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I hit the gym early this morning, immensely grateful I could do squats again with a strong knee. I’ve never had knee problems, but last week during my squat routine I felt something pull…or tweak…or (gasp) rip in there and I thought, “Oh no, what was THAT?” The next several days I really favored it and cringed when the pain would come back, worried I might have an injury. However, I truly believe in the power of prayer, and I’ve been praying lots of healing over my knee. Today it worked great, and I give Him the glory for that. I’ve been saying for, oh, 6 years now that I wanted to be a bread maker. The kind of bread maker who makes her family wholesome, nutrient-laden breads that nourish both the body and the soul. I’ve read books on it, taken a bread-making class, subscribed to a bread-making newsletter…yet…

On Saturday I planned ahead and “scheduled” a day of creativity.  Somehow, writing CREATE on my calendar granted me permission to do those things around my house that might otherwise be considered fluff. Let’s face it: A girl needs fluff on a regular basis. Among the little things I’ve been adding to my creative to-do list was to go back into the rooms I’d somewhat finished and add personalized details.  I read a quote in a design magazine the other day that said, “God is in the details.” I recognize that I often stop short in the accessorizing department (a fundamentally all-too-common error, one of my favorite designers Suzanne Kasler says).  It seems like by the time I’ve painted walls & furniture, selected fabrics, and arranged everything, I’m ready to move on.  It’s also because I still feel like such a baby in this area!  You’d laugh if you knew how long it took me…

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 I could.  Knowing the…

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 share.The reason I’m extra…

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 this gorgeous table, and as…

What a beautiful weekend.Sister sleepover with pedicures Saturday night, pizza with family after church this afternoon, and a newly painted console table.Does it get any better? :-)My three kids spent the night with my sister Friday night, and with Mr. Wonderful away on a snowmachine trip, I didn’t have to think long about where I would spend my evening.At my favorite thrift store.  Of course :)Have you been admiring all the pickled, whitewashed and driftwood-style furniture pieces we’ve been seeing everywhere for the last year or so?  I love this Durham collection of tables from Ballard Designs:The whitewash wood complements the dark metal beautifully. Traditional wood with a twist…a bit of metal for that modern edge.Here’s another coffee table.  I don’t remember where I found this picture, but it’s been in my inspiration folder for awhile now:And, of course I LOVE this chandelier which we finally received this month after it sat on the backorder list since October:Here…

Are you ready for my first full room reveal?Yikes, am I?I was reading a favorite blog the other day in which the author was discussing the pressure she felt to complete projects around the house since beginning her blog.  She wondered if this pressure was healthy…if she should let it bother her…if perhaps the pressure was encroaching on her enjoyment of blogging.Interestingly, I am beginning to relate, albeit on a much smaller scale, to her feelings.  I am still very new to blogging, yet I happen to enjoy the heightened sense of –shall we say—-accountability each post brings.  I’m not fully convinced the pressure comes from other readers.  Perhaps it comes from within.  The power of the written word to inspire change, to discipline, or to invoke accountability is very real whether it be in a journal, a letter, or a blog.Writing in and of itself has always been a great reflective process for me.  Where have…

I do so love me a good caramel latte.No, I am not talking about the coffee.  I am talking about paint.Oh, what a difference paint can make.  I spent some time Friday transforming a few pieces around the house with my new favorite color spray paint, Krylon’s Caramel Latte.  After four picture frames, one framed print, and a gilded mirror, I finally forced myself to sit down and calmly place the Caramel Latte on a shelf.  I was afraid I might start painting the car next :-)I purchased these picture frames one at a time at Michael’s several months back using one 40% off coupon after another.  They were a bit too spendy without the coupon, but I loved them and wanted to call them mine:No, that is not me and Mr. Wonderful pictured in the frame :-)My initial plan was to hang a collage with them in my bathroom,…

Hot pink has never been one of my favorite colors.  I will concede it has its place, and a splash of pink here and there can make quite a statement.  After my daughter was born, our loads of laundry welcomed doses of hot pink to counteract all the blue, khaki, and green my boys so often wore.  It was a refreshing and happy change of pace.But really, when asked to name my favorite color, hot pink has never quite made the cut.  I’m always more apt to choose shades of blue and green.Last summer, however, House Beautiful did a spread on a lovely apartment which included these pictures:Something feminine and resolutely chic from deep down inside started to sing.I loved the hot pink wall color against all the white in the foyer, and then seeing it against the stained brown on the chairs made the inspiration wheels start turning in my mind: “Where, oh where,…

Do you ever have one of those weeks when you’re DYING to spend hours of uninterrupted time working on a home project?But then you look ahead at the next few days and realize that unless you stay up until 1am, those hours are simply not going to happen?….But then you find yourself seriously considering the 1am option??That’s me this week 🙂  I started painting my foyer hallway Sunday night after the kids went to bed.  My entry hallway is challenging in many ways.  It is actually two hallways ‘diverging’ from the front door (Robert Frost fans anyone? 🙂 and there is not a lot of natural light.  This is view #1 from the front door, with the walls painted what I like to call the “original cocoa color”:…and view #2:Definitely not a bad original color at all, right?But one of my goals in this house is to Lighten.  Things.  Up.  This…