what I’m thankful for or dirt gets under your fingernails

 

I’m thankful I’ve had such a fulfilling year. Work has continued on the nut house both the business side and “the making of our home”.   The rooms are getting ever closer to getting done even though there are so many half done projects throughout the house. The dining room has looked like a furniture paint shop for a while. I have a ton of projects coming up to share, so as the old television announcers used to say “stay tuned, there is more to come”.

It was only last year that “the nut house co.” became more than “someday I’ll….”  The followers of the nut house co. web site and blog posts are slowly increasing, it takes time to become a world dominating force (insert evil laugh). Most importantly, I get to paint my messy heart out just like the woman in Harry Chapin’s song “Dirt Gets Under the Fingernails”.

 

 

I created new products for the Festival of the Arts for the Taube in Minot, ND. I have some new designs, for both the holidays and every day, painted on the dish towels. I also painted some new canvas shopping bags. I’m really enjoying painting on the raw canvas. The canvas can take more layers of paint than the dish towel cotton, making an opportunity for a much more “painterly look”.

 

 

That ever-long suffering sainted hubby of mine came up with a new backdrop display for all my artistic work. He quickly whipped it up in one night after work. For those of you not just hanging around with nothing to do in Minot, I thought I’d show off his quick work. The amazing things is he made it so I could break it down and drive it over in my little jelly bean type car and put it together in under a half hour. I think it took longer dragging the stuff in and out of the car.

 

Hubby also made these cute little card holders out of a branch from our oak trees here at the house. The table top is made from some of the 2×4’s that came out of the basement. Some of the walls didn’t survive the flood and had to be replaced.

oak-card-holder

If you’re interested in any of the products let me know I can pull it from the show or recreate it for you. We do take credit cards or Pop Cash.

All products are hand painted and unique. They can be similar but they will have variations. They are made with permanent inks and paints and heat treated. To keep them looking their best, gently wash.

 

I encourage everyone to get some dirt under their fingernails and try something nutty that you haven’t tried before.

lorin

 

Harry Chapin – Dirt Gets Under the Fingernail – YouTube

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRZMhTffGS4

Lyrics

Now he was a man who worked with his hands
Only in a motor he found peace
He could make an engine sing like a bird
He could find his only kind of release
When he was up to the elbows in the grease.

She dreamed of a time for painting
As she was cleaning up his stains from the rug
She’d play all day with their children
And try to meet him with a welcome and hug
As he came shuffling through the house with a shrug

I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails
And hate gets under the skin
But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone
And the heart of a body that it’s in.

While he was making magic with his piston machines
She was cleaning up the mess he’d left behind.
She was trying to make it through to the end of the day
With a little empty time
And do the painting that meant peace of mind.

I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails
And hate gets under the skin
But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone
And the heart of a body that it’s in.

Well one day she didn’t bother ’bout making his bed.
She hurried all the children out the door.
And she let the bills and the marketing go.
And she went and almost bought out an art supply store.

It just so happened that day he got to thinking.
Of the grease that always covered up his skin.
So he left the garage a little early
He got a shave and a manicure and trim
Came out clean as a plaster mannequin.

He came home in a hurry
But he almost didn’t recognize the place.
It looked like it’d been hit by a hurricane.
There was canvas filling every open space.
And she had paint all over her face.

I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails
And hate gets under the skin
But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone
And the heart of a body that it’s in.

They both stood stunned into silence
Then their laughter exploded like a shout
And he went out to make some magic in the kitchen
The clean man learning what cooking was about.
And the dirty girl painting her messy heart out.

I tell you dirt gets under the fingernails
And hate gets under the skin
But a dream got a way of getting down to the bone
And the heart of a body that it’s in.

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