It is a really good barn. The boys make fun of me because I am decorating it with horse paraphernalia. They say,” What’cha doing? Trying to make this a “girly barn?”
I’m a girl. Do the math.
I think they just don’t know what to make of someone who hangs a flowering plant on a horse hook on a building that they consider designed to be primarily functional. But on the sly, Ronnie confessed that he thought it was a fantastic barn and if it was his, he’d spend all his time down there. “It’s real nice,” he said in his southern drawl. I agree. If you want to know where to find me . . .
It will be interesting to see what they think next week when my 6 foot black cutouts of rearing stallions come. I ordered them from a fellow who makes them at the flea market, and I plan to attach them up on the sides of the front near the peak. Yea, this is gonna be a designer barn when I’m through! I even bought little 9″ wooden cutouts of horses that I am spray painting, then I’ll paint the names of my horses on them as name-plates for the stalls.
As I ordered the cutouts, Mark grinned and says, “You are corny, but hey, it’s your barn. Have a ball.”
What can I say, this is the “recital” of barns. Might as well make a show of it.
For now, have a nice little iron bench on the porch, at least until Mark makes me something rustic and more suiting (and comfortable). I bought a horseshoe welcome sign made of rusty iron at the flea market, and in the tack and feed room I have little signs Neva gave me for Christmas that feature horse quotes. I even bought a stop sign that says “Whoa” instead of “stop” for the area where you ride the horses in. I’ll hang it this afternoon. Ha. I am having fun.
The door still isn’t hung, but it will be done when the second rail comes it (somehow it didn’t come with the order) I have hay rolls in the hay storage already. Yippee! There is even a wheel at the peek of the roof that we will thread a rope through to hoist things up to the upstairs for those occations when I don’t’ want to walk up the stairs with stuff. Very traditional. They are putting in the electric in a week or so, and then we will add light fixtures and a water pump – and a fridge! Upstairs, I’ve put all my beekeeping supplies, bird cages and even a table and chairs for what have you. If any of you ever rob a bank and need a hideout, this will have all the creature comforts of home. Just wipe your feet first….
Details, details….. I am hoping to train the animals to come running when they hear the dinner bell. Easier than me calling. If Pavlov can do it, it can’t be that hard, right?
Everyone is happier now with this barn. Not just me, but he animals too.
This, by the way, is why you should never buy a white horse. Ahem…… I should have named him pigpen, he spends more time upside down than rightside up…. He was rolling with pleasure after a nice dinner in his new stall.
She is so pretty, I can’t help but show her off…. She may be pregnant, but so far, she still has a fine figure.
Yes, EVERYONE loves my new barn…
Tomorrow and I am going to Sarasota to teach dance for Cory. I am actually dragging myself away from my barn to prepare today. I will write about that that division of life later .
Sometimes it feels like I am many different people all rolled into one. Time to wear a different hat for a while – hope it still fits.