Camera Found, Kitchen Stalled, Time Lost, A Mistake Corrected, And A Blogger Introduced

Whew!

If that seems like a laundry list of a blog post title,

that's because it is. Lots to cover.

 My camera, missing for a few days, has come home to Mama, and Mama is happy.

And you know how it is in any home:

If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy.

So welcome to That Old House, on a gray and dreary Thursday.

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What with my Dad having been sick, and one thing or another, I've lost almost 2-weeks' worth of kitchen painting days, so today after tossing up this post I'll be tossing more paint on the walls, and fiddling with a last bits of wallpaper.

On my own.  

If you hear a soft muffled desperate cry for Help later today, that will be me,

buried under a pile of damp gluey toile paper. 

Dion seems worried.

The latest kitchen pictures, taken today:

 The Biscuit color paint is on the half wall beneath the dado molding, and the wallpaper is up in the kitchen and in the little coat landing at the top of the cellar stairs.  The almost-white trim color is not yet on the door arches, and the landing isn't painted yet. 

So where did the stuff from the big old cupboard go?  Some of it is here!

We're getting there.  I've told our expected Thanksgiving guests that if the kitchen is not

finished by November 25th . . . they are just to avert their eyes, and not look.

This is my table-scape for today.  Not really linky party worthy, is it?  :-P

But I've linked to Gina's Transformation Thursday at The Shabby Chic Cottage.  Visit here!

This transformation isn't complete, but it's well on its way.

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Now, a boo-boo in a past post, pointed out to me by both of my daughters . . . 
We can always rely on our children to catch our mistakes.  Helpful little buggers, aren't they?

On Halloween, I posted a picture of Annie at 4 years old,

in a Princess costume.  I was wrong.

She was 3 years old, and wearing a Maid Marion costume.  Anne was a big Maid Marion fan,

and since I made all the girls' costumes, they got to design their own each year.

Alida was 4 that year, chose to be Peter Pan, and was highly incensed that people mistook her for Robin Hood. 

She still can't understand the mistaken identity thing.

Even though the costumes for Disney Peter Pan and Disney Robin Hood are pretty much interchangeable,

and she was with Maid Marion, after all. 

Maid Marion of course could not fathom why her sister wanted to be a boy for Halloween.

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And speaking of relatives . . . .

My niece Emily, who lives with her husband Mike in Virginia, has a blog.

I was in my 20s and single when Emily was born, and therefore I worshiped her

and thought she was absolutely perfect.  Well, she still pretty much is.

Emily has put together a lovely blog, and she's a good writer.

It chronicles their adventures renovating an old Craftsman house, including the removal of some amazingly awful and

scarifying old wallpaper, and their tending of some acres of neglected land.

I love this house; it reminds me of our last home, which was also a Craftsman.

Emily's Monday post is about Halloween.
(Scroll down one post).

She used the house and the yard -- creative and spooky and fun.

Black & white, rather Edward Gorey-ish.

Emily is an accomplished artist; she did so much with dollar store stuff and talent.

And she sent me off on a Google search for Mrs. Riddell's ghost stories,

which I have never read.

If you visit Emily at her A Small House And A Large Garden blog, please say Hi from Aunt Cassy!

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If you are in North Jersey today, don't forget an umbrella. 

I never use one because I'm convinced an umbrella is a lethal weapon,

and I will poke someone's eye out with it,

but if you are willing to carry that dangerous tool of eye-poking-out-ness,

do so, because it is raining like Whoa!

Stay dry!  -- Cass