Chikkin Butt? HA HA. And a top 'o the mornin' to you too!
We've had our fair share of this view as we have finally embarked upon....PROJECTUS SEMI-GIGANTICUS! (FinnigantheCurious is very into Harry Potter (again) these days so everying, but everything gets turned into a spell around here.) At last, at last, the outdoor shower and tub area is getting its face lift. Well, actually, it's just getting its face period. As you probably know, when an area actually works, it is quite difficult to make oneself put such area at the top of the "To Do List" because so many other things and areas that don't work are crying (wailing) for one's attention. Well, the outdoor shower and the tub both work, but it 'aint pretty, if you know what I'm saying. Here's how the area looked 4 years ago when we bought the house.
Course, it doesn't look too bad in the picture. It was pretty bad. See that bit of green plastic with the brown bottom up there on the right side of the photo? That was an old, termite infested, sagging almost to the ground greenhouse/workshop thingee. That had to go, pronto. That thing was truly a death trap, and, of course, the place a 2-year-old most wanted to explore.
Gone. And now - a blank spot! A blank spot! Jackdaddy was probably salivating (literally) as this picture was taken just dreaming of a driveway. A manly driveway upon which he could build and destroy and tweak and invent. (Little did he know it would be 2 more years before that project happened. Poor Jackdaddy.)
Plumbing Project #4,679. Running hot water to the shower. Mama must have hot water. Mama does not like cold water. Mama must have hot water.
Workable. Usable. But in dire need of the plan.
So now it looks something like this...
When we put in the driveway, we decided to change the cement pads from square to round. I like this look much better for some reason. At this point we had some ideas mulling around, but nothing felt just right. If we've learned anything, we've learned not to put a bunch of time and money into something if we're not quite sure how we want it. I say we've "learned" that. I still do it almost every day in the garden. I spend half my limited and oh so precious time backtracking and uprooting and moving (and cursing, of course). Such is gardening. Such is not the way when pouring cement or laying flagstone or doing anything that involves large, heavy objects that we pay someone to deliver.
Here's a little preview of where we're headed with this. Two small rounds connected with a large round at slightly different levels. There will also be another big round behind the tub that will sit off to the left side a bit. I think we'll connect those with a kind of hourglass form.
There's me, "helping." I'm quite fond of the jobs that require this kind of "help."
The fire pit will be poured to match the rounds. They'll all be quite thick and chunky and stained with a terra cotta color. Then... let the wild landscaping rumpus start! I'm gonna do all natives, of course. I'm thinking I'll focus on ornamental grasses, gravel paths and such. It's a weird spot and will probably be quite challenging for gardening. The left side of the photo (the east) gets a lot of sun and the other side is very shady due to the huge (ugly,dying, struggling, miserable, did I say ugly?) Catalpa tree, as well as all the Arizona Ashes and trash trees that line the west side of the yard. The Hackberry Arbor, as I like to call it. Oh, well, you do what you can, right? I can't afford to rip them all out and I wouldn't do it anyway. They live, they prosper, and they need nothing from me. I can live with a little bit of ugly, right?
SO...here we are. More to be done this weekend then maybe concrete (coRNcrete as we say in Texas) next week? Yeehaw!
I'm so happy my boy was as thrilled as I. Everything abandoned as he took off after the raccoon...stealth-like, of course. The raccoon obliged by sticking around for quite sometime and giving us a show.
I'm supposed to be cleaning and folding. Instead, I must, must, must show you my Thrifting Thursday finds. Oh, my dears, today was a lovely thrifting day. I set out to find Halloween decorations...instead I cam home with these treasures:
For my small love's room...this absolutely beyond dreamy print. It's called Admiral Stock's Aerial Adventure. Truly, truly, can you imagine anything more dear? It's just the most fantastical, magical thing ever with an adventurer's ship being carried over the ocean by a hot hair balloon. And, oh, the colors...the sky blues and mariner oranges and and sea greens. I was simply carried away when I saw it. Sometimes you just know that something was meant to be yours, don't you? I feel like this painting was just waiting for me. It's all the more endearing because my boys (big and little) are off on a flying adventure as we speak! The small boy will be so, so , so thrilled to come home and find this hanging in his room.
This probably won't thrill you, but I've been looking for one of these forEVER. I keep a basket of seasonal books here for FinnigantheCurious. I often find myself toting the sagging and heaving basket from room to room for reading time. I've been dying to get a wooden book holder with a handle and, ta da! there she was! Just waiting for me right across the aisle from Admiral Stock. Heaven. Heaven, I tell you. The thrifting gods were smiling upon me today. But wait, it's not over yet, just one more lovely...
A gnome cup. A. gnome. cup! Can you imagine someone giving away their gnome cup? Not this Irish girl. I laughed out loud at this point because my luck was so good.The luck o' the Irish, my friends...nothing like it.
And, speaking of Irish, I'm off to have a pint in my new "coffee" mug. The boys are still out and I'm now in (and never the twain shall meet). I'm kinda bummed that I didn't get one single gardening chore done today, but, oh, the list was soooo long and I felt lazy and there was all that thrift karma calling me. Maybe tomorrow.
"I never had any other desire so strong, and so like to covetousness, as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and a large Garden." ~Abraham Cowley, The Garden, 1666