Thank you for finding That Old House amidst the chaos of the Internet. We are delighted that you are here.

Monday, February 28, 2011

Of Roses and Daisies and Dions

It's been ten days since my last post.
I had no idea I'd been gone that long.
I've been posting in my head, but that doesn't really work, does it?

Two weeks ago, on Valentine's Day, my husband sent me roses.
I blogged about them the next day.  
Remember how pretty they were?  So fresh and bright:
Believe it or not, they are still here.  After two weeks they are starting to show their age,
as roses live life in the fast lane and burn out quickly.  But heck!  Who am I to hold that against them?
 Their color is darker and duller.
Their edges are getting rather, well, oddly purple and crinkly.

But they have not dropped even one petal.  I reward that kind of tough-it-out behavior.
These babies aren't going into the compost heap until they start
scattering rose petals like over-excited flower girls at a wedding.
Honestly?  I like their blowsy, woman-of-the-world look.
Kind of like a woman of a certain age that you might meet in a New York City bar,
wearing an old Chanel suit, holding court in a gravelly smoker's voice, and drinking a martini.
A real martini, not one of these newfangled apple-kiwi-caramel concoctions.
 Okay, I admit it -- that's who I want to be when I'm 80.
Not that I hang out in bars, or smoke, or drink martinis.  But maybe I will when I'm 80.  Why not?
 New flowers arrived on the scene today to steal the limelight.

A gift from friends whose dog -- Dion's sister Nina -- we minded over the weekend.
Minding Nina is a joy; she's what I call an "easy keeper," and is as sweet and dainty as can be.
If Queen Victoria were a Cavalier spaniel, she'd be Nina.

Dion, on the other hand, has never been much interested in being an "easy keeper."
A few nights ago, he decided again that the bathroom tissue
(see how elegant I am being, not calling it toilet paper?)
needed to be dragged from the powder room through the kitchen to the sunroom.
Till it ran out.
He tried to deny involvement, but the scrap of paper caught in his chest hair was pretty incriminating.

Tomorrow I've got a raft of thrifty buys to share with you.
Furniture, flatware . . .  more furniture.
I've been busy.

Happy Monday!  I'm late, but there are plenty of earlier entries at Mosaic Monday,
at Mary's Little Red House blog.  Click here to visit!  You will be glad you did.
Mary's own collage is of hyacinths and -- well, go see!  -- Cass


  1. Dion was just "paving" the way to the bathroom so no one would get lost!

  2. Hysterical, that pic of Dion. You caught his guilty expression so well! Love it!

  3. the flowers are beautiful....worth cleaning up a little toilet paper! Can't wait to see what your "hunting" came up with!

  4. Cass..
    I just love visiting with you and Dion..
    such a hoot..
    and about those two senior ladies in their 80's at the bar.. that is you and me my friend..
    laughing and holding court..
    and enjoying every minute of it!!
    here's to you my friend!

  5. Oh that Dion! What a scamp he is! Love that look on his face.


  6. Ohhh Dion...what a character!!! The roses stayed so beautiful!!! Have a beautiful week!!!

  7. Cass! I was beginning to think that the perfume of the flowers had overcome you and you were passed out-thus unable to blog. just sayin...that's what I was thinkin' Can't wait to see your new finds! Hugs-Diana

  8. Your flowers are beautiful ! Thanks for sharing them with us. Dion sure looks guilty ! :-D
    Gotta love that face !
    Your comment came in just as I started typing this. The temp is 48 right now and dropping in the 30's tonight - crazy weather !
    Enjoy your evening.

  9. How come they never admit to anything!

    Looking forward to your new finds!

  10. Cass,
    Meet you in the bar! Not that I would ever have a martini LOL. I love roses and I love t photograph them.

    Have a great week!


  11. Dion looks so guilty! It's amazing your roses stayed so long. Can't wait to see your new thrifty finds.

  12. Dion is keeping you engaged in life as it were so when you reach 80 and are at the bar you will really be a hoot!

  13. I love the thought that you will be at the bar with a martini in hand when you are 80. I find that encouraging. V

  14. What beautiful roses, Cass. I hadn't posted in ten days too. But it's good to be back at it and I'm glad you are too. I look forward to seeing your thrifty finds. Your roses held up so nicely. What a lovely treat.

  15. Oh, with a sweet face like that who wouldn't want to have this cutie as a guest. ~ Sarah

  16. Oh those are some beautiful flowers!

  17. I'm house sitting my friend's black cocker spaniel. She's a riot, but my poor cats are unhappy (ok hiding). Thanks for visiting my blog.
    Your house is my dream house with the lovely wrap around porch.

  18. Yes, a woman of a certain age.. . like the two elegant and oh-so-chic ladies I was lucky enough to spot dining with Omar Sharif in a chi-chi restaurant in Paris in 1996. They were the same age as he and wearing Chanel and pearls. Quite a treat (I tried to be discreet from my table so near their's and thanks to my then-husband and love of that part of my life for pointing them out.)

  19. Isn't it amazing that roses never fade, they just get darker? What a lovely gift from Howard.

    Yes, I think someone belongs in the doghouse...the look alone gives him away. But how can you berate a pup with such sorrowful eyes?!

    Can't wait to see your goodies!!


  20. That picture of Dion, caught in the act, is priceless! Who could stay angry with a charmer like that?

  21. Delightful and vibrant!

    Have a great week.


Thank you for visiting That Old House; it's always exciting to find new comments -- they are treasured! Because of increasing spam, I have reluctantly eliminated "Anonymous" commenting. Legitimate anonymous commenters, please forgive me! You might try using "Open ID" instead. Blogger's spam software worked for a good long time, but, sadly, no longer.