Painted Clock

Painted Clock


I always think a project is going to take so much less time than it actually does.


In my mind….we were going to finish the kitchen at the gatehouse in a week.

In mean….what could take so long?

We just had to paint the counter tops and paint the walls and paint the open shelving and paint the cabinets and then do this really cool finish on the cabinet doors and then paint strips on the walls and add lettering on the walls and buy some new furniture.

And in my mind….all that would take about a week.


My mind was wrong.Continue reading

Before….Meet After

Before….Meet After



I adore my brother.

I wish you could meet him.

He’s funny and quirky and sweet and smart with eyes that twinkle and he has a way of talking to you that makes you feel like you are the most important person in the room.

And he makes the most amazing tables.

But the best thing about him….is that he was smart enough…..

….to marry my sister-in-law.Continue reading

Barn Wood Projects

Barn Wood Projects

I live in the country.

I might have mentioned that before.

A few 100 times.

And where I live….we really don’t have drive-through diet cokes or Target or movie theaters or fast-food restaurants or four-lane roads…..

…..or stop lights.

Except the kind that blink yellow.

But does all of that even matter?


Because we have something so much better.


Old-broken-down-about-to-fall-over-truly-vintage-make-you-think-of-little-house-on-the-prairie barns.Continue reading

A Lee Press-On Nails Love Story

A Lee Press-On Nails Love Story

Fourth of July

A long time ago I lost my heart to a sailor.

My heart couldn’t help it.

He had these sparkling brown eyes that twinkled when he smiled and a grin that made me melt from the top of my freshly highlighted hair to the tips of my glittered red toes.

So in honor of my twinkling eyed sailor this Memorial Day,,,,,I wanted to re-publish one of my favorite posts ever.

In the history of ever.

About a sailor who loved a girl.

And a girl who loved a sailor…..

…..and her Lee Press-On Nails.Continue reading

Spray Painted Numbered Baskets

Spray Painted Numbered Baskets



The day I decided to make spray painted numbered baskets…..

…..was the day all the turtles in the county decided to cross the road.

I’m still not really sure what prompted the mass exodus to the other side of the street….but they were everywhere.

Little ones and big ones and tiny ones.

All making a trek across the black top.

Have you ever seen a turtle in the middle of the road?Continue reading

Six of the Best White Paint Colors

Six of the Best White Paint Colors

Six of the best white paint colors

I never thought I would write a post about white paint.

Or six of the best white paint colors I’ve found.

Or that SW Alabaster is my new favorite paint color.


But then again….I never thought that I would move to the middle of the country.

Or drive a John Deere.

Or watch a tortoise cross my back yard.

Or wear colored jeans.

Or stop using Aqua Net hairspray.Continue reading

Create Your Own Retreat

Create Your Own Retreat


Yesterday I was on a phone interview with the most incredible editor of a home decor magazine.

(total aside…..seriously….I have always wanted to drop that casually in a conversation)

And she asked me a question that I had never thought of.

About you.

The wonderful, incredible, funny, highly intelligent, creative person who reads this blog.

(total aside number 2…..I described you exactly like that)

She asked me if everyone who read the blog liked farmhouse style.Continue reading

Etched Monogram Mason Jars DIY

Etched Monogram Mason Jars DIY



I wish you lived down the road.

I know I’ve said this before.

But it’s true.

I wish you lived in the white house with the picket fence and the roses and day lilies and the herd of goats in the front yard that are always escaping.

Okay…..maybe just the picket fence without the goats.

And when you stopped by the house to see the roses and drink sweet tea on the back porch and listen to me tell you all about how I made the monogrammed mason jars and listen to my sad tale of woe about  how “nobody”  broke one of the moss-covered urns last weekend…..

….you would bring  a pie.Continue reading