....and here SHE is!
It's been sooo long since my last post. Camera issues and lack of time to blog are among the lame excuses I have for anyone following this wedding flower blogger. Weddings are still my mainstay, but between working on weddings, having fun with the 3 little boys, and now my sweet little Macie girl...... plus restoring a 1972 Serro Scotty is there any wonder I have not written a blog for almost a year and a half????
Dahlia Louise aka: 'Louise' and/or ' Little Lulu' has been such a delight to me. She's been finished since last June and had several camping adventures. Two with girlfriends & daughters and one night with the man that made her beautiful; Jerry the Great.
Professionally painted just like the way she was as brand new (as far as I can tell). Everything was safety inspected and she's ready to travel. Can I tell you how I nervously tailgated behind her on her first trip to the Pequea Creek Campground!!!
( Very, very cool nearby place to camp, by the way.)
Second journey: Otter Creek Campground. Love this one too, with so much super cool stuff to do in and around the area. I could (almost) live there in Louise year round.
She's been snuggled in my "Flower Shop" all safe, warm and dry. All that winter threw at us wasn't going to harm my little dream house!
Last summer all set up in our back yard under the Dogwood tree she became my 'happy place'. I watched all three seasons of Downton Abby, took power- naps in between marathons of 20-30 centerpieces and countless bouquets, sipped some sweet wines and was awakened by little taps on my screen door from cute "little people" and neighbors that were hoping for a little hang-out time in my little tin-can piece of heaven. Ahh, I'm a very, very happy girl.
So I know you want to see inside..........................................................................
Let me just say I was going for a vintage- minimal style rather than cutesy-tutsy. I like things as original as possible, so I kept as much as I could just as it was in '72, but wanted it to but comfy & uncluttered. Absolutely no interior paint. Minor floor repair, and some wall repair. Stove, hood & table are original. Sink, faucet and back splash replaced with stainless steel. I'll take some pictures of her converted to the boudoir next time. (Oh so cozy!)
Oh, and one more thing: there will always be a tiny little bouquet of fresh posies on her tiny table, and a little wine in her fridge. Always.
Hope you like it!
Since I was a child Iwanted a little tiny house to play in, dream and create.
One day as I was daydreaming I asked Jerry if he would build me a little playhouse way out in the backyard where you can't hear the traffic. One with a little front porch, picket fence, window boxes of flowers and of course add electricity so I could watch movies, make coffee and nap on Sunday afternoons.
Jerry is the kind of husband that very rarely says no to me. Anything I could dream of he typically gets right to work on. I'm so blessed. His answer to this request was: " Why don't we just buy one of those pre-built Amish made ones?"
Naaah, that won't work. "I know! Chris' parents had the cutest little camper in their backyard that I always wished I could see inside, but was too shy to ask. It was a little blue Scotty- I remember the dog on the front of it." So he says, " Call and ask her". Chris was my best friend in Jr. High and we married the Steadman cousins, so that makes us family :) Her answer: "Oh sorry, that's been gone since probably the 70's, but boy my mom loved that little camper. It was her little dollhouse. She made curtains for it and loved to decorate it". Darn! I would have paid almost anything for that little tin can cottage!.
Not more than a couple weeks passed and I was driving home from doing a wedding at Hotel Hershey for asweet girl who married her famous football player fiance. I was exhausted from a long day's work and driving home blurry-eyed but happy, when out of the corner of my eye I thought I was imagining that I saw the camper of my dreams! I checked my rear-view mirror, hit the brakes, backed up along the shoulder and there she was! I couldn't believe it.
Lynne took the other van home way on ahead of me. I'm smiling all the way down 283 when my cell phone rings. It's Lynne.......
"Kelly!! Oh my gosh! Did you see it??", she asks.
" Yep, I did. I already stopped, looked inside, took pictures and informed Jerry that I found it!" She confirmed it, it's meant to be for me!
So my new project in the wedding off-season is fixing up this little sweetheart.
Jerry has already been working hard giving her an interior face-lift. (I think he's trying to get his brownie points to cash in on that mountain cabin he's been long dreaming of.)
Everyone's been saying I should name her; since I kept referring to my camper as "her".
Ok, since it's a vintage camper she should have an old fashioned name. Jerry said "call her Louise".
I'm embarassed to say that is my middle name. It was given to me by my grandmother, and used often to irritate me by my late mom, my husband and my sister. I came to despise it less when many years later I found out it was my grandmother's middle name, my favorite Aunt's middle name, and the middle name of my cousin's daughter, who is young and cool and actually happens to love it.
Except she needs a 'flower name'. So...... Dahlia Louise it is. Man, it's like choosing a name for a child! It must have some meaning.
Oh the plans I have for me and Dahlia! She's gonna have a nice new happy place in my backyard with all the trimmings, and she's gonna go on 'road trips' with the BFF's. She's a work in progress but she's gonna be sooo cool. I'll have a little party in the spring when she's all prettied up and invite y'all over!