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Sunday, October 17, 2010

People Who Live In Glass Houses . . .

. . . always know when it is raining.  :-)

It's Sunday, and we're stepping into the Way Back machine, traveling back to Moving Day at That Old House, May 2008, in a post from December 12 of that year.  Remember this is from the very early days of this blog -- before I knew enough to take decent pictures!


Howard and I looked at That Old House several times before signing a contract to buy it.  It was always in clear weather.  The day we took possession of it, it was raining.  Pouring.  Noah-style, cats-and-dogs weather, get out the cubit-measure weather.

We went right from our lawyer's office to our new house.  Dashed from the car, down the old stone steps, splashed through the puddles on the patio, and fumbled with the keys to open the French doors into the conservatory.

Ah, inside at last, where it was dry and ... and ... and
... noisy! Incredibly noisy.  There we stood, in the house we had bought just an hour before, shouting and laughing at one another.  Who knew rain on a conservatory roof was this noisy?

You know that glass ceiling that feminists talk about?  We live under it.  And boy, when the rain starts falling, every drop is audible. A drizzle sounds like a downpour, and a downpour sounds like a firing squad.
But we love our conservatory.  So do our guests.  At Alida's college graduation party the next month, which was planned for outdoors, it unexpectedly poured rain.  Tropical downpour style, from an hour after guests arrived, until after they went home.  

80 guests retreated into the house, with a surprising number of them opting for the sunroom, despite their having to holler at one another to be heard.

(A picture of the conservatory on moving day, which also was a day of relentless downpour. Click to enlarge it, if you dare.  Note the cardboard, placed near the doors in a vain attempt to absorb the wet and mud, and the moving men wrestling things down the stone steps from the driveway.  Notice also the 3 Cavaliers banished to a pen to keep them from dashing out the open door. That's little Connie and our friend's dog Calvin in front; you can only see a bit of Dion's fur 'way at the back.)

 Now . . . we are back to the present!  It's 2010 and the sunroom has undergone some much-needed changes.

Come back Monday to see the transformed conservatory.
New paint, new carpet . . . same old people and dog!  Happy Sunday!  -- Cass

Thanks to Chari Of Happy To Design for Sunday Favorites!  Click here to visit her blog party.

Eeeeekk!  Talk about scary stuff for Halloween.
Nothing much beats this, below, for scary: moving day in our kitchen!
But you notice the all-important coffee maker is out and ready for duty.  
We had our priorities straight.



  1. Amazing how time flies! Can't wait till Monday to see the transformation :)

  2. wonderful blog! can't wait to see more :)

  3. Ooh, can't wait to see all you've done tomorrow.

  4. Hi Cass...

    Ohhh...and what a journey it has been...right? If I can add right, ya'll have been in That Old House for a little over two years now! I think that I have followed your sweet blog for over a year now...and have thoroughly enjoyed watching the transformations that you and honey have made in your fabulous home! Thank you for sharing this sweet repost with us for Sunday Favorites this week, my friend! Ohhh really was raining...isn't that just the way it goes...rain on moving day! Hehe!

    Have a super Sunday, Darlin'!

    Warmest autumn wishes,
    Chari @Happy To Design

  5. Cass,
    I did the same thing on moving day! Had the coffee maker set up and working...before the moving in started. One does have to have priorities set.
    I do love you house. It's a dream house.

  6. These are scenes I've experienced several times in the past..hopefully never again..I usually had a box labeled 'breakfast' just so I didn't have to go looking for the necessities.
    I can't wait to see the remodeled room.
    Mama Bear

  7. Moving in the rain is a bit of a nightmare. But we all survive somehow. Love the "real" picture of your wonderful conservatory (a box of autumn linens!) and look forward to seeing your recent transformation tomorrow! We wouldn't mind some of that moving day rain here.

  8. Hi Cass!

    Wow, for some reason I never realized that you moved into this house only a couple of years ago! It really is such a wonderful house. I can't wat to see tomrrows post!

  9. Anxiously awaiting the Big Reveal. WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID??? teehee! **kisskiss** Deb

  10. You tease! Can't wait to see the transformation!

  11. dear Cass, in Seattle for another day then going home. Always nice to go home. Am eager to see the "redo"!
    I too, have the coffee pot at the "ready", always, after all what is more important than coffee? Take care!

  12. I can't wait to see the after -- so am really looking forward to Monday!!!!

    Have a nice weekend!


  13. I can just imagine your surprise. At least it wasn't leaking.
    Looking forward to the big reveal.

  14. What fun, can't wait to see it. I love how wonderful and cozy your home looks from the outside. I can see why you were drawn to it!


  15. Cass, I've read them all now, but decided not to comment on each one tonight. But loved visiting each post. Your conservatory / sunroom would be a favorite spot if I lived in That Old House. I look forward to more photos tomorrow. ~ Sarah

  16. Your house is so beautiful on the outside, I have never taken the time to see the inside. I am going to look through your blog today, it mus be so pretty. I had never thought about how loud it would be in a glass room!
    Hugs, Cindy


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