Ya’ll, this was a ‘grammar worry’ writing the title right up there; did I write it correctly? Let me know. *wipes blogging sweat from forehead*
I hinted a few weeks ago about sharing a photo of our fabulous dining room table at our mountain home. It was created to just the right length for our space, 92″ with a stained yellow Georgia pine top and a painted, hand distressed base of black; do you love it?
It was custom made and it turned out even more beautiful than we expected! This will be an heirloom piece that will outlive us and hopefully will be passed down from generation to generation.
Think of all the meals, laughter, wine, games, etc we will enjoy at this table for years to come.
Would you like to come and have a meal with us? Not hungry? How about just some wine and cheese because I’m always down for wine and cheese.
Think of how much WEIGHT WE WILL LOSE with this table in our dining room!
HA! Were you thinking: Suz, my eyesight IS going! The table IS in fact being created right now and I’m told it will be here before Turkey Day!
Speaking of delicious critters…when the Coach and I visited the furniture maker at his shop, behind his home on a large piece of farm property, this guy (a rescue pig or pig rescue?) was keeping watch.
He never even picked up his head, and I was wondering, is he DEAD? Or is he faking being dead because he sensed how much the Coach loves to cook bacon?
Anyhoo, back to the table, it was custom built by an Amish wood worker and then the local guy (David) does the ‘finishing’ of it; custom painted/distressed. The Tops of the table are made from local Georgia yellow pine. How cool will that be? Very cool.
My dear readers, please go back to the first photo up top. Do you see that the ceiling in the dining room is painted the same color as the walls. How do you feel about this? Are your ceilings white? How would you feel about an entire home that has painted ceilings. Every.ceiling. Really. I need to know because I’m meeting with my painter very soon.
We spent a few days up in Nawth JaJaa and it was awesome; you should have been there. Cool and crisp air, nothing like the wet, drippy, hot air we have in SW Florida. Nothing. We had highs of 65-72 and I’m home now an it’s 95*. Not having boob sweat is one of my favorite pastimes.
My sidekick Kelly and I drove up and Coach and her husband Don flew up a day later because we decided we don’t want boys in the car. GIRLS CAR!!GIRLS CAR!! Just kidding. The guys had commitments and Kelly and I are committed to ditching all commitments for the rest of adulthood.
I wish.
It’s a 9 1/2 hour drive and for the most part, it’s a lovely drive. Ya’ll know about Atlanta though, right? Is it ever fun driving through there? hell.to.the.no. But other than ATL, it’s easy. I do most of the driving when it’s the two of us. Did you remember that I did ALL the driving on our two week tour of ‘wrong side of the road, wrong side of the car’ New Zealand? Why do I insist on doing all the driving you ask? Because I’m the self proclaimed best driver in the world. Also, I might be a bit of a control freak. Kelly stated that I have really good driving stamina, which brought me to the realization that my driving stamina is much better than all of my other staminas.
~~Apple picking season might be my newest favorite season~~
Through a few small towns we found many, many apple orchard houses. I thought it sounded weird too: Apple Houses. The orchard uses the houses to sell all of their apple wares. ware or wares? Apple ware? Whatevs. They carried everything apple; little fried pies, apple slushies. tart apples. sweet apples, apple bread. apple cake. apple cider. apple butter, apple bottom jeans. boots with the fur. *excuse me while I get low, low, low, low, low*
I honestly didn’t even know there were apples growing in the mountains of GA or that this was their prime season; in the words of Gomer Pyle SURPISE SURPRISE SURPRISE!
Did you know there was such a thing as FRIED PIES? You probably did because I’m usually the last to know about such tasty things. We had a fried pie picnic right there in the parking lot; not greasy or yucky, but really really yummy. Surely eating fried pies while standing depletes some of the calories, no?
Don and Kelly had a Greenacres moment and thought about ditching their lovely East Coast home for the mountains, but then they realized their best friends have a mountain house, so why bother?
After our apple shenanigans we stopped at a sunflower farm. My husband, ever the entrepreneur was so amazed at this and could not stop talking about it. Suzanne, can you believe this? OH MY GOODNESS! I’ve never seen anything like this before!
Was he obsessed over the field of sunflowers as far as the (old) eyes could see?
Was he mesmerized by the sheer beauty of the bumble bees who were attracted to the sunflowers? Was he bewildered by the beautiful sky shining down upon us on this perfectly picturesque day?
No. He was astonished that someone thought to grow a boat load of sunflowers in an open field and charge humans who merely wanted to walk in and look at them $5 a piece. Suzanne, do you realize how genius this is? They are making a killing!
Do I see a sunflower farm in my future? Possibly. Think of all the posi-BEE-lities.
Kelly and I could have spent a lot of time walking through here enjoying the beauty, but we both had full bladders and are NOT fans of using a public port-o-let. So this ended up being a ‘Griswold seeing the Grand Canyon’ kind of viewing. A few pictures and then back in the car we went.
I thought for sure I would have lots of time to read and write blogs while in GA, but we were busy all.the.time. We only explored one day and the rest of the time we were setting up the homestead. We’re making lots of progress though and I will share some pictures very, very soon. You’re gonna DIE when you see my dining room table. But, please don’t; good design is not worth dying over. Also, I have to share with you some weird choices the previous owners (who built the house) made. I’ll never fully understand the human psyche.
I’ll be catching up with all of you soon after I get caught up with my actual responsibilities. And you thought this was ALL I had to do. Also, I’m still working up my nerve to move my blog back to WordPress.com this week. My stomach drops every time I think about it, so I’m making some prayer requests to the internet-techie Gods.
