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Sunday, December 16, 2012

she's back in business now...

Does anyone else get the Dick Tracy movie song in your heads when you read "she's back in business, now?" LOL, I totally do...I always have a song in my head, though.
BUT, seriously, I AM back in business now!! I have been almost strictly typing on my iPad for the past five months, as my laptop has slowly reached it's retirement.  Do you have any idea how difficult it is to type a lengthy blog post or even an email on a touchscreen? it's ever so fun to have autocorrect change phrases like let's hang out soon to let's gang out soon, or I must pick things up to I must ninja up.  The other day I commented to my friend She is SO adorable about her daughter's photo, oh yes, autocorrect changed it to she is SPA adorable.  Um, what? how do you even get those words from what I typed? anyhow, it has become incredibly tiring to re-read every single thing I type several times...let alone type it with my index fingers on the touch screen.
I am so very happy to announce that we finally have a desktop!! yay!!! the timing wasn't perfect, but, the mr's company was offered a lovely holiday deal that we couldn't pass up...plus the little peeps aren't so little anymore and with school research projects and keyboarding and such, it really was time.
I am officially back from my blogging/emailing hiatus!! and so very excited!!!

Monday, November 12, 2012

Dye-Free Week

Hey Everyone, It's dye-free week over at B in Real Life and I will be posting about our experience over there.  Our family has gone dye-free many thanks to Brooke and her little Q! Reading her story was like looking in the mirror and I just had to try out the dye-free diet...we haven't gone back! I'll post more later, but, I wanted to encourage you to check out Brooke's blog to read about her personal experience with going dye-free.

Join us for The Holiday Paper Tree Project!!!


refinement...ouch...

Hello all! Long time no write...i cant imagine too many of you faithful readers even still exist since there hasn't been anything new to read on this blog for months! It's not that I haven't wanted to write...it's just that I've been partaking in other creative ventures...and realistically, I've been struggling to find the words to write...OR I go through something, start to write a post about it, process it in the writing process and decide against posting it.  I love the therapy that writing brings.  It really has been a long time since I posted, and, since then, quite a lot has happened in my life, emotionally, I guess you could say.  I guess I feel a bit like the clay on the wheel...possibly feeling the push and pull of the potter's hands, forming me into something beautiful, but painful in the process...let's be honest, the process never feels beautiful...it hurts, like hell!  I don't know if you've read Rob Bell's "Drops Like Stars," book, but he describes the process of soap carving quite well...it's painful...can't imagine the cuts of the knives to create this thing of beauty, but, when the sculptor is done...there was a beautiful sculpture in that bar of soap all along.  Clearly, that soap had potential to be a thing of beauty all along.

Anyhow, I suppose this post is going to take a rather raw turn, if you will...I really have been sifting through some things...my life is so good...I find myself so blessed...but, over the past few months, I have definitely been struggling off and on with some twists in this chapter of my life, lol.  I guess I've been fighting with the author over a few details in my story ;0)

For those of you who know me, you don't really need to read this part...for those of you who are just now peeking in on my blog, well, I am "sick"...i have been sick for about three years, now...wow...three years...with a rare genetic blood disease that originates in my liver and sort of mimics MS on the neurological side of things.  Three years ago, after finishing up as an MEP rep for his company, on the new cowboys stadium in Texas, my husband and I took our usual spontaneous jump into life and moved to Savannah to attend SCAD.  In a nutshell, I became sick...very very sick...only, I had been getting sick all along and hadn't really listened to the warning signs.  It felt like over night, i had gone from this spontaneous energetic mama who went to the gym regularly, held late night dance parties with my kids, created art into the wee hours...even functioned as a "single mom" during the seasons when the mister and I had to live in separate states while he travelled for projects to this slower, cautious, weak version of myself.  Fast forward three years, I am beginning to learn to live with this disease, and, thanks to my doctor, we actually know what I have and I have meds to help me function as a wife and mama and can take many preventative measures to live a better longer life with the three people who matter the most to me.

Honestly, this post has been sitting unpublished in my little outbox or what ever you call it, for quite some time, now.  I've struggled with whether or not I want to actually publish it...it's incredibly raw, and sometimes, I have a difficult time sharing my truly raw moments...mostly because, by nature, I am a pretty happy-glass-is-half-full-kinda-person and I guess putting my words down in written form, it's often incredibly hard for me to convey some of the things that I struggle with, without feeling like I am coming across as a completely negative person. 
BUT, here's the truth...we ALL struggle, we all have pains and trials...and it's comforting to know that someone else has gone through what we are going through.  So, I feel like it's high time that I share my experiences just for the sake of someone else who might be going through what I am.

One of the reasons that I don't talk much about my illness is mostly because I'd still like to believe it's not actually real.  I like to close my eyes and pretend this illness was actually just a three year long flu bug...but...I guess it's not, LOL.  Also, since I have been struggling with this disease for a few years, now, I've had several different medical opinions...for almost a year, I was told that what I had was most likely MS, so, it's also difficult to talk about what you have when you don't know what it is that is making you sick. 
Over the past six-ish months I've really been having to process some facts of life, you see, having this genetic disease means letting go of a lot of things that I thought, made me me...it's been incredibly difficult to be such a free spirited person with a body that is not...I have had to start giving things up like spray painting (don't worry, I'm looking into alternate methods) and foods and products that my body can't detox...at times, it has felt like my illness has dictated my life...at times, I've started to wonder what was left of "me" in me...
There are days where I fear that I am losing "me" altogether...days like the day I wrote the post below...but...then, isn't that the point altogether? I found myself thinking about the words to the song "I Surrender All," and I vividly remember that song playing the night I gave my heart to the Lord, I thought it was so fabulous and divine that that song was playing...funny, I had no idea what it meant to surrender all...honestly, I still don't.  Life is not about my purpose and my agenda, it's about living a redemptive story for others.  I wonder how long it's going to take me to grasp this concept ;o)


(Written two weeks ago)
I've been sitting here writing sticky notes-surrounding myself with them-of the words I've said wrong, jumbled and mixed up with other words, or words whose letters I've simply omitted or changed.

