Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Happy Camper

We need another project like a hole in the head, but we couldn't resist the allure of a rusted-out camper. At least we didn't pay anything for it.

The 1960s Serro Scotty Sportsman arrived in our driveway surreptitiously this afternoon after I begged for it at the Flower, Lawn & Garden Show back in February. (See post here.) Back then, I was in love and Mike was questioning my judgment. Today, he had the wide-eyed look that recognizes possibility and a grin that said: "We can do this."

Inside, it boasts only the most luxurious amenities: seating/bed with a pull-out option, dining room table, fridge, hole for grill and electricity (if we hook it up), and it's appropriately complemented by a gray striped carpet on all surfaces and turquoise cabinets. Sure, its decaying wood, busted glass, musty odor and mouse houses aren't for everyone, but it's OURS.

We'll take it apart piece by piece and restore it to be an unrecognizablely sweet Scotty. We're thinking light wood paneling, modern light fixtures and maybe we'll keep those painted cabinets.

We envision it as a cabin at the back of the property or near the garage as a party trailer, but possibly it could be road-ready as the Gekas family travel wagon. Whatever it will be, it will be a fine addition to DesignFarm.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Heee's Baaack!

Leave it to a kitten to find something sharp and dangerous to play with. Scout found our buddy the stowaway crawdad yesterday in the field. I actually saw them from the kitchen window and recognized the little fellow immediately. After a few minutes, Scout became disinterested and began to walk toward me...right over the top of the raised claws. He grabbed onto her leg, she freaked and flicked him up in the air, and he went flying into the knee-deep grass. 

What would he have done without human intervention?

I lent him a stick to grab onto and pulled him out.

I guess it was too thick for his claw because he got stuck.

When I finally got him free, I flailed and failed to pick him up by the tail to put him back in the water because I guess I'm not a true farm girl yet. I had to use cardboard.

Oh, well. I'll have another chance some other day, I'm sure. His home is just beyond the back door!