Floors

We are in the midst of having our floors refinished.  It sure makes a mess!  The sanding has taken 3 days.  I think they will have another partial day of sanding before the stain can be applied.  This is what the floors looked like tonight.  Just bare wood.  The wood is yellow pine with big old knot holes.  I really don't like the knot holes.  It reminds me too much of 1950's basement paneling.  Especially when the poly on it had yellowed somewhat.

Besides, every once in a while I'd catch one of the knot holes out of the corner of my eye and would think it was a roach - one of those big 'ole palmetto bugs that are so disgusting here in the south.

This photo of the entry (which I snagged from the Real Estate listing back when we first bought the house) shows what the floors looked like before they were sanded.

The new stain will be a darker color - more of a cherry but of course putting it down on the pine floor means it won't look quite like real cherry floors.  Sure hope it won't be too dark!

So, while they've been working on the floors I've been hiding out in my studio.  Since I have to stay home I decided to make use of my time.  Yesterday I cut out a one-block wonder quilt.  I sewed up a number of the blocks and threw them up on the design wall.

It's always fun to play with one block wonder blocks.  I have quite a few left to sew, but since I'll be tied to the house for the rest of the week, maybe I'll get them all sewn.  Then I'll have to play around with layout.

Sixty??

As hard is as it for me to believe I turned 60 recently!  How in the world did that happen?

I was the youngest of 3 - the only girl.  I was always jealous of my brother Claude because he inherited our dad's blond hair and blue eyes.  Ed and I took after our mother.  I had those cute curls for a while but later my hair went pretty straight.

My closest friends were the other girls living within a few houses of mine.  Liz was born only a month after me and we seemed to do everything together.  This is me (on the left) and Liz (on the right) 

There's Liz again on the left (with the hat) watching me blow out the candles.  Aren't those drapes just the best?  I remember they had some vivid colors!

My mother used to give me those horrible home perms - which I suspect is the culprit here

Here we are on the 1st day of school.  I'm the 2nd from the left and there is Liz next to me in the middle. 

I was an awkward kid.  I first got glasses when I was in 5th grade.  They were not the best look for me.   That's Liz again with me in the photo. 

This was my first communion dress (for the Episcopal church - I suspect the blue jacket and sash would not have been allowed in the catholic church) 

My mother had a big thing about not wearing glasses in photos so she had me take mine off for this photo.  It was about a year later that I got my first pair of contact lenses.  I haven't worn glasses since.   

And of course we had to have a photo with Liz in it!  Guess my mother let me keep my glasses on in this one. 

I hear many people about my age talk about how they feel like 60 is much younger today than it was when we were kids.  I wonder if our parents said the same.  I don't feel like I think 60 should feel, except for my knees - they act like they're 160!

To my dear friend Liz, Happy 60!