At first I thought it was just fatigue, then it began to happen more frequently...
simple words- at work Kalamazoo became Kingamazoo, Toyota four runner became For-yota, Bob to bibe...yesterday I couldn't remember how to spell calm...I kept writing "alm" and knowing that something about it wasn't right, it looked peculiar...I looked it up in the dictionary and couldn't find (c)alm anywhere.  Even as I write this, I am adding extra letters in places where letters form patterns.

According to my "group," this is a normal symptom of my disease...according to my neuro scientist friend, I am presenting w/signs that indicate my white matter lesions are...well...they are there on the language centers of my brain...



About the time that I was processing some of this, I hopped onto my friend, Brooke's blog and read this post and cried and cried at how brave Brooke's friend is...she is so much stronger than I and going through so much more!! The song she had on her video was this one:

"You make beautiful things out of us," it hit me...hard...this song and Abbe's video on BinRealLife
reminded that life isn't about me...and I am reminded of the painful process that comes out of sculpting something into a sculpture and sometimes when I am reminded of these things, I am able to see my life as something bigger than my own agenda. I have often thought of this post lately...it makes me wonder, what prayers have I prayed in the past about being made into the person God wants for me to be...what is happening in my life to shape me into this? Through struggle and suffering comes beauty...and when I remember this, as much as I have not enjoyed some of the pains that have come through this season in life, I cannot deny that it has drawn me closer to God, and I would never want to take that back.
“When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.”
Viktor E. Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning
You know, I have always chosen to believe this...I often talk about beauty from ashes, about how God takes our stories and uses them...long before I got sick I believed this-I believed God takes our battered, our broken, and bruised and makes them new-better-beautiful.
Vicki (one of my besties) and I spend long periods of time discussing such things...we both have a love for the flea, for vintage everything...we love to find a discarded piece of furniture and make it new she describes it much better than I, here,  we correlate this idea with art...we see such things and think they are yet another example of what God does in our lives...and yet, I never thought I would be challenged to believe it with my life...as I sit and think about some of the challenges I face, which btw are nowhere near as difficult as the challenges that many others face, I am asked...do I choose to believe that God can and will make something beautiful out of this? do I believe that God is making something beautiful and better out of me?
What is life all about? what does MY life say life is all about?

"But he knows the way that I take; when he has tested me, I will come forth as gold." Job 23:10.

"In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.  These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith - of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire - may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed." 1 Peter 1:6-7

“If there is meaning in life at all, then there must be meaning in suffering.”
Viktor E. Frankl

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

thrill of the find, part 2

Well, it's probably high time that I post another Thrill of the Find post...and, I suppose this piece might be the best piece to feature this week...1) b/c it has a pretty funny story of how I acquired it and 2) b/c I think I may place it in my invitation-only-estate sale...yes, I am having an estate sale...more like a rubbish sale...but, still...all of the finds that I acquire are from someone's estate...they all have a story from long ago...they all sat lovingly placed in someone's home...so, that is why I am calling it an estate sale...
I was all excited about my estate sale and finally purging of a few of my finds...b/c, you see, in order to actually sell things in a boutique, I have to let them go ;o) I wanted to be able to pay off one of my larger medical bills and to sneakily pay off the remainder of the mr's car (as an anniversary gift)...what a better way of doing it? making room for new finds (b/c who am I kidding, there will always be new finds) AND actually preparing for my dream of owning a boutique.  LOL...so, I thought, This is it! I'm finally doing it!! I was even so proud of myself for being willing to sell some of my absolute favorite pieces...like this one that I'm about to tell you about...the ones that have the funniest stories (I gave one of the best pieces away as a bday gift last year and thought I was finally on my way emotionally to having a boutique) THEN...this morning,  Design Mom featured another living with kids house tour and now, I SO do not want to sell any of my finds! dang it! No, seriously...my house is stuffed to the BRIM with finds...and, I promise you, I have found most of it in antique stores, flea markets, estates sales...etc etc and rarely has any of it cost me more than $100..BUT since my house is nearly full, I no longer have room to find anything...and for those of you out there who love finding and refinishing furniture or just giving new life to something that others have deemed rubbish...then, you know, hunting for it...that's the thrill!
I think, letting go of some of these older pieces (the pieces I've found along the way in some of the many other places we've lived) is what's tripping me up a little bit...this thought occurred to me yesterday...I am a pro at moving...honestly, I love it...but, let's be more honest...it happens a lot in our lives, so, perhaps I am just used to it...and perhaps, the reason it's so easy to adjust to each new home is they all look and feel and smell the same...with each move, I fill each home with all of these pieces that we've needed along the way for storage or what have you...so, maybe, letting these puppies go is also something emotional for me like letting go of each place.  Anyhow, I'll stop with my sappy little story about my strange attachments to clunky pieces of wood and vintage somethings and introduce you to Thrill of the Find part deux:


