Malm Makeover

This was really a make-under.

 I posted awhile back about my Malm fireplace. I had planned to have it powder coated but noticed a bit of yellow peeking through the black. 

After many hours of hard labor, a jug of acetone and some paint stripper, I was able to restore it back to it's former glory. 

This beautiful yellow enamel was under all that black spray paint. 

And while I'm at it, here are some photos of the beautiful display of California Poppies in our area. Thank you El Nino.

Poppies and Lupine.

Scamp Revamp

Our Scamp has been sitting in a field for awhile and was looking very neglected.
We have been with hitchless cars for a time.
We're hitched up now and ready to hit the road.
We've spruced the old gal up with paint, new cabinet hardware and new flooring.
She looks twenty years younger!

The cabinets were painted with Rustoleum white spray paint.



The walls were cleaned up with a gallon of semi gloss white paint.
They look so clean and fresh.


The cutting board is sporting a fresh coat of varnish.


We replaced the exterior door latch and actually have keys to lock her up.


Our cassette deck is loaded with fresh batteries.
The iron stanchions were hit with spray paint and look shiny and new.


The floor was covered with a  remnant found in our shed.


If she could talk I know she'd tell me she feels like a new woman.

Postcards From the Edge

Random shots of some summertime road trips with a Picassa 1960's format
(because this blog is supposed to be midcentury related).


Middle fork of the Stanislaus River.
I didn't notice the interesting cloud formation until I looked at the photograph.
I think sometimes that a camera is a hindrance.
I should quit looking through the lens and start looking at what's in front of me.


                                                     

It was so hot that day that I wanted to swing through the trees
and make my way down to the water.


Ebbet's Pass on our way to Reno.
This was truly a postcard from the edge.
It gave me the heebie jeebies.
I'm a bit of a nervous passenger.                                                  


This wide open road is much more comfortable.


Thunder heads!
No thunder, just the heads.


I'm obsessed with clouds.


Lots of wide open space on the Nevada side of the pass.


This little jewel of a cabin is on Mosquito Lake at the top of Ebbet's Pass.
I wanted to swim across the tiny lake and break in.
I could live here. Not in the winter though. Too much snow.


I swiped this photo from my son's Facebook page.
Don't tell him.
This is from his great Alaskan Adventure.
He and his sister hiked to the ice caves in Juneau.
I don't know why his hair looks blonde.
I don't know who the dog belongs to either.


We told them, warned them, not to go inside....too dangerous!!
They went in anyway.
They survived.

Finnish Air Meets Marremekko

I love this!

garden guards

Our old fire tools are now our garden guards.
Don't they look intimidating?


An old room divider  supports the peas.


I don't know if this is squash or pumpkin.
We'll find out sooner or later.


The mammoth sunflowers are really taking off.
Blackberries are growing behind them.




The first harvest, spicy radishes.


Cauliflower followed.


We're growing lots of herbs too.




What cute little tomatoes.



Heirloom tomatoes are starting to blossom.


A happy, musical frog entertains the plants.


The carrots are growing like weeds.


The old porch swing got another facelift.
Birdhouse gourds are planted around the gazebo and
will hopefully grow up the sides.





That's all for now.

Ray Eames Exhibit

On a recent trip to our state capitol my husband spotted this....


Good eye mister!


We spent a beautiful Sunday afternoon taking in all the eye candy.


This greeted us as we entered the museum.




Miniature Eames house.


Miniature furniture to go with it!




The rest is adult size.


I wanted this big guy.
The gift shop was full of them but wayyy out of our price range.
















She was a tiny lady.


This was another exhibit we enjoyed.


I spotted a few suitcases in this display that looked very familiar.
I'm dating myself.
Who cares? I'll be sixty this Saturday...
I'm not sure how I feel about that.