My new dining room set!

As long as I emptied my camera today, and I’m using pictures to save time, I thought I’d post a few more.
Here is a picture of my new dining room set. Pretty, Hun? 
Oh, you only see trees. Well, where do you think furniture comes from, Silly. Rooms to Go?
That reminds me of a funny thing that happened this summer. Neva and I were picking blackberries by the side of the road on our mountain, and a man walked by who was renting a cabin (a city boy). He said, “What are you two doing?”
I said, “We are picking blackberries.”
He wrinkled his nose and said, “Why bother? It is not like you can eat them.” And he left.
Neva said, “Why did he say that?”
I explained that some people thought food only came from the grocery store, as if dropped down from the sky all nicely packaged in plastic and filled with preservatives. Apparently, that fellow felt food that had been “outside” must be spoiled or something. Ha. we had a good laugh over that one.

Anyway, here is my fabulous new dining room chair, in the hands of the grunt that will slave away to make it.
Gee Wiz – he doesn’t even look Korean to me. His sidekick is an alledged “apprentice” to this project. When he heard that he could learn to make these chairs and they would sell for about 600 bucks, little cars flashed in his pupils, like a boy obsessed.  I think now would be a good time to tell you (as a friend) to put you money in Calamine lotion stock!


 

This is my assistant holding up her bag of lichen. Nothing like sending your child into the deep dark woods on a creative mission to prove your overprotective mothering gene has passed the freshness date on the lable. Next to her is a picture of our house from the area where we are digging a small lake this week (thus the trees would have been destroyed and that is why we are harvesting them now.) I’m told I am a real annoyance when I am hanging around with a camera. I would be more appreciated if I were willing to drag trees out of the woods. I figure, I’ll be the one cleaning this furniture, and moving it aside to vacumn so eventually I’ll pay my wood hoisting dues . The house is pretty though, don’t ya think?


I have to go take my little woodsprite to soccer. All that running keeps her in shape for hunting dye material, so I am willing to cheer.