This lovely armoire is currently sitting in our giant open studio+play room+family room holding tons of games...she has come in SO handy in every single house as closet space is always lacking.  I found my lovely armoire many years ago in a tiny Texas town a little bit (a lot) south of Dallas...I didn't know the names of the towns surrounding DFW and assumed it wouldn't be that far...an inch or so on the map...nah, not a bad drive at all, lol.  I found this beauty on craigslist...you have GOT to love craigslist, it is so fabulous! So, let me see if I can tell this story w/o making you read 10pages of a tale..b/c I'm wordy like that ;o)
The Mr. was working on site at the Cowboy's Stadium...which meant I was on my own with the kids most of the time...we moved there to be on site which meant, we could enjoy being in the same city as the mr. and have none of the flying back and forth like we had been doing for the year and a half prior, but, it also meant I was on my own when it came to things like lawn care or lifting heavy furniture...so, I found this little...well, not-so-little lovely armoire and I fell in love with it.  A woman, with the same collection-obsession as me, had opened a little antique store at one time and was then selling it and all of the pieces she had collected along the way...for REALLY REALLY good prices.  SO, I of course, contacted her! She said the piece was a good as mine if I could pick it up...she gave me the measurements...we made arrangements to meet up at her little store in the little town (far) south of Dallas...then the Mr. came home and told me that the armoire wouldn't fit in my car...I insisted that it would...he cut a piece of cardboard to the dimensions to use as a visual aide...I punched his visual aide and told him that was how I would make the armoire fit, LOL.  I did tell him not to worry, that, by the same time the next day that armoire would be in our house...he'd see.  He laughed.
Same time, next day.  Armoire was sitting in our driveway.  LOL.
I called Enterprise, they picked me up.  Actually, they didn't pick me up...I had to drive to them.  I went online and rented a 6 passenger truck...I needed somewhere to put two car seats, after all, so I couldn't rent a truck from the typical truck renting place...and, long story short...I drove myself and two little people through downtown Dallas during rush hour with a giant (and this baby is giant...remember how it wouldn't fit in my car?) armoire hanging off the back.  I don't know what I was thinking not having a dolly or muscles or an extra person to lift the armoire! My GPS took me on a dirt road to a tiny little town in the middle of nowhere...luckily, luckily, the mr. mentioned a bag of straps that I would need if I actually acquired this thing..and luckily, I grabbed them...
once I got to tiny-town-on-dirt-road, luckily, the woman who sold me the piece happened to be accompanied by her husband...luckily he knew how to use those straps and even luckier...a very muscley man on a harley just happened to be driving by...just happened to know these people and just happened to notice that I was of very little help when it came to loading that thing into my rental truck.  SO, lucky for me, while driving through pretty thick traffic with a giant armoire sticking out over the tail gate, it was strapped in well...and...I may have also purchased a GIANT antique mirror to go with it.  The husband/moving crew convinced me that it'd fit in the armoire perfectly, he'd even wrap and load it, and he'd give me a good deal.  Hmm...I wonder if my husband will be selling off my finds like that someday soon? hehe. 
Anyhow, that's the short version of the story of this find...I'm not going to lie...driving it home wasn't fun...but, I just kept laughing thinking about the Mr. coming home to find it in his driveway (like the time we were 23 and I painted "happy 35th bday, M, I love you" across the side of our house...lol it was so fun to watch his expression...as in a tiny little smirk, shake of his head and then a slight chuckle followed by "looks like you have a LOT of painting to do,"...this man does not get mad...ever lol) and it was funny!! Once we arrived home, I took a picture of the armoire sitting in the truck with the kids in front of it and I sent it to the Mr. at work.
Anyhow, that's it...the short story of how this little find came to find it's place in our home...and now, soon, she will find her place in another home.  LOL there are plenty more of these thrill of the find posts to come...and probably plenty more that will be included in my...deep breath...lol, estate sale. 

Sunday, July 15, 2012

featured etsy store: dantoro

support the arts...lol otherwise, we starving artists must have garage sales to survive! that's dan on the left at our recent "ohmygoodness, I have too much crap! let's have a garage sale in 48hours" sale.
hey y'all...that's texas for "hello readers"
remember my cool graffiti head profile picture? my brother made that...
AND guess what?! my brother has a really cool etsy store filled with some of his amazing work.
dantoro is the name of Dan's etsy shop and he currently has some lovely prints listed...honestly, I want them all...not just b/c he's my brother, but, b/c I LOVE his work and let's be honest, everything he has listed would look really good in our house.  check out his store!

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

thank you teachers...oh, and imaginary friends


I thought that I'd share our teacher appreciation gifts...they were a relatively inexpensive, yet personal way to say thank you to some pretty special peeps in our lives
We had so much fun creating these...I had really hoped to use "chicks and hens" or is it "hens and chicks" 1) b/c I love succulents and 2) well, really...chicks...hens... need i say more?? but, the individual plants were so much more expensive AND those brightly colored pansies really really popped in the vintage cocktail glasses we picked up at a local thrift store.  We made little paper buntings out of scraps of paper I had in a drawer (all of my collages are made out of recycled scrap), yarn, and some bbq skewers. 
Want to make your own? it's really quite simple...all it takes is fun containers (one could find much more affordable containers at a dollar or craft store...vintage glasses...that match, mind you, aren't exactly the thriftiest way to plant flowers LOL), pansies or other little plants like johnny jump ups, soil, skewers, yarn, fabric glue, and paper scraps.  One needn't sew their bunting together...but, I am a collage artist, so, I take every chance I get to sew on paper ;o)  I am terrible about actually writing directions...I tend to get overly descriptive (I believe winded is the word) so, if you'd like more detailed directions (mostly on making mini bunting...which is fun for cupcakes), message me and I'll write a more elaborate post.

I am so grateful for all of the lovely teachers who have come into our lives this year (and all of the years past)...I truly believe the great ones plant seeds. 
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I breathe a deep sigh of relief as we approach summer break...I am looking forward to a summer season of much needed rest...mostly for our souls ;o) I look forward to sprinklers and Popsicles (if it ever warms up) and time to really create.  Today was the first day in ages, that I was able to sit and freely create what was in my head...I've been so blessed to have been given a number of creative projects this past year and those projects were what kept me going through some busy and emotional times...but, it's been forever since I've been able to sit, like I used to, and just create...to grab hold of all of those visions floating through my head...to even stop and see those visions...and to get them down on paper.  I started this blog two+ years ago in an attempt to force myself to create again...I thought that perhaps, if I talked about my work..threw some words out there into the www I might actually be held accountable to create during a season in life when I couldn't bring myself to do the one thing I loved...we had left SCAD and I'll admit it, I knew it was the right thing, but, I was sad...
I was right, having a blog most certainly has forced creativity, but not in the way that I thought it would...instead, I read the blogs of so many other creative people out there and I find myself so inspired...
so, while I am thanking people today, 1st: great teachers and now, 2nd: thank you thank you all of you fabulously creative blog writers whose blogs I follow...thank you my imaginary friends. LOL

