jute pumpkins

I wanted to give a shout out to my guardian angel this morning.

Yesterday I drove to Wisconsin for a fabric trunk show.

I didn’t mind.  I like to drive.  I can think and plan and dream and have myself all to myself.

A couple of hours into the drive I noticed the tire panel.  It showed that one tire was getting lower and lower and lower.  Nothing to be alarmed about at first.  It wasn’t fast.  Just a little bit here and then there, but the number kept going down.

Then I got worried.

I called my husband.  I prayed.  I bit my lip.  I faithfully watched the numbers on the tire panel on the car until I got to the nearest tire store that my husband called for me.

I pulled in to the parking lot and got out of the car….

….and discovered a nail in the tire.

The whole tire has to be replaced they said.

I was so lucky they said.

I was so smart to have come right in they told me.


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The House That Laughed in Colors

The House That Laughed in Colors


I first met my friend Edie online.

I didn’t have a blog yet.

It was just a far away dream.

I’d spend hours reading blogs and looking and sighing and hoping and wishing that one day I’d start a blog of my own.

And then right around Christmas several years ago, I read the most terrible news on Edie’s blog.  Her house had burned to the ground.

I couldn’t believe it.

My heart almost broke in two when I saw this.
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Old Barn Ladder

Have you ever split an infinitive?

Whew.  Oh good.

Me, too.

In the never-ending attempt to try to write the best blog possible and learn more about life in general, I turned in a post to a professional grammeratician.  It was brutal.  I was doing all sorts of things I had no idea were wrong.  Like leaving two spaces after a sentence and misplacing a modifier and not spelling out the word inch and splitting infinitives.  Just between us, when I read the evaluation, I wasn’t even sure what an infinitive was.  I researched the subject and according to grammar 101 an infinitive is the word (to) + (the simple form of the verb).  Like “to run” or “to read” or “to paint” or “to write.”  Infinitives are the chameleons of the grammar world.  They can be nouns or adjectives or adverbs.

And I was splitting them.

No more.  I promise.  From this day forth I’ll give those infinitives the respect they deserve.

I want to creatively write like I’ve never done before.


I did it again. 🙂Continue reading



eat in kitchen table

Random thoughts on a Saturday morning:

1.  I have been binge watching episodes of Gilmore Girls on Netflix.  I can’t help it.  Just when one ends, Netflix loads another one for you without even asking.  I think to myself, just one more.  It’s kind of like brownies.

2.  I’ve given up diet coke this summer and replaced it with water.  My skin told me thank you.

3.  My kids have started playing Pokemon Go.  Apparently it’s a thing.  I asked them if a Pokemon was sitting next to me at the restaurant.

4.  In beauty news I found the best under eye concealer at WalMart.  It’s only $2.00 and it made me glow.

Or maybe that was the water. 🙂

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How to Decorate On Little More Than a Dime (and a Mulligan)

How to Decorate On Little More Than a Dime (and a Mulligan)


how to create farmhouse style

This weekend I spoke at the Country Living Fair.

It was wonderful and glorious and full of sunshine and things that rhymed with bintage and bibby and more inspiration than a person should be allowed to take in a day.

I talked on how to decorate for a little more than a dime (please note that the title was adjusted for inflation).

And it went well.

Except for the ending.

I….well….{gulp}….well….forgot it.


I know…right?  I had this perfectly planned ending and somewhere around slide seventeen I realized I was out of time and abruptly mumbled something like, “Here’s my back porch” and awkwardly pronounced that I was finished and asked for questions.

And left my incredible, inspirational, amazing ending hanging in space.

So I thought I could make it up to my ending today and ask for a mulligan.  A do-over.  I’m going to kind of re-create the talk and add what I should have said right after slide seventeen.

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farmhouse front porch

This has been a fun week.

We’ve had out of town company and built a pergola in the side yard and watched six baseball games and discovered what vocal fry is and talked about what happens when a tree falls in the yard and how to totally fake clean your house in 14 minutes.

And somewhere between the catches in the outfield and figuring we needed cement for the pergola, I discovered something.

My house is almost ready for summer.

But me?

Not so much.

So I’m drinking extra water and I think I scheduled broccoli for supper.

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Thistlekeeping (and a Giveaway)

Thistlekeeping (and a Giveaway)


despite the forecast, live like it's spring

(psssst….if you’re looking for the giveaway….it’s at the end)

I’m not sure when painting a room became my favorite thing in the world next to being a mom.

Maybe it’s the transformation.

Maybe it’s the slate wiped clean thing.

Maybe it’s because when you swipe that roller or brush that brush across a surface, you can see change right before your eyes.

Whatever the reason, my red lipstick and I are spending today in paint heaven.

We are in the process of completely making over our local community center and painting the trim and the walls and the spaces and adding furniture and planting flowers.

Now if I could just keep it out of my messy bun. 🙂Continue reading

The House That Talked

The House That Talked

Southern Romance House Door

Remember the story of my friend Esther and Alabama and the house that dreamed?

I have an update.

I felt it was important to state that in a declarative sentence because just between us….

….sometimes I forget to finish out the story.

It’s just like my house.

I’m so busy updating and painting and moving furniture and rearranging rooms and announcing that I’m decluttering that I forget you aren’t my next door neighbor.

So let’s have coffee together and catch up.
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