Tuesday, August 8, 2017

The Making of a Southern Farmhouse

The Making of a Southern Farmhouse

When the farmer & I were thinking about getting married we both agreed that a classic Southern farmhouse was the only option for us. Since I had background in design and decorating I told him to get us whatever kind of house he could and I could do the rest. I told him many time that he could buy us a cardboard box and I would have it looking like a farmhouse with some time and paint.

Then I got the call that changed our lives.

Kevin called one day and said, "I just bought us a house." Many women would be upset that they didn't get to see it before he bought it but I knew that however it looked, whatever condition it was in, I could rock it. I've helped contractors & clients in the remodels and renovations of DISASTERS. One of my old clients actually threatened to sue me if I showed her kitchen in any of my portfolios. Anyway, I said, "Okay, when can I come see it?" A couple weeks later the family had moved out and the house was ready for me to see what I was working with.

I walked into a lime green living room.

My stomach did a flip but I took a deep breath and continued my tour through the home. Leaf wallpaper in the kitchen, cabinets falling apart, holes in walls, rotting laundry room floor, holes in ceilings, it was a mess but not nearly as bad as some of the places I've helped redesign. So, I started planning. I spent many days standing in front of the paint section at Lowe's and buying the $3 paint samples (which seriously come in handy when doing crafts or touching up the walls).

Here's a few examples of the transformation the house went through those first few months:

Friday, July 28, 2017

These Boots are Made for Walking....

  I was following the farmer the other day when he was feeding his cows. I went to open the gate for him and under the gate was nothing but a puddle of water. Well, more like a hole.

I had on my boots so I just plowed on through it!

I opened the gate and as I watched the farmer drive the tractor through the gate I felt something on my sock. What...?

My sock felt soggy and wet. But how? The hole wasn't THAT deep!

I looked down at my boot, everything looked normal. So why in the world was my sock wet? I found a spot on the grain bin to sit and I took off my boot and sure enough, right there on the side of my boot was a small worn spot that had turned into a hole.

"Where'd that come from?!"

So after we got home I sat there staring at my boots and thinking about how I will have to buy a new pair. It's kind of sad, to be honest. Me and these boots have been through a lot.

It all began at Belk right after the farmer and I began dating. I had ruined a few pairs of shoes by stepping in poo on the farm so I decided it was time for boots. I found these on sale for 19.99 at Belk.

I saw some boots with lace ribbons on Pinterest and I wanted some like that, but my wallet said, "Naw girl."

What do you do when you can't afford something? Customize it of course! I used my pocket knife to cut some slits around the top. Then I laced a ribbon through the slits all the way around. Gosh. These boots and I have seen so much. From planting season all the way to harvesting season. My boots have seen me walk through fields, through mud, through sand, and of course chicken coops! I'm going to miss them, but of course, until I get a new pair I will just have to keep on wearing them. 😉😍

A Southern Woman's Addiction

As southern women, we have certain things that we can't resist. Things that we just "know" when they're close. The one addiction I have is a Pecan Praline from Savannah.

There's something about the sugary sweet goodness melting away in your mouth that just makes it irresistible. My best friend, Laura and I can go to Savannah and walk down River St. and we know when we get close to pralines.

We can smell them all the way down the street!

So how exactly is a pecan praline made?

Well, I've tried to make them... but... it didn't turn out like I had hoped for.

Here's a recipe I found on the 'All Recipes' website:

Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Ewww, snake!

Sorry but I seriously couldn't stomach a
picture of a snake. I'd rather look at the beach...
I kept telling myself, "Adrian. You need to get your lazy butt up and get something written up for Lady of the Farm, you need to go outside and do something worthy of a good read". So I grabbed on my boots and headed to the coop. I was almost to the coop when I stopped dead in my tracks. 

My heart skipped a beat... a few actually. 

There in the grass was the nastiest, ickiest snake. I stepped back about 5 million steps and watched him. I don't do snakes. It didn't look poisonous (the poisonous ones look mean). 

Then I notice someone else is watching him too. A few someones. My chickens are following this snake! They are following him, watching him very, very closely. The weren't pecking him or anything like that. Just watching closely, very closely. There were at least 10 chickens almost like escorting this snake out of the coop. The snake wasn't bothering them so I didn't do anything. Okay, I didn't do anything out of fear... 

Did I mention I hate snakes? 

It was a black racer this time, so non-poisonous but it sure gave me a startle. Last time I saw a snake it was a water mocassin and I was a lot closer to him. I was fishing and walking by the river when I felt something move under my boot. I jumped so high that I had to look like I was levitating. I did a dance over to my friend Laura who btw is about 100 lbs and 4 feet tall, I jumped into her arms screaming, crying and ended up having a full blown panic attack. Laura took one look at the snake and said it was a mocassin then we headed to get her gun, by the time we got back he had gone down into the river again. Ughhhh. The image of him just grosses me out and makes me shudder.  

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Rosie & Sunni the Ducks

Sunni as a baby 

A lot of the people who have just recently started following my blog (believe me, there are quite a few people who have just jumped on the Lady of the Farm wagon) haven't gotten to see my animals grow up.

Sunni for example has my favorite story so far.

I have to begin with her mom's story though.