Monday, May 21, 2012

put it on my tab

C had a baby shower for her teacher...an email followed by what seems to be a daily request these past two months, "MOM! MOM! MOM! I HAVE to take a baby gift! I HAVE to, and I need it TOMORROW!!" boy, am I ever glad I still had these little things from an old line of notions that I used to sell (since it was 8pm when this request was made)!! just pulling them out and wrapping them up in my striped tissue paper makes me want to sit and create again. 
Seriously, though, these school requests are killing me! we've been in a LOT of schools (six and counting...I think...and that doesn't count the year we had to home school while living on site with daddy for his project) and our latest school is great...it really is...but, sometimes, it feels like the teachers forget that we have lives outside of school...last week we had something every night...and topping it off, we had to create a dish by 5:30pm one evening that could've been eaten in ancient Egypt.  Sooooo thankful those ancient Egyptians ate hummus and soooo thankful those people at safeway sell it!
 LOL, this week, we are catering a breakfast along with many many other special requests...then C gets home and the usual: "MOM! MOM! We HAVE to bring food this week," request is made.  me: "Yes, I know...we parents are catering breakfast this week," C: "NOOOOOO! We HAVE to bring food, we decided to have a party on Wednesday!" ahhh yes, of course, another teacher decided to tell the kids to bring food too.  Ahh, yes, I'll just squeeze that in between baking nine million muffins and making teacher appreciation gifts.  add it to the growing pile, please.  seriously, put it on my tab.
On another totally unrelated note...I've entered a contest to win photoshop!! fingers are crossed!! i hope I win...b/c wouldn't that just spruce up my blog so much? I mean, look at these photos...just think about how I could've changed the lighting and put them together as one photo, side by side, all cutesie! Kate from See Kate Sew is running the contest and she's running another pretty amazing contest over at her blog today! Kate's blog is one of my absolute favorites..she has some of the best tutorials and patterns! and, I promise, I'm totally not saying this so she'll pick me to win photoshop...lol...but, I wish she would!!

Friday, May 18, 2012

the thrill of the find post #1: craigslist meeting gone wrong...almost...then not!!

well, folks...here it is! I present to you my first ever thrill of the find post #1:
 
My mother's day gift!

i love her.  she is a full-sized vintage iron bed with bed knobs and broomsticks twisty knobs (seriously, that was the first thought that popped into my mind when I touched the goldish knobs...how i wanted to set up the bed, sit on it with C & T, and twist the knobs JUST like the movie).
It was quite a little trip to get this beauty...the seller of this piece was quite the character too! We were heading to a wedding a couple of hours from here and I casually hopped on craigslist as I do most days...you know, just to see if I couldn't find some furniture like a sofa or a chair to replace the emptiness i feel now that my V has left the nest (hehe...she and I planned this...I said "If we squeeze your furniture in, we'll miss it and the place will look bare when you leave...much like after we take down the Christmas tree each year,")

the story goes like this:
12am Friday, I discover cheap vintage iron bed on craigslist...I tell sleepy M that I've found the love of my life (after him) and the absolute perfect mother's day gift for me...he agrees.  I email seller of cheap vintage bed.
8am Friday, email reply from seller: yes available, good thing you emailed....was going to meet someone here in an hour and was going to sell it to him with some other stuff....hopefully you can get it this weekend?
9am Friday, i reply: yes! yes! I will come and get it tomorrow (Saturday)! I ask her what the size of the bed is to determine the size of vehicle needed to pick up merchandise and I ask her to confirm the area where the bed is located.
no reply
no reply
no reply
M tries calling to make arrangements...no answer...voicemail is full.  I am beginning to think she sold the bed to the person from her 8am email.  oh well.  better luck next time.
4pm Friday, email reply from her: I think it is a double or full size bed....can get you dimensions on Sunday if you want.  It is already down and set out.  I will be at the property on Sunday if you want to meet then? this is followed with an email about meeting up Monday in another city (LOL).  I was a little bit confused.
I reply with an apology that I can only pick up the bed on Saturday.
8am Sat, I receive this email titled "I was wrong about the bed": I had the wrong pictures it is actually black....I just noticed that last night. I swore the bed was black in the ad...but, who knows...and it sure seemed a bit like she wasn't reading the content of my emails...
so, the Mister phones her and...she answers!! he explains that we will only be in the area that day...she explains that she doesn't live on the property and she accidentally locked the padlock on the gate and can't find the key...and...and..and...LOL it was a very very lengthy conversation for a man who doesn't talk much.  I sit and watch as he grabs a pen and starts jotting instructions down...after what seemed like an hour, he gets off the phone and says "well, it's like a cabin...and...well, she locked herself out...but the bed is outside already...so...she wants us to go there and get it." 
me: "oh, ok.  So, will she meet us there?"
him: "ummm....no...she told me to just climb under the gate, go up the hill and take the bed, and if the neighbors give us grief, which they might, we are to call her,"
me: "how will we get the bed out? under the gate?"
him: "umm, I don't know?"
me: "how will we pay her?"
him: "she told me to leave the money in an envelope and put it under something then to call her and tell her where the money is.  OH, and she also said to take a lot of cash with us b/c if my wife likes antiques she'll like what's there...she told me to be fair and leave more money if there is something else you like,"
LOL ohmyword...this felt like we had stumbled onto some sort of drug deal or some sort of smuggling or something (not that I know what that feels like).  About 15 minutes passed and the seller called back and said she thought we'd better meet in person to exchange money.  I kinda thought that maybe we should call the whole thing off...maybe...but, the bed...oh that darling bed...AND, get this...M, yes M, was pushing to go!!! it's normally the opposite.

So, we ventured out with what we thought was plenty of time to get the bed and go to the wedding.  We followed the seller's instructions to cabin with bed...now let me explain...the typical "cabins" in the area that this bed was listed in are just homes off of a paved road...SO...imagine our surprise when our directions took us further and further along a narrow winding road to a dead end turn onto an even narrower dirt road right along a large river at the bottom of what felt like a canyon...hmmm...I was beginning to feel a little bit more unsure of this crazy furniture quest of mine...perhaps this was my final furniture hunt...i mean you've heard stories of craigslist dealings gone wrong...oh goodness...could this be one of them?
so...we turned onto the dirt road...as we wound our way along the river, I noticed that we no longer had cell service, ok, now how will we call you, lady, when the weird neighbors attack us and accuse us of stealing furniture?! we drove and we drove and we drove...until finally we arrived at the bottom of a dirt driveway that led up a long hill to a run down shack...the number wasn't even marked on the gate...and the seller wasn't going to be waiting for us...m and I looked at each other...we wondered how we would know we were at the right spot? and not climbing under the wrong pad-locked gate...and how on earth we would get the bed down the hill...LOL...well, obviously, you know how the story ends because there's the bed in the picture up above!
We climbed under the gate and quietly approached the shack...seriously, I was so sure a vicious guard dog would emerge from the piles and eat us alive...but, to our delight...there was the bed in the middle of piles of crap...all in her glory...I was so delighted! She didn't end up being too terribly heavy either...we hiked down the muddy hill (did I mention that it was raining?!) with lovely bed in tow...and the real kicker...lol...no surprise, though, we actually squeezed her into my car! There we were, in the rain and mud and horse poop and hay and probably rat poop...with a bed about an inch too wide to fit through my rear car door...so, we twisted and contorted and opened other doors...lol...and all I can say is we must've looked like a couple of loons standing out there in the rain...but, we got our lovely bed! LOL, luckily we didn't wear our wedding attire to retrieve the bed (LOL the mister almost did).
and, now she's home.  and that is tale #1 of one of the many many pieces that we have...lol...believe me, that's not the first bed we've carried out...lol, it's not even the first mother's day bed!!
M is going to build me a box spring, b/c I want to upholster it in ticking and then we plan to top it with a squishy ikea bed...we want it too look all squishy...
I've got my eye on a quilt on ebay to go with this little beauty...but, i've promised the mister i wouldn't make any more bids this week! LOL!!



