Merry Christmas

Given that it’s the week before Christmas, I’ve decided to keep it light and have turned the blog over to Baxter. In the meantime, I’m still working on the house behind the scenes and will have lots more DIY for you in the new year.

Well, it’s been really nice hanging out with y’all this week. Julia says this is my last post for the year, though, and that I have to wish y’all Merry Christmas.

I’m a little sad to be saying goodbye, but here goes. Merry Christmas everybody.

Baxter in front of the Christmas tree

(Note from Julia: I take no credit for this Christmas scene. This is not our tree, not our stockings, not our fireplace, not our house. Obviously, it is our (solemn) dog. Thanks to my brother- and sister-in-law Greg and Kristine for hosting all of us for a relaxing pre-Christmas get-away. And for taking a cute photo of our favourite guy.)

Getting along like cats and dogs

Given that it’s the week before Christmas, I’ve decided to keep it light and turned the blog over to Baxter. In the meantime, I’m still working on the house behind the scenes and will have lots more DIY for you in the new year.

These photos are old. I don’t know how long in dog months, but y’all saw on Monday that there’s nothing green outside these days. I wanted to show y’all how hard I’m working to be friendly with the kitty-cats.

First, Easter ignores me, even when I give her my most puppy-dog-eyes through the window.

Baxter and Easter

Then she comes closer. I stand very still–except for my tail which I keep wagging.

Baxter and Easter

Finally, our eyes meet, and she sits down. She sticks her tongue out at me, which is okay ’cause I’m pretty sure she’s just being licky and not actually being rude.

Baxter and Easter

She stays for a few minutes, but then she hops down and runs away. When we’re both outside together, she never lets me get this close. I have to admit to y’all that sometimes I’ve been a bit impatient and chased her. I just want her to be my friend.

I think Easter has maybe found a new friend. We haven’t seen her around the farm much in the last little while. We’ve all looked for her–I did my very best sniffing. Julia was saying all kinds of not nice things about coyotes and cars, but then Easter came back one day for a little while. Now Julia and Matt think she’s found an attractive he-cat with a warmer barn somewhere in the neighbourhood. I hope she hasn’t found a dog she likes better than me.

Ralph is still around, and she’s not running away from me as fast now. I think she’s a little lonely without Easter. She still won’t let me get close, but I’m hoping that for Christmas we can be friends. Wouldn’t that be the bestest present ever?

I shall sing you the song of my people

It’s a week before Christmas, and I’ve turned the blog over to Baxter. In the meantime, I’m still working on the house behind the scenes and will have lots more DIY for you in the new year.

As a southern gentleman, I pride myself on being quiet and calm. However, every afternoon, I am overcome by my inner party animal. I blame the Boxer side of my personality.

Matt walks in the door, and I just have to pick up my kong and play it like a trumpet.

It shows Matt how happy I am that he’s home and how wonderful he is and how much I love him. But it’s not at all dignified.

As I come back into myself, sometimes I end up in a no-dog’s-land where I’m not sure who I am or what I’m doing. It’s a very confusing place. I end up sitting there with the kong and no idea how to get rid of it.

Seriously y’all, it’s hard to be a distinguished gentleman when I’m sitting there with a rubber cone hanging out of my mouth.

Any advice for helping me to control my excitement? Or any suggestions of tunes I should learn to play? What song do you think Matt would really appreciate?

Just call him Gilligan

Given that it’s the week before Christmas, I’ve decided to take it easy and have turned the blog over to Baxter. In the meantime, I’m working on the house behind the scenes and will have lots more DIY for you in the new year.

Matt and Julia make fun of me a lot for how much I love my bed. I don’t see why. They have “the most comfortable couch in the world.” I have the most comfortable bed in the world. But they won’t even call it a bed. All the time, they call it my “boat.”

Baxter wearing a hat

I guess technically, with the ring around the outside it kinda looks like a dingy. Boat, bed — who cares? What’s most important is the boat is very cozy, and I can do all kinds of snuggles.

I can lounge on the deck with my sleeping bag.

Baxter in his dog bed

If I feel like there’s bad weather coming, I can hunker down in the hull–of course with a paw out in case I need to paddle.

