oh, I do find myself looking at the paint colors...I want to know what color is in the parent's bedroom of the asbergers child!! I'm always looking at the decor too! I love everything about that show!!

I liked her earlier shows more than the ones since the $1 houses began. I think it all started with the Minihaha (totally misspelled I'm sure) house. After that one she's cheezed out on stuff more, probably because she sank a LOT into that place and didn't really get it back. The latest one (I think), omg I would have been all over all that stuff! I have an old sunbeam mixer like the one they found in that house-although it's in my attic and I use my 4C kitchenaid instead since I have some of the Hobart attachments for it. I also don't care for her color choices. black and white, black and white...gray...and the latest house, the exterior, with the detail work painted in pink and the house brownish-ick. There's a house in the city we used to live in, that had similar details, but the whole place was painted various pink/maroon shades with some white, and it looked MUCH better. ALTHOUGH, I have to say, DH laughs when we watch it because I'm a lot like her with salvage. There was one episode that involved her collection of old doors and she said something like "why do I have all these old doors" and before she could answer herself I said "because they're so cool" or something like that-then she said the exact same thing (I'm having an issue with storage of salvage myself, with a small house and no basement, although I DO still have a small collection of old doors anyway, lol).

So whadya'all think of the show? __________________________________________________________ I had a hard time watching the story line, 'cause I was too busy trying to look at my hometown in the background to determine where they were. We've been the red-headed step child so long, it was good to see the beauty of Nashville on the screen. Looks like it was filmed in later winter/early spring since the redbuds are in full bloom down on the Riverfront. They were eating in one of our best restaurants, the 100 year old Capitol Grille, on our pedestrian bridge, in the Pinnacle building (the Edgehill label people were in it)... It was nice NOT to see some country rubes running around. They didn't really capture the essence of the Bluebird, but at least it was really in the Cafe. If you go to Bluebird, it's packed, and everyone shushes you all the time. heh I will say they didn't really capture the true Nashville (the Athens of the South). Hardly anyone is in "the industry" here. Most everyone here is a server trying to break into it, having moved here from some place else. She's right in the article below. We are music city, but it's not all music is country. The record label name: Edgehill is an historic area, where Music Row is located, but it's not a real name, I don't think. Good idea though! It even sounds authentic me. Here is a link that might be useful: Athens of the South

He liked to say somewhat poetically that he served on foreign soil and heard a shot fired. That about sums it up. He was in the US Navy and patrolled the Great Lakes. One night, patrolling the Canadian side of the Great Lakes, someone fell asleep on guard duty, dropped his gun, and it fired. He came away from the navy a cribbage player, and the family often gathered around the kitchen table late at night to play the game, which he reminded us was a great pastime in the navy. The Crimson Field” title refers to the poppies pictured in the title slide of the show as well as the blood of war. And the poppies refer to the poem below written during WWI by a Canadian military doctor. I remember my father reciting this poem at the dinner table from memory every year when Veteran’s Day arrived and he bought his poppy that year, which he proudly wore for the rest of the month. The GreatWar 1914-1918 In Flanders Fields by John McCrae, May 1915 In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.