Thursday, May 17, 2012

crazy for the crazy quilts

ok...this is not my mother's day gift, as promised, (sorry for stringing you along)...but, seriously, check out what I scored for $4.99!
a vintage crazy quilt...i love crazy quilts...have one from the 1960's on my wall...can't wait to do something fun with this one:
VINTAGE UNFINISHED CRAZY QUILT - AGE ?

coordinating fabric for my mother's day gift

I know I promised the tale of my mother's day gift...however, I can't bring myself to post about it without a photo of it! AND, if you've been reading my blog for awhile now, you know how bad I am about photos...what happened to the good ole days of taking my film to one hour development and having a hefty stack of pix? sigh...i keep forgetting to upload my photos...because i actually did take a picture of my lovely mother's day present and I promise you the tale of acquiring it is a good one...but, until my thrill of the find post #1 is up, I thought I'd share my newest totally-in-love-with-this-site obsession!! I plan to make some brightly colored pillows to go on top of my mother's day find (do you have any guesses of what it is yet?) and I discovered the amazing fabrics on that site!! ohgoodness...this is not good...it's like the day i discovered cheap antiques on ebay (um yesterday) but didn't take into account the shipping price, LOL!! anyhow, take a peek at modern fabric studio i'm sure you'll be as in love as i am...

Monday, May 14, 2012

happy belated mother's day.
dear me.  has it really been this long since I've posted a for-real-diary-blog entry? i've been a terrible blogger this year...
the truth is, I have been a tad bit busy...my regular routine of dishes, laundry, more laundry, and the occasional blog post have flown out the window in this "quiet town" where i came to "rest,"
and instead, my routine has become one of running, rushing, squeezing meals in, throwing a load of wet clothes that have been in the washer for ?? into the dryer, then running some more...no personal time=no time to create, which also=no time to blog.
I know it's just a season in life but, I do find myself searching for ways to slow down...

I have also sort of been putting off blogging b/c I have been having a little bit of a pity party lately and no one wants to read a blog post about that...I think my pity party sort of stemmed from having an empty nest and strangely, an unofficial diagnosis.
 yes, my V has left the nest and taken her pretty furniture with her, leaving my house, indeed, feeling quite empty...lol and while i do love her taste and how well our combined furniture meshes, i love her company more and miss her terribly ;o) oh goodness, i'm welling up now...and it's already been a whole week, you'd think i'd be getting a grip by now!
as for the unofficial diagnosis, it happened in a whirlwind that started as a horrible rxn becoming a blessing in disguise b/c it landed us with a confirmed "this has GOT to be what you have!" from my doctor...I mean, we've known the name of this suspected disorder for quite some time...but, until recently, I guess I've just been living in this little world of "maybe it's not that," and "eh, this too shall pass." With the most recent confirmation, the calling of my disorder by it's name, surfaced some unexpected emotions in me, i guess it's really hit me that maybe this too won't pass...that this season isn't exactly just a season...however, none of these emotions replaced my reality that this could be way way worse, that I don't have it all that bad.
I approach all things in life with a pretty light-hearted attitude:
"so, we're moving again? ok, well good I needed to deep clean this house anyway,"
or
"so, I'm getting A wisdom tooth pulled? ok, at least it's one and not four,"
yes, that is typically the way I process things.  I assumed that knowing the name of my disorder would evoke feelings of relief, and it totally does...I think the reality of it, the reality that this could last a little bit longer than i had anticipated sort of bulldozed me a little bit, leaving me a bit winded.

A trip to my beloved anthropologie, urban outfitters, and MAC (thank you V...my eyes thank you too! seriously, they look HOT now!! M agrees) followed by a broadway play...THEN another one of my crazy furniture scavenger hunts this past week has totally brightened my spirits and brought me back to my usual self...pure artistic inspiration, which is maybe all that i needed all along! i think, life has just been so busy, and since i now live nowhere near civilization, my artistic well had run dry...I didn't realize how much I needed to refresh it and how much faster my heart beats in an urban environment...it was so lovely to have dinner at our old favorite neighborhood restaurant, twice...to smell anthropologie and be inspired by all of the furniture...to take in a play with C, having a date with M, and...topping it all off: a furniture hunt that ended very well....
oh, ladies and gents...i don't think I've done a very good job on my blog of really introducing you to my crazy obsession with love of all things vintage, of furniture, OR even to my art...
let me take a minute and try to create a little statement about myself and my furniture:
i love all things old.  if your piece has a story, it's as good as sold to ME.  i can't pass up a piece that came from someone's grandfather's house...that he lovingly built with his own two hands.  there's a total thrill of the find...but, not just the find, the find at a good price! and the smell and feel of a fresh coat of paint...lol, even the thrill of somehow making it fit in the car.  ah yes, i'm a crazy one...for garage sales, and thrift stores, and little open markets and most definitely craigslist.  nearly every piece in my house is a found object with some sort of story...only my pink sofa was a full price item...and even that sweet pink sofa has a tale of it's own.
so, i'd like to take these next couple of days to showcase my finds...and their little stories...
first up will be my mother's day gift...

