We had a wonderful Thanksgiving week, from the Sunday before until the Saturday after, with our oldest son, his sweet wife Regina, and their four darling little girls. (Here at the blog, I call them Bonny Babe, Cutie Pie, Little Gal, and City Girl. And I know a lot of people wish bloggers would go ahead and use everyone's real names already...but I'm trying to give my family a modicum of privacy, if possible.) We spent the holiday here at Oyster Haven, our soon-to-be VRBO rental house on Lake Champlain. It was good to give the place a second "test run." (The first was with our baby back in late October, before he headed off to a three-year stint in Germany.)
I've been feeling a bit empty since the gang left. There's still so much to do here at the house to get it ready for rentals, so I should be too busy to feel blue; but I miss all the noise and activity that you have with little ones underfoot. My husband had to fly out to the West Coast last yesterday, so that just made me feel more lonely.
Instead of wallowing in self-pity, though, I decided to make lemonade out of lemons, if you will.
One of the kinks we discovered while our boy and his family were here last week was that a little shelf I'd hung on the wall was an accident waiting to happen and should be taken down before we have any paying customers. This sweet antique beauty was left by the previous owners, and from the looks of it, might even be original to this circa 1830's farmhouse. I thought it looked lovely hanging on a wall in the dining room.
this very old post, or maybe this one.)
Just around the corner from the dining room, in a little hallway on the right, there is a door that goes down to the basement. Like all the doors in this house, it's a sturdy old solid wood door--but look what those cat-loving owners did to it!
So I decided to make lemonade.
Back in NH, I have a scroll saw that made it possible for me to sketch the outline of a cat onto a piece of thin plywood and then cut it out along the pencil lines. On a recent trip home, I did just that, and then painted my homemade cat silhouette black. When we arrived here for Thanksgiving week, I attached it to the door, right near the cut-out area.
It's a little silly, maybe. But I hope not tacky. What do you think? Will our VRBO guests think it's fun...or will they think I'm crazier than a crazy cat lady?
I realize some of you who are reading this might be cat people, and therefore you think that cats are so wonderful that they're already lemonade. If so, I'm sorry if this post offended you in any way. But I can't emphasize enough that the only good cat--in this woman's humble opinion, anyway--is a wooden one.
Have a great week!