Dog in a dog bed

Sometimes I like to pretend it’s wavy and roll around (although it’s always embarrassing when they catch me kicking off my covers).

Dog asleeep in a dog bed

Since the boat docked at the farm, I haven’t even sat in Matt’s chair. Now, I just sail around the house, floating and dozing.

It’s a captain’s life for me.

Snow dog

With just a week to go ’til Christmas, I’ve decided to keep it light and turned the blog over to Baxter. In the meantime, I’m still working on the house behind the scenes and will have lots more DIY for you in the new year.

Being that I’m a Kentucky boy, Matt and Julia aren’t sure how much experience I’ve had with snow. Well, I’m keeping that bit of information to myself. But I will tell y’all that snow has come to the farm.

Julia said how some of y’all had been asking for snowy pictures, so I told her to put on her boots, put on my leash (on me not on her), pick up the camera and get out there!

Hiking through snowy woods with the dog

Julia and you other humans just can’t appreciate how sniffy snow is.

Baxter sniffing in the snow

When I’m not sniffing underneath, I’m sniffing over top. It may look here like I have a chilly foot, but this is just my point pose. I’m a natural.

Dog's snow-covered paw

It has been pretty cold here, and I’ve had to tripod it a few times. It’s hard to be a (figurative) cool dude when you’re hobbling around on three legs, but I don’t let it slow me down much.

Full speed ahead through the thick woods means that more than my feet get snowy.

Snowy dog

In case you can’t tell, Kentucky boy or not, I’m a natural snow dog.

Frank Lloyd Wright at the farm

Each fall when Matt and I go to his aunt’s and uncle’s cottage, we sleep in the back sunroom. Surrounding us at the top of every single window are beautiful stained glass panels made by Matt’s uncle Bill. The first time we visited, I remarked on the beauty of the shapes and the colours in the windows. Uncle Bill said, “That’s a Frank Lloyd Wright pattern.” I knew of Frank Lloyd Wright, of course, but I wasn’t that familiar with his work, so once at home I looked up his windows and found the Coonley playhouse with its fabulous windows.

A few years later, when we’d moved into our first house, Bill said, “I should make you a stained glass.”

Now, the thing that you should know about me is that if you offer, I’m always going to say yes. So I said, “Absolutely. Yes, please. That would be wonderful. I’d like one like you have in your sunroom please.” I went home and measured the dimensions of our dining room window and sent them off to Bill.

A few months later, Uncle Bill and Aunt Helen showed up at Christmas with a long package wrapped in bright poinsettia patterned fabric. Inside was our very own Coonley playhouse stained glass.

Coonley playhouse Frank Lloyd Wright inspired stained glass panel

When we sold our first house, I ever so carefully took down the window, wrapped it and brought it to the farm. Just like at the last house, I hung it in the dining room. When Bill was here a few weeks ago, I made him pose for a picture.

Coonley playhouse Frank Lloyd Wright inspired stained glass panel

This window faces east, so each morning when I eat my breakfast, beautiful colours are cast over the room as the sun rises. At our last house, the stained glass panel fit perfectly within the frame of the window and spanned right across the top. The dimensions of the dining room window are a little different than at our last house, and Bill keeps offering to cut the stained glass to the right size, but I don’t want to lose any of the wonderful pattern. Plus, I have lots of good memories from our first house and knowing this window was there first is a nice reminder.

Here’s a detail shot so you can see some of the different types of glass. There’s pebbled glass, wavy glass and clear, along with all of the coloured shapes.

Coonley playhouse Frank Lloyd Wright inspired stained glass panel

According to the MOMA web site, the brightly coloured shapes are supposed to “suggest balloons, confetti, and flags.” Happy things. And happiness is what I feel when I look at this window.

Thank you, Bill!

Do you have any stained glass at your house? Have you ever made stained glass? Are there any Frank Lloyd Wright fans out there?

Freeze up

We’re at the time of the year when temperatures are rising and falling day-to-day. A week ago, the thermometre crept into double digits (up to 50º for those tuned to the Fahrenheit scale). This week, we’re having wind chills in negative double digits (down to 0º Fahreneheit). As a result, the view of the pond is constantly changing.

