Red Dirt Farm and Studio

Home for the Holidays – how wonderful is that?

Our house is far from perfect, some may say it is a hot mess.  I’ve said it myself, many times.

I will say though it is my favorite place to be.  My heart is here.  No it isn’t fancy and we have projects that we have been working on for years.  Years.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Apple fritter topped with a fried egg and cheese from the girls.  Way over the top and beyond delightful.  After all, this is the season for unexpected delights.

 

 

 

Where the old cast iron bathtub used to be.

Yes, to the right is the crumbling plaster from when the roof leaked before we had it replaced.  Another project for another day.

 

This was a gift many years ago from Mr. Red Dirt  –  a vintage German dye cut it made me so happy then, and all these years later it still warms my heart.

 

Henry Longfellow’s home.  The gilding is falling off and fading the print has water stains on it.  I wouldn’t trade it for the world.  My mom purchased it for me over 30 years ago.  I saw it when we were shopping in an antique store and fell in love with it, but didn’t have the money for it.  She gave it to me that year for a Christmas present.  It was the best surprise.

 

 

 

 

 

Beneath the crumbing plaster of this sweet old house is wood lathe.  Uncovered recently while we were away on holiday for a few weeks our farm sitter meticulously worked on removing the old cast iron bath tub and bit by bit removing the plaster in our original to the house, bathroom.  We added new bathrooms when we put on our addition and this one was no longer necessary.   It is now a basically a hallway that joins the original section of the house to the new addition.  Our friend removed the tub and plaster and 1980’s floor covering that was over the original wood floors, sadly they are in bad shape too much so to be saved and there is a hole in the floor that you can see down to the room below.  I love this space, I love the old bones that are exposed.  I really could live with it this way however impractical that may seem.  I’m sure once time and money and resources are available it too will get fresh sheet rock and flooring.  But for now I am loving this crumbling decay and the feeling I get passing through to all the newness on the other side.

 

The old thread bare and torn oriental rug – I’ve written about it in the past.  It has an interesting history.  It was given to me many years ago by a friend, it was in much better shape then, but still quite old and worn. My friend purchased it at a yard sale down the road from my house many years prior to her knowing me.   It came back to the neighborhood so to speak when she gave it to me.  We used it for many years and then it was put away in storage, I had Mr. Red Dirt pull it out the other week, I was sad to see that it is in worse shape than I remember.  It’s a bit too wide for this space, so we curled it up the wall like molding.  Still, it feels right here.

The new art are cards are from a local artist, framed in yard sale and thrift shop finds from this summer.  Twinkle lights make everything feel magical.  The white feather tree I have had for many years.

Another difficult year for all and yet there are so many little things to be grateful for.  It’s in the simple everyday things that my heart finds the most gratitude.

 

Wishing  you all the very best this holiday season, whatever you celebrate – or even if you don’t celebrate, may you have peace, and joy in your heart.

 

Thanks for keeping me company and thank you for all your kind messages, they are so very appreciated.

xo,

kim