Artist lesli devito has reluctantly found herself rasing her family in an old country house. Much to her surprise, she loves her rural home and enjoys sharing her adventures with her readers. There are always makeovers to be done and animals to paint. Come along for the ride. Green acres here she comes!
Welcome! This is MY OLD COUNTRY HOUSE! My name is Lesli DeVito and this is my New blog about My Old Country House. I have two other blogs: one for my writing (lifewithoutmom-taketwo.blogspot.com – this blog will ABSORB that blog and the postings before this one are THAT blog) and the other for my Paintings (leslidevitopaintings.blogspot.com –… Read More Welcome to My Old Country House!
The aging ailing parent thing IS so sad. I often think “HOW can I love my children so much and then leave them like that in the end?” horrifying. so mostly, I just don’t think about it. It is what it is. I have come to see “it is what it is” as new, some… Read More It is what it is….Charlie and Me….
Three years ago, today, was the last day I saw my Mom alive. It was my husband who reminded me of this, this morning. The day was equally as beautiful as it is today. The air was clean and fresh, not hot, not cold, just perfect. I am fairly certain that the weather was an… Read More
Three years ago, today, was the last day I saw my Mom alive. It was my husband who reminded me of this, this morning.The day was equally as beautiful as it is today. The air was clean and fresh, not hot, not cold, just perfect. I am fairly certain that the weather was an invisible backdrop… Read More Things Come in Threes
the countdown is on! Pretend school, the one that is all ice cream parties and field trips and yearbook signing parties, and extended recess and field days: is in full swing and we are all sweaty and counting the minutes until we can be a little less: overextended. I have a list a mile long… Read More countdown
About 3 months ago, I sent this letter to a magazine. This could forever be known as the letter that changed my life. Dear Editors, I have subscribed to and have enjoyed your magazine for decades, throughout the college and NY city years, single, married, having babies. In the early years, I gleaned ideas and… Read More The Letter
My dining room is command central, my studio, my gallery, the dogs room, and oh yeah… where we eat on occasion. The prettiest and the messiest and the second most used room, (next to the bathroom) of our home. the pictures say it all: CAN YOU FIND THE DOG?
Someone called me today and said they hoped I was feeling better and I had to ask myself “was I sick?” and then remembered my moody gloomy self yesterday,all out of sorts and going to my “there is no Place like NYC” place. Ah gee. Like Simon Cowell would say “Indulgent NONsense”. It is a… Read More Don’t hold me to it!
On days like today, don’t ask me why, I miss NYC more than I can bear. I long to be there and everything in the way of my being there feels like plot against me to keep me from being completely happy. I envy the folks that get to smell the bus exhaust and eat… Read More NYC
