Sunday, March 23, 2014

Home is....

Been thinking about what home is lately, and what makes a home. And here is what it is to me:
It's wherever you are loved.
 It's wherever you find yourself under a warm blanket.
It's when you are with someone who makes you laugh until you toot and then you both laugh even harder.
It's wherever someone makes you soup.
It's where there is a well worn scrabble board.
 It's where random hugs happen.
It's where there is tender wisdom given.
It's where you can cry full on, and someone runs to hand you a Kleenex.
It's where warm cookies are baked whether you're on a diet or not.
It's where there is imperfect furnishings.
It's where there is a pot of coffee on often.
 It's where there is more laughter than tears, and laughter through tears.
It's wherever "I love you" is said daily.
 It's wherever you can put your hair in a scrunchie and slip into ratty sweatpants.
 It's where a sense of humor is not optional.
 It's where people can tell you truth, because they love you.
 It's where someone will always have your back.
 It's where someone gives good back rubs.
It's where someone says, "You're weird" after you act totally goofy and weird.
There are pets.
There are jammie days.
There is French toast.
 It's where I can be my strange, disorderly, mischevious, flip-out, soulful, and messy self.
"Home" by Phillip Phillips

Thursday, March 13, 2014

Monday, March 10, 2014

Our BEFORE and AFTER faves y'all!

Here are some of my favorite Before and Afters that we've done over the years...ENJOY!!!

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Salvage and Scrap bits and Finials, oh my!

I can't throw out wood. It's a disorder, I know. Because most of the old stuff is good stuff like cherry and mahogany! I took some old cherry pedestal pieces from a discarded dining table and made them into works of art for your fireplace...I think they're perdy.  we are planning in making more...these are already sold. Get junkin!

Tuesday, March 4, 2014

The Tough Stuff

It's been a rough week. A rough winter, actually. And I'm not sure I have my footing going into the Spring. And it's not one major "thing" that has me off my center, it's a whole bunch of little things. Because the tough stuff is in the "little things", I feel, and can create just as much anxiety in me. The big stuff of life you can point to and say, "that was earth shattering" or "I'm glad I survived that". But the little decisions of life can have, over time, the effect of wearing away at one's solid ground, like the ocean chipping away at the side of a cliff. Before you know it, you're in the drink. I had several decisions to make this week that I could have gone 50/50 on. If I went in either direction, nothing tragic would occur, but each choice had it's own set of guilt baggage attached to it. And it wore me out. I couldn't honestly say that the choices I went with were the "right" ones. They were what was right, I'm sure, after weighing things out and saying a prayer or two. But so were the choices I didn't go with. They were sort of right, too. But why is it then that I felt so guilty afterwards? I think it is because we deep down know that the small decisions and choices CAN have huge consequences, just as much as the big decisions. Because life is so darn unpredictable. Because you can decide on shopping at GIANT supermarket when you usually go to Costco, and then slip on ice in the parking lot and break your leg. Life is so crazy like that. You can turn a corner and in an instant greet ecstasy or tragedy. And so I will continue to approach the small choices just like the big ones: weigh things out, check my internal "justice scales" for whether or not it's the right thing to do, talk to 10 of my friends, check my Magic 8 ball, say a Hail Mary and hope for the best. And then let go and let God. Here's an example of a painting decision that paid off. Green rocks.