My Upcycled Life: :: welcome, fall.... ::

:: harvest ::

Hello dear readers (:

Oh how I miss this space here...as I type this, I remember how busy busy the past six months of our lives have been! First, moving (whew) then, Starr Strung hitting a growth spurt (simultaneous to the move, double whew), summer coming and kiddos out of school, settling into new routines of life and making our new house a home (just this week I unpacked a box of pictures I had completely forgotten about), and for me personally - understanding the delicate balance betwixt home life and my work. Just last night while greasing up his saddle and tack, Joshy reminded me gently: "Stormy, it's ok to not have the house pristine when you are so busy. Nobody notices. Everyone else who lives here is messy - life is messy!"

Oh spoken from the words of a wise, wise man (:

So, as fall has made itself known in my parts with 50 degree temps in the evening and morn, I have been making preparations for a slew of home parties and charity events, ladies nites out and art shows...regretfully, I barely can take pictures of the new pretties I have been creating - as they seem to sell most every weekend after a week of making...and I am certainly not complaining about that - it is awesome!

And at home, I have been a chauffeur between field and home, delivering sandwiches and quart jars filled with sweet sun tea to hungry farmers, and making wee ones happy with early evening drop offs to take combine rides:

And while I have been spending my weekends hauling my wares to various selling locations (and it is sooo nice to meet all of you nice new customers - it truly has become the best part of my job!) I decided that our recent storm of great proportions (including ripping off our roof, splintering our kiddos playset, and among other things: demolishing our 12 field rows of sweet corn: can anyone say GRRRRRR!) would not dissuade me to not put freezer corn up for our winter meals. So, during the Fishers Fall Art Fair, I meandered to the farmers market nearby and made a great deal and barter for seven dozen bags of corn.

Resulting, of course, in an evening of shucking, blanching, cutting and bagging. Oh yes! And 24 bags safely in our freezer. hooray (:

During my recent eve of corn cookery, I was accompanied by the newest addition of our family:
Meet Fynn.

(once called Freckles, but c'mon...I can't call my dog Freckles...yell it from the front porch...and no offense meant for any of you who have a dog Freckles. I considered naming him Summer, after my good friend. Mainly because some time ago, she let her sweet daughter Gracie name her new dog...are you ready?

STARR.)

(( but I am nicer than that - and I would hate to steal the thunder of laughter that erupts every time my set of fabulous five besties are all together and at Summer's house and things are said like:

"Gosh dang Starr! You Stink!"

"C'mon Starr - stop lickin' your rump!" (gross, but admittedly, funny)

"Starr, you keep getting knocked up and poppin out babies." (Summer's shopping money, hee hee)

Back to Freckles - er - Fynn, before I am resolved to type the other things we say (usually post wine enjoyment (:

Joshy and I, after realizing that our Moe dog may not return from his month-long romp in the countryside, decided we would commit a rescue, and give this little guy a chance at a good life. So far, so very good. He fits so well into our family: he is smart and responsive, and gentle with the kiddos. Momma kitties around here are not so convinced or welcoming of his presence, but the family is fusing more and more everyday he is with us.

And isn't he super cute?

Now, off to take some pictures of even cuter jewels - new ones, cool vintage pieces recovered from my new 'honey holes' of antique shops, and a peek at a new Starr Strung project. Can't wait to share (:

happy day!