Hi, Gentle Readers, it is time to pack a lunch and head upstairs to see what wonders Furry has wrought in the higher altitudes. Plan to be amazed.
First thing, we hit the stairs and check out the lovely wrap around the bannisters.
You'll want to stop and marvel at the hand painting she did on the wall of the stairwell, too. This Tudor home has Moorish arches, and she felt like they needed some Moorish painting to complement the decor. Quickly, we hit the first landing, and you see the landing tree straight ahead.
If you look real hard on the right side of the tree, you will see our engagement portrait, taken by the God of Light, Michael Glen Taylor, formerly of Pasadena.
Upon closer review, you will note the truck our three wise men will use to go find the Baby Jesus right
after the birthday of the Elvi (January 8, a high, holy day in Memphis). Now, follow me into the bedroom
Now that you have seen the second floor, let's go outside and see what those pretty things know.Here is the full frontal view of the Hudarosa, or Schyterbolle, depending upon which of us you ask for the name of the cottage.
Not the prettiest of days to be creating these memories, but I do what I can in the time available to complete the task. At this writing, I have filled 100 bags with leaves and am starting my second box of bags; be very jealous. We do, however, live in a city that is still an oak forest. Here is the full shot of the outdoor tree.
I used to do some sketchy lighting on the face of the house, but I live in eternal fear of falling from the ladder and have not decorated in that fashion in the last couple of years. There are lights on the patio arbor behind the house and on the studio out back. I will not require that you admire them and they won't be on the final quiz.
Here is a closeup view of a couple of the ornaments.
Before I let you go, I want to show you a couple of things I forgot about in my previous post. Here is the Eucalyptus wreath sent to us by my brother-in-law, Mike, and his wife, Sharon.
Here are our wise men, who are still arguing about who gets to drive the aforementioned old pickup truck to see the baby Jesus on January 6. To their right is our merman, Kirby, which is not in the least bit quirky. Finally, I forgot to show you the neat little hoo-hah that Furry attached to the chandelier over the dining room table. You know, the one with the 279,813 water balls.
And other than that, folks, I gots nuthin'. Thanks for your wonderful comments. I may do this guest posting thing annually or less often, as I really like it. Really. I swear I do. Happy New Year, y'all.