Monday, April 23, 2012


“It is written: “‘As surely as I live,’ says the Lord, ‘every knee will bow before me; every tongue will acknowledge God.’”” Romans 14:11 NIV
For some reason this verse, and verses similar to it always evoked in my mind, images of this scary God forcing knees to bow...
but, this morning, as I read this, I was reminded of the verse that says that our God is a patient God not wanting anyone to perish...and, I realize that every knee will bow by choice not by force, it is God's desire for everyone of us not to perish...and, that every little circumstance we've experienced may be used as a redemptive story for ourselves or for someone else. 
and then, I remember, driving the other morning...stretched out in front of me were black mountains...a giant expanse of shadows...but, i didn't even notice the expanse of mountains b/c just above the mountains stood a much smaller mountain...snow-covered it stood bright and white, it was nearly blinding...even though it's size was minute compared to the shadowed mountains in front of it, you couldn't help but only notice it.
as I sat looking at this mountain, I realized how much like life it was...in front of all of us is a great expanse of dark, of rough terrain, of trials and climbs and shadows...
we can choose to stay in the shadows, or we can choose to shine...
others do see the shadows stretched out in front of us...and they also see how we respond to our situations...
and this is when i realize that it is often how we respond to life that causes other's "knees to bow" (ie see Christ in us)...it isn't necessarily our holiness...b/c we are not holy...it is not the picture perfect anything...it's the darkness in our lives and our response to it...our complete dependence on God that causes others to see Him too.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

lucky me!!!

well, my dear friends...
i think i've broken something.
my back to be exact.
oucha-mcgoucha!!
I plunged down some stairs today...well, a few more than some...i started out at the top...i ended up on a different floor when my tumble came to a finish.  C told me I hit my head too.  Her reenactment was pretty humorous!  Seriously, I feel old.  I felt like the tinman before...lol, I feel like a rusty tinman now. 

I wrote that last night...from my stiff position on my bed.  We returned home from practice and I had the kids help me relocate my growing laundry pile to my bed...we put on one episode of Jacob two two and I awoke wondering, "hmmm...should I let the kids watch Jabob two two ALL night? or should I put them to bed?" I decided on the latter, even though I didn't want to move from my crazy position half on my bed, half on my overstuffed chair...by midnight when the mr. came home, I couldn't move at all. 
I honestly contemplated cancelling everything today...but...boy am I glad I didn't....
because THEN I wouldn't have been given an upholstery sewing machine!!! YES!!! you heard me right!! ohmygoodness!!!  I have been slowly accumulating upholstery fabric whenever I find a roll on clearance...I am SO excited!!! THAT alone was worth getting out of bed for this morning!!! now I've got to figure out how to use it!!!!! I cannot wait!!!  keep your eyes out for my future furniture line...once I can bend over a sewing machine again!!

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

i am NOT a bad driver, google!!

okay, so i'm apparently not supposed to mention the ads in my sidebar...but, I couldn't help but noticing that they were all about car insurance this morning!! are you kidding me?! even google thinks i'm a bad driver?!
my car wouldn't start this morning (i'm pretty sure a short fella left some lights on in it), so i had to get a ride from my trusty roommate ;o) and I mentioned to my colleague that my car wouldn't start...he said "why? did you hit someone again?"
seriously. 

Thursday, March 29, 2012

fender-benders and marcel

oh what a night.
when you hear that phrase don't you want to just break into song "ooooh what a night!"
i do. seriously. i do. my friend's son told her he always hears a song in his head, and i can totally relate, ME TOO!! i always hear a song in my head...in fact every season of our life has a playlist...
but, wait...that's not what i was talking about...at all...i was talking about our night...
seriously, oooooh what a night...
as in, I backed into my husband's car. 

this is sort of how it played out:
backing up,
tra-la-la-la...*WHACK!!*
"um, mom? you hit dad's car."

i trudged into the house.
"honey?"
"yeah?"
"ummm honey,"
he came around the corner (he didn't even SEE outside) "You hit my car? didn't you?" in the calmest voice ever...i nodded my head...
(and while all of you are wondering why on earth he knew this...i should probably mention that he knew this b/c: i have hit a parked car in the past, and our garage door, and the frame of our garage...but not in a LONG LONG TIME...years, in fact...and, tonight I was more than distracted, my tantrum thrower had just had one of her usual tantrums, and that'll leave a girl sort of out of sorts!!)
then...he walked outside to his car and started laughing. laughing, i tell you. what a sweet man i am married to. he's not the least bit worried about his poor unsuspecting, bludgeoned car...he put some duct tape on it and drove off. it's not pretty. i did some serious damage.

seriously. what a night. this all followed a conversation about our state having a private-monkey-ownership ban (which i find ridiculous)..there are quite a few states with this ban! i know, crazy! what's more crazy is that we were having this conversation and that the mister was looking this info up for us! LOL!!!
SO, on freecycle today, someone posted a pet monkey free to good home! ummmYES! thankyouverymuch! i'll take a monkey! i've wanted a pet monkey since i was a child!! i mean, who hasn't?! I immediately called the mister, and told him all about this adorable little furry pet that was going to come live at our house!! then c, t, v & i spent a good deal of time telling M about all of the dreamy things that would happen to us if we lived with a little monkey, that V and I instantly dubbed Marcel. We demonstrated all of the cute things we could do with an itty bitty monkey living in our house....how we could say "Marcel, go wake up the kids!" and Marcel would run down the hall and slap their cheeks and kiss them...and then we could push Marcel in a little stroller and carry him around in a baby carrier on our chest AND Marcel could even be my official sample wearer/baby model for my newborn line of tees!! ummm YES, a monkey is about the best idea that's come to us in a loooong time, i tell you! V told M she didn't exactly understand why this would be a problem, since, he did in fact own a turkey last year. I explained to M that this is about as close to a human as a pet can get (minus tantrums and back talking)...potty trained...cute...lovable...we needed this baby monkey. M told V that Marcel would be moving with her into her sister's house...lol...which led to more daydreaming...b/c her sister's state is only a PARTIAL ban on private monkey ownership state! yeehaw!! a place where we can legally keep Marcel!! lol, oh yes, then we discussed how we would hide Marcel in our monkey-banning state...M said "OH yes, Sarah, YOU could hide him! Because we all know that you'd be pushing him around in public in a stroller!!" so, then, V and I decided that we would need to just dress him up in baby clothes and carry him quietly around on our chests and say he was our baby, to which M replied "ummm, yes we just have a very hairy baby," LOL, I said "YES!! like Jacob's twin!! Esau...wasn't it esau b/c it means hairy?! we'll tell everyone his name is Esau and they won't ask b/c it means hairy." THEN, V and I decided we could teach him to say "meow" or "bark" and we'd tell people he was our very weird pet cat or pet dog. YES, this is how the night went....yes, these are the types of conversations we have in our house....
then, i pulled foster the people up on itunes and danced around the mister who sat reading an engineering book, ignoring me.
i suppose i could've been distracted by monkey-thoughts when i hit M's car. I think he probably won't be letting me have a pet monkey now that we have car repairs to pay for. LOL, oh, that, and some cruel cruel person posted Marcel on freecycle and it was a total hoax...so, Marcel only exists in our imagination.


