Looking Super

Danneman’s is now painted and the old furniture has been purchased by Bobby at the Pizza place down the street, so it is mostly cleaned out. Grant and I started bringing in and arranging all of our treasures. Its pretty funny that we are both obsessed in the same way. We arrange things and then stand around and admire our handiwork. We even went back over there tonight. I had gone to Home Depot and bought two palms for either side of the front door. Grant met me over at the building to help me get the plants out of the car and bring them inside. But truth be told, we both just wanted to see how it looked at night and congratulate each other on how great it’s looking.

It’s also nice to hear other people liking it. Tonight when Grant I were kicked back in our new love seat vignette discussing shelving possibilities, Kwanza Hall, our city councilman stopped in to chat and he liked that we were bringing it back home so to speak. Kwanza’s father told him that Mr Danneman, a white Jewish guy was always ready to hep Dr. King’s people, and was well respected in the neighborhood. I liked hearing that. I think we are on the right path. And Joe is really lucky that he has Grant and I covering his back and doing it right.

I do get carried away with creating these environments. And they have to be “right”. Last year, I got all my five, sisters a couple of their husbands, my husband, Duane, and my brother Charlie all together and we went down to Pensacola and completely redid a little house my mom bought. She had bought this little three bedroom house to live in and wanted to sell the five bedroom home that we grew up in. She had rented it out for a year while waiting to sell her house and it was trashed when the renter moved out. Mom was frantic about it and upset that her house wasn’t selling so I decided we had to so something about her situation.

We all went down to Pensacola in July, while Mom was at the beach with her brother and his wife. I tell you what we had it going on. All my siblings are quite talented and we each had our “departments” to take care of. In one week we had the entire house painted, every light and plumbing fixture replaced, Every closet built out with custom shelving, moved Mom’s furniture to the new house, had a garage sale and got rid of the things she didn’t want, sewed curtains, made custom bamboo curtain rods, refinished a table and reupholstered her dining room chairs, arranged all of the furniture into the new house, hung up all of her art, completely landscaped the yard to include a pond and ten palm trees, built a pergola for her back deck and got nice comfortable deck furniture and had a dinner party for twenty people the night she came home to see her house.

It was really quite an amazing process. But we are quite an amazing family. Some of her friends couldn’t believe she could just go out of town and trust us to do everything. But Mom had no problem with that; she knew we are amazing. There were only two problems. When we went to grill the steak I realized that I sold the propane tank at the garage sale. WHoops.

So when I met Grant, I immediately recognized a kindred spirit. He would fit right into our fam. And Damn, Danneman’s is looking really good, if I do say so myself. Don’t you agree Grant?