Thursday, June 7, 2012

An Old Door Finds a New Home

  When I discovered the old barn door from my dad's farm, I knew that one day it would find it's home in this cubby.   I never dreamed it would also mean 2 gallons of paint and 4 days of  redecorating.
I said good-bye to the gold and sage and burgundy color scheme and welcome polished silver and white. 
 It's funny how much a couple of gallons of paint  can change things.   We are finding the change very soothing and it seems to make my small white ironstone collection and the crown molding pop as well as landing new homes to some of the architectural pieces that I have found.    Hubby arched the old barn door and hung it in place.   Someday  I hope to have a stencil made to apply to the door that reads, " Shores Farm...Waves of grain since 1968.  I will distress it to make it look like it's been there all along.
 One year when my dad came for a visit to FL from Indiana he had found some old milk containers and gave them to me.  I was thrilled because my dad never really gave the gifts out at our home.    I later found the old milk box so it was a perfect match for this vignette as my father had had a milk route before he left for the Korean War.   I am pleased that this is all in place before Father's Day.  I guess this daddy's girl is missing her daddy!  
From my dad's barn wood, hubby made the shelf on the wall and the cabinet doors below the t.v.
As you can tell I have been doodling with PicMonkey to achieve the lettering for my someday sign.    It is so easy too.  In fact there has been a lot of doodling around here lately.  My home is taking on what I would call a Coastal Farmhouse vibe.    I am far from being finished but off to a rewarding start.
With all of my family treasures in one place now, from my mother's Longenburger baskets to my Great great Grandmother's quilts and now my Father's farm wood.  I feel surrounded by those whose lives have made me who I am today.
I feel HOME.
This week I am joining Show and Tell Friday
At My Romantic Home
The Shabby Nest
Funky Junk's SNS 

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Farm Treasures

 A year ago I had to make the trip back home to Indiana to sell my Dad's farm.  It was a very emotional trip for me.
I didn't grow up on this farm as it had been purchased to be a hobby farm for my Dad and his Father.  So instead of the lake cottage that my mother had dreamed about I spent summers riding ponies and playing with my cousins all around the farm and in the barn's huge hay loft.  Most importantly I spent time by my dad's side as he worked on projects in the barn.
The later part of my Dad's life was lived out here.
He loved his farm and the barn and buildings were his craft/play rooms as he restored wonderful antique cars there.
 As I drove up the lane to the farm I remember how he had planted tiny little blue spruce trees.  Sometimes the weeds were taller than the trees but they survived and in the beauty of that fall day I felt his spirit move in the breeze among the trees.
 It was sad to see the disrepair that the barns were in.  His farm had been in a life estate and after my Father's death his widow moved back to her own home and let her family live there and so the story goes.   
 All of my Father's things had been sold at auction but I was in hopes of finding something that I could treasure.  I asked the soon to be new owners of the farm if they would mind if I took some barn wood from the fallen buildings to try to make a farm table and a few other items from the wood.  I think he was thrilled hoping that I would have taken more.
Why is it that hubby's always take pictures like the one above this?   Needless to say a diet started after this trip!!
 I was thrilled with my fallen discovery.
This wonderful old door was rescued and I will show you in my next post just what we did with it.
And of course this photo was cropped for the sake of your eyes and my pride.