and I close, dear friends, with this video...it's fitting for our evening....indeed

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

KONY 2012

words can't describe this video, mine can't at least...i'm not that eloquent with my words...
just watch it.  you NEED to watch this.  and do something.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

the 25 challenge

good morning birthday girl!!!
today you are 25!!! 25 is a good number...


It is a square number, being 5² = 5 × 5. It is the smallest square that is also a sum of two (non-zero) squares: 25 = 3² + 4². Hence it often appears in illustrations of the Pythagorean theorem.
25 is a centered octagonal number, a centered square number, and an automorphic number.
25 per cent means one quarter.
25 has an aliquot sum of 6 and number 6 is the first (or smallest) number to have an aliquot sequence that does not culminate in 0 through a prime. Twenty-five is the aliquot sum of three integers; 95, 119, and 143. Twenty-five is the second composite member of the 6-aliquot tree.
It is the smallest base 10 Friedman number as it can be expressed by its own numbers: 5².
It is also a Cullen number. 25 is the smallest pseudoprime satisfying the congruence 7n = 7 mod n.
25 is the smallest aspiring number — a composite non-sociable number whose aliquot sequence does not terminate.
According to the Shapiro inequality, 25 is the least odd integer n such that there exist x_1, x_2, \dots, x_n such that
\sum_{i=1}^{n} \frac{x_i}{x_{i+1}+x_{i+2}} < \frac{n}{2}
where xn + 1 = x1,xn + 2 = x2.
Within base 10 one can readily test for divisibility by 25 by seeing if the last two digits of the number match 25, 50, 75 or 00.
25 and 49 are the only perfect squares in the following list:
13,25,37,49,511,613,715,817,919,1021,1123,1225,1327,1429...etc.
The formula in this list can be described as 10n * Z + (2Z + 1) where n clearly depends on the number of digits in Z and in 2Z+1.
In base 30, 25 is a 1-automorphic number (displayed as the numeral 'P' or 'R' dependant on the chosen digit set), and in base 10 a 2-automorphic number.


25 is The atomic number of manganese


you see, turning 25 this year is so great...good things will come when carrying around a number like 25 for your age!!
lol, I know...I am truly brilliant, aren't I? to know all of these things, especially mathematic things, about the number 25? noooo...Ringo didn't tell me these facts (what do bet he knows all of them off the top of his head, though?) actually these facts came from here (proving I am only clever when it comes to searching for things on the internet!)


happy 25th birthday, dear sweet friend of mine!! soooo, i have a birthday challenge for you, since I won't be there to spend it with you....
step outside your room...see all of those balloons? (hahahahahahaha and now you are wondering how on earth those got there w/o you hearing them being delivered aren't you?!) there are 25 to be exact...and guess what's in each of them!?! $1.  $25 total.  I had considered $25 in quarters...
now, here is your challenge...
you must find the best-ever find for $25 and post about it on your blog (so I can feel like I am there celebrating with you!!!) and i'll post/link it here...flea finds with V....or post a series of your choices and i'll guess what you chose? LOL...and you don't have to do it today...or at your usual flea...but you have to do it before we both see each other again!!!! i wish i was with you and we could first stop at coal creek, have a cuppa joe, chat about everything and nothing all at the same time...discuss our latest projects, how we plan to help the hurting of the world, our next moves, people that annoy us, people that we love...lol...and then, we would waste away the day shopping for the perfect $3 find (lol that typcially comes from change in our purses!), it's truly a drug isn't it? LOL remember when we walked out of that shop after only being able to spend 30minutes absorbing it?
ok, happy happy birthday! i hope your birthday is splendid and that 25, the perfect square, is the perfect NON-square year for you!! because everything is always out of the box for you...just the way it's supposed to be!!!
ready...set...go!
we love you.
oh ps...check the fridge in your garage...

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

i heart pink. and ringo. and my little valentines.

hello. and happy lover's day!!
i have always loved valentine's day.  whether single or married, i have loved it...probably b/c it's filled with pink, my fave color.  yes, i am the girl that likes a holiday for it's color rather than the significance of romance. 
I am totally and completely in love with my valentine, though, AND i love having a romance with him!! and I'm totally in love with my little family of valentines.  we always watch a charlie brown holiday movie on most holidays...mostly b/c we've rarely had cable tv in our many homes and that is one cartoon that seasonally airs on the antenna channels!! we have also started this tradition of watching Jacob Two Two and his valentine episode which happens to be pretty funny...maybe it's just funny to us b/c the kids laugh SO hard. 
today, for valentine's day, I am peeing in a jug in the dark.  do you have any idea how difficult it is to take samples in the dark? yeah, it's not easy.  just this morning i've spilled urine all over myself (seriously, try pouring a "hat" of urine into the small mouth of a container with the lights off or your eyes closed...see if you can manage to not get pee on yourself?!).  LOL here's the funny thing, I was totally against mini potty seats after my kids got used to the little potty seat that sat inside the actually toilet seat BECAUSE i can't stand the smell of urine, and NOW I'm pouring it all over myself and my sink!! next up comes some other fun samples...in the dark.  seriously.  OH, and in the middle of all of this, I have a dentist appointment today too...lol...this is probably the most unique valentine's day I have ever had!!
How has yours been?
XOXO

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

smitten

ohmygoodness, I am totally and completely smitten by this artist's work, featured in today's Daily Telecraft post (quickly becoming a fave blog of mine!). Vicki, this one's for you! and for all of my other fabulously creative friends, too.
ps ringo...valentines day, need i say more?
hope your morning is off to a great start

