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Oh ladies, are you reading Jen Hatmaker’s For the Love yet?  My-oh-my does that girl know what it looks like to juggle expectations and sarcastically examine impossible standards in today’s world. Listen to her observations on Balance.  As in, “Dear Woman of Today, how DO you balance work and family and community?” “Balance.  It’s like a unicorn;  we’ve heard about it, everyone talks about it  and makes airbrushed T-shirts celebrating it  (I would add that everyone paints a wooden sign about it),  it seems super rad, but we haven’t actually seen one.   I’m beginning to think it isn’t a thing.”  For the Love, Jen Hatmaker Have you, for the love of Moses, ever considered that Balance may just not be a thing?   I tell ya, pondering that thought for the last 12 hours has me feeling downright giddy.  I think Ms. Hatmaker may be on…

I haven’t shared details with many people, but this last year was possibly one of the craziest, humbling, most stretching and surrendering years of my mid-40’s-something life.It was a year of obedience in the midst of questions, a learning to press on and lean in when I simply couldn’t muster the grace to face another day.It was a releasing of my preconceived ideas about order, structure and schedules, and a clinging to concepts much less tangible like trust….forgiveness…..gentleness….and mercy. It was finding the strength to believe He is who He says He is, and truly believing that His plans are for good, providing a future of hope I could rarely see.And oh, the deconstruction He did within my soul.This summer we are slowly, hesitantly, peeking out of the fog after a very long nine months.  Re-evaluating goals, revisiting priorities, re-establishing systems.  In some ways this feels wonderful, almost a semblance…

This home project was amazingly simple. Usually when I have an idea, Fireman tells me to schedule double the time I think it will take. We were both pleasantly surprised when building our Rustic Shelves took less time than we thought. Aren’t they pretty….yet rustic…at the same time? The far corner of our living room has been an enigma to me since day one.  It’s that area above the piano in the far corner; I snapped this golden picture shortly after cleaning up our Christmas decorations in January.  Although I love the DIY mirror-turned-chalkboard that was there, it still wasn’t exactly what I wanted.  This corner receives a lot of sun in the afternoon and evening, so I can’t place artwork or pictures there because of fading. When the idea of open rustic shelving came to me, I knew I’d reached a fun solution I could change out…

Let me just preface the next three pictures with a few disclaimers. This was not Mr. Wonderful’s fault. This may have been my fault. In light of recent, more successful projects around here the last several days, hitting a snag ~ or perhaps more accurately, wrinkle ~ was inevitable. See that wrinkled end that won’t stick down and is covered underneath and on top with Mod-Podge because someone in this scenario ran out of spray adhesive and thought Mod-Podge might do the trick but realized it was way too moist and was wrinkling the entire half of the map and not adhering AT ALL so she quickly started Mod-Podging the top thinking that might help hold everything down but it made things worse? Mr. Wonderful had never heard of Mod-Podge, but he used it in a sentence for the first time at about the same moment I took picture of him above:…

Last fall my little girl started first grade.  The most beautiful thing happened as her reading and writing skills soared: Little notes…left for me…all over the house. “I missed you, Mom” left on the kitchen counter when I return from Bible study. “Quiet, Mommy sleeping” left on my door during my nap. (*sigh*) One day she helped me deliver a coat to my closet, and later I found this note stuck to the coat as I turned in for the evening: I stuck it to my bathroom mirror so I can see it and smile. Then last night, after visiting my sister’s house, I discovered this message on my pillow (someone broke out the label maker without asking, but I’ll let it go this time….): When I prayed 8 years ago for a little girl, I thought I knew why I wanted one so badly. Oh, how I seriously underestimated…

Hello, dear friends…..I hope you enjoyed the comfort of close relationships and satisfaction of delectable food during your 4th of July celebration yesterday.  We spent the last couple nights camping at one of our favorite places, Chatanika River, and in spite of continual downpours throughout our stay, we stayed dry and warm in my parents’ motorhome.  One of my favorite memories already is playing Rummikub with the smell of baking lasagna wafting through the RV… We worked on the yard upon our return today and I’m tickled because I finally planted some begonias on the northern side of our house.  I then weeded like crazy, trimmed, mowed part of the lawn (my eleven year old is becoming an amazing mower in his own right)…and now my back and arms have that feel-good ache of a job well done.  I love coming back inside after spending a day working in the yard,…

I had to pop in to say hi and let you know I finished one of my projects. Remember this little lady I rescued from my Mom’s deck last summer? Now here she is today after a little love 🙂 This poor chest was in rough shape for years.  A beautiful oak piece, she was originally a dark stain when my mom acquired her.  One painting mishap later which involved my older brother, a tall ladder, and an entire gallon of paint spilled in the fall, she never quite recovered and was being used as a serving buffet outdoors.  The exposure to weather, chill and damp had left her top deeply cracked.  In several parts, her finish was worn down to bare wood. But I loved her 🙂 First, I filled in the deep cracks on the top with wood fill, let dry, and then sanded everything down as best…

Do you know what this means? It means hallelujah….I’m motivated!….and I’ve got some serious painting ahead. Whoa, is that a water-based stripping agent and a putty knife I see?  Yes, I believe it is 🙂 Here’s a little secret: I’ve never stripped before.  But I’m sure gonna give it a try, and I’m feelin’ kinda giddy about it.  It seems like a very grown-up thing to do, and since I just turned 40 in December, I qualify. Something exciting happened on Tuesday that has my little head all abuzz.  I’ve been debating whether or not to share it, but then I decided that the only reason I wouldn’t share is my fear that it may not work out. And that’s silly.  If this blog is a journey of beauty and inspiration, then sharing my inspiration with you is what All Mimsy is about———is what I’m about.  So I have to…

This morning, after a family breakfast of chocolate chip pancakes and bananas, then sending Mr. Wonderful out the door to hockey with the kids…. …it felt so good to climb in a car all by myself (moms, I know you’re with me on this!) and head up to my own mom’s house to spend a few hours transforming her dining room table. This Thomasville table already has quite a history. My mom was walking through a warehouse 25 years ago and saw this table top, legs removed, lying upside on the warehouse floor.  Pulse quickening, she quickly scanned the area for the matching table legs, found all four, and nearly passed out when the man let her have the table for a song. Mom stripped the whole table and restained the top and legs in 1989, the year I graduated from high school.  I’ve always loved the legs and detail on…

Gabriel is my oldest son.  He is eleven. He also loves dinosaurs archaeology. (I say archaeology because Gabriel has struggled with the dilemma of his ongoing dinosaur fascination while in the 5th grade this year.  He wonders if he should be past it already.  Sweet boy that he is, I can’t bear to see his passions mocked, so I tell him to simply tell everyone he’s fascinated with archaeology…which, he very much is…and this semantic seems to keep other kids quieted down a bit 🙂 I really love this boy. When we were talking about how to decorate his room, Gabriel knew he wanted a dinosaur theme.  However, being that he is eleven, my desire was also to create a space which would grow with him—a space that could easily be changed down the road should another interest prevail. Gabriel and I agreed, naturally :-), that we would use nature-inspired…