One day it looks like this.
Ice forming on a pond

The next day, the darkness of the water has expanded and the thin coating of ice around the edges has completely receded.

Our pond doesn’t like to freeze. It is helped in its quest to stay liquid by the creek that is constantly running fresh flowing water. Even here though, the cold takes hold and ice forms.

Ice covered grasses over a flowing creek

After a couple of days of cold temperatures and snow flurries, the darkness of the water is gone, replaced by ice.

Fuzzy cattails on the shore of a frozen pond

We’re not quite ready for skating yet, but we’re getting there.

What’s the weather like where you are? Does your thermometre count in Celsius or Fahrenheit? Anyone follow the Kelvin scale?

Where to buy inexpensive cloth napkins

Last year for our Christmas party, I really wanted green napkins. I went to all of the usual stores, and even though it was just a month before Christmas, I had absolutely no luck. Then in July at Value Village, I found a dozen dark green napkins.

Dark green table napkin

Christmas was honestly not the first thing on my mind in July, but I knew I’d use the napkins and the price was much more reasonable than at any of the usual stores, so I bought them.

We use cloth napkins all the time at our house, and I’ve had the most success finding napkins at a decidedly unusual source: the dry cleaner.

You know the rack of abandoned clothing? One day at the cleaners, hanging from the rod alongside the shirts and trousers and outdated suits were dozens of napkins clothespinned to wire hangers.

I picked out a set of gold and a set of chocolate.

Where to buy inexpensive cloth napkins

They must have been from a nursing home or restaurant because there were so many of them. It’s been a few years since I bought them, but I’m sure I paid less than a dollar each. They’re all large and nice thick fabric.

The one issue with formerly institutional napkins is that some of them are stamped on the back side.

Stamp on a cloth napkin

For me, that’s a small price to pay to get 12 napkins for less than $10.

Do you use cloth napkins or paper? Where do you usually buy your napkins? Have you ever bought anything at the dry cleaner?

Last minute gift: Hand made wooden monogram

Usually I’m a last minute shopper/crafter when it comes to gift giving. (Exhibit A: I’ve done absolutely no Christmas shopping yet). However, back in March, inspiration struck and I whipped up a little gift for my sister and her husband. My plan was to give it to them as a housewarming present. Never mind that at that point they hadn’t even started building their new house.

Well, the house is done, and they’ve moved in, so the present has now been presented… and now it’s time to share it with all of you. Just in time for those looking for a simple craft to make as a Christmas present. Sorry that you don’t get to actually unwrap it like my sister did.

Wooden initials medallion

I was inspired by the wooden monograms created by Jamie Givens that I spotted through Pinterest. Mine is nowhere near as large or as professional as Jamie’s, but I’m pretty pleased with how it came out nonetheless.

This medallion ended up being about 12 inches in diameter. I used pencil tied to a string tied to a nail as a makeshift compass to draw the outer circle and then two more lines for the inner rings. A couple of vertical and horizontal lines finished off the letters. Then, I used my drill to make a hole for my saw blade and my jigsaw to cut out the initials.

A handheld jigsaw and my limited skill level means the lines are not perfectly straight, but I’m not sure how many people will notice that (except for all of you now that I’ve pointed it out). I tried to fix some of my mistakes during the sanding stage, but it was difficult to get the sandpaper into all of the nooks and crannies. The ‘D’ ended up being a bit stencil-ish, as I realized part way through cutting that I needed some way of keeping the centre of the letter still attached (duh).

My one piece of advice to anyone who tries this project is to be careful what wood you choose. I started with some planks I had lying around in the barn, and hidden splits became visible really quickly when my medallion broke in two. Plywood would probably work pretty well, as long as you don’t mind seeing the layers on the edges.

It’s neat to see how letters and names go together. In my sister’s case, she and her husband have a pretty symmetrical monogram. How about you and your partner? How do your initials combine? Have you made any gifts this holiday season? Do you usually make or buy gifts for people? Any go-to housewarming (or Christmas) gift suggestions to share? Who else is a last minute gifter? Please tell me someone else out there hasn’t started shopping yet.

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