Saturday, January 14, 2012

we bought a zoo

i love cameron crowe films.
i loved almost famous...of course, I did, that was the first movie my boyfriend-turned-husband and I went to in the theatre...and it was good...not just b/c we were on a date...but, b/c it was Cameron Crowe's creation...his use of music is so perfectly artistic and deep.
i loved elizabethtown. we loved it.  it made us feel brave, or something.  i still have the soundtrack (remember when we used to buy soundtracks?) that ringo gave me for valentine's day. 
and tonight, i loved we bought a zoo.  i knew, right away that this story was Cameron's film...he took this man and and his true story, and painted it beautifully.  i spent most of the movie crying...uttering the same prayer that i found myself uttering as i lifted my head one last time before falling asleep in Savannah, about wanting to live...about wanting to savor moments and memories with this amazing and beautiful family that God has so beautifully created.  like the husband who had lost his wife, in the movie, i  found myself sorting through my own clips of our life together. 
i love another Author/Story Producer/life writer...i like the story He's written of us...and, it's as i realize just how much i love this tiny little story i've been given, i realize that perhaps, ours is a little bit rare.  and i really really want to hold onto it.  gone are all of the problems and pain and hurts of our pasts...all i want is us.  i realize and forget in the same breath, that i have been sick...and i just want my husband and our children.  i just want to love this one life i've been given.  none of the drama matters.  not location, occupation, others, or even extended family.  just us.  just our tiny little story together in this tiny tiny little speck of existence on earth.  it's films like we bought a zoo that make everything stop, and sitting in that theatre, you turn and look, and only his face is in your view and only he, and the two tiny hands holding yours on each side of you are the only ones you see and feel...it's times like these when it all comes into perfect vision.  nothing else matters to us...nothing but our own little redemptive story, nothing.  the story already written for us, the story He has given us to live. 
he is a handsome man. this husband of mine.  i have so many snapshots of the life we've had together, engraved deep in my memory...in my heart forever.  we were just kids when we met.  all odds were against us...we were told this...but God thought otherwise...He weaved a beautiful beautiful story, I am so incredibly blessed.  who knew what the future would hold, that in it were children, and cities, and houses, and illness, and moves, and courage, and faith, and trusting, and turkeys ;o) being sick, living in this place, even dealing with stressful people, it's not so bad when you've been given this.  nothing else really matters when you realize how short your story is. 
Donald Miller (ha! it's been awhile since i've quoted him) always talks about the credits rolling in our lives...
what happens when the credits roll in yours? was your story a good one? well lived?
wow.  all that, just to tell you to go see we bought a zoo.







Friday, January 13, 2012

I.bs

sooooo....my mama gave me this fabulous tea for IBS...(side note, as far as I know, I don't have IBS...well, sure, I like to BS, but I don't HAVE the syndrome IBS)...it has totally helped her (seriously, haven't seen her feeling this great in ages!), in fact she's learned that her grandmother used to drink the same tea everyday...so, for kicks, i thought i'd try it...not actually expecting anything to happen since I don't have ibs symptoms, but, I figured, maybe when i'm nauseous this would help me...so, if i tried it while i wasn't nauseous, i would know if i could stomach it while i was...plus, it's just tea...right?
nooooooo. no. no. no.
my mother's ibs cure-all tea gave me ibs.
lol. no, not really.  but, man it made me sick.  not the kind of sick you think...just my usual episode...but, ohmygoodness...i don't think i'll be drinking magic ibs tea anymore. 

i'll stick to my usual drinks...minus the marshmallows

not actually the magic tea...the contents look about how my body felt after drinking the magic potion though. ashes photo courtesy of Steph Cooley
however, for those of you with ibs, you should message me and i'll give you the name b/c it really works IF you have ibs. 

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

dwellings


i've been struggling, for years, with where home is.
home is where the heart is.
where is that?
i'm pretty sure i've even written these same exact words more than once in this blog.
i was thinking about "home" today...
honestly, in my heart it exists in bits and pieces of everywhere we've lived and everyone whose been a part of it...home exists in the family we've created...the people who really get close and know us deep down, who are willing to step in and be a part of our village...we've been so blessed to have so many people come into our lives and become a part of our little family just when we needed them. 
I am often so envious of my friends who have the perfect little family/extended families who can accept each other and exist so well together as a community...but not all families are perfect...not all families are functioning...not all families exist as a family other than blood relation.  and that's ok too.   God creates family in other people.  In other places than the place we were often raised to call "home."
I was thinking about this concept of home today, when I read: "Lord, you have been our dwelling place throughout all generations." Psalm 90:1
Home is. God.
not here. not the last place we lived. or the one before. or the one before that. not the place of our childhood. not the place where we met. not the place we lived the longest. 
home is in God. Suddenly, "home is where the heart is," takes on a whole new meaning to me, with this verse...
b/c in my heart, home is a giant collage of people and places, and faces, and milestones and memories, and numerous houses, and friends, and holidays, and trips, and songs, and smells, and sights, and sounds, and churches...it's little Polaroid snapshots of this decade of us...
home isn't the place of my childhood, as many often refer to one's home as...that statement alone, always puzzles me, "are you so glad to be home?" or "you are always welcome home," what does that mean? b/c we are in our 30's and our world, our home, isn't as simple as the place we grew up and the people who raised us.  in fact, the word home never conjures up visions of any of that. no offense to you, mom and dad.  but, i think I'm starting to get it.  maybe. for this split second.  HOME is found when dwelling in Him.  and that's it.  It's not a location, or even a physical family.  It's Him. It's the people He gives you community and communion with...it's the people who come alongside you and become your village, who make you a better you, and love you with only a love that Christ could love you with.  I have so many amazing people who will forever make up home in my heart...from every season, and into the next, where ever that takes us.  It isn't easy to move around, it's even harder when you don't have the foundation of supportive extended family (you know, that "home" to come "home" to)...but, it's during those seasons of new and scary and lonely places, that God draws us close to Him, that He provides us with human grafted family to lean on...and He strengthens our little brood. 
Home, to me, is my sweet husband and my two babies...and then, it's all these memories and all of these people inbetween.  it exists in the little nest God has created for me.
there's this sweet graphic poster that states "home is where you are." to be honest it is.  i quite like the home God has given me.