a couple days and I'll show ya.
I'll bet you have a pretty good idea!
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