Category

Uncategorized

Category

If this is your first time visiting my blog, I am so honored you are here!  I hope in some small way you find encouragement, inspiration, and validation as a mommy, a wife, and a creative soul.  If there’s one thing I’ve learned about women in my decades of walking in the (sometimes) cute shoes of one, it’s that women long to know they’re not alone in their frustrations, their worries, their fears, their celebrations, and their milestones.  Let me assure you, dear reader: YOU ~ are not alone.  I am eager to share this blogging journey with you in authenticity, creativity, and homemaking. One of the things I love to do in our home is combine my faith and inspiration with decorating so that our walls and spaces truly reflect the virtues and personal character we value.  One way to do this is through painted wooden signs, an easy and inexpensive way to speak scripture, encouragement, and hope to