In April of this year my son and daughter-in-law bought their first house. The house was painted a bright yellow with blue trim and not to their liking so they wanted to get it painted before winter. They had gotten some of it done over the last couple of weekends when it wasn’t raining and were hoping to finish it on Labor Day weekend if the weather co-operated. The weather looked good so hubby volunteered to help. The three of them worked very hard and by the end of the day the house was finished — except for a bit of trim that needed a second coat.
Here you can see some of the original colors.
This is hubby hard at work. What a great guy!
My job for the day was a bit different. I brought my sewing machine for the job of altering my daughter-in-law’s shirts for work. The place she works doesn’t have maternity shirts so they just gave her some bigger sizes. That worked o.k. to go from small to medium, but now that she was about to pop the buttons of the medium she wanted me to put a panel in the side to give more room gor her growing tummy. (The next size shirts were way too big in the shoulders.) I wasn’t sure if I could do it and still have them look good enough to wear, but amazingly I did. I finished my job of altering 3 shirts about the same time they finished painting the house.
We celebrated with steak cooked on the barbeque, yummy corn-on-the-cob and a peach raspberry pie bought at the market where I bought the corn.
The pie was very good — served with some french vanilla ice cream — mmmm : )
I did have a few minutes break to go out and take pictures of some flowers in their amazing variety of color, shape and size.
These tiny purple flowers are at the front of the house by the sidewalk. I have always loved these delicate flowers, but have never been sucessful in growing them myself.
These funky orange ones were hanging over the fence from the neighbor’s yard.
These bright yellow flowers were also on the neighbors side of the fence. I had never seen a yellow cone-flower before.
And these are not flowers at all but eggplant. The rest of the garden was pretty much finished — had been eaten and enjoyed — but the eggplant was just waiting for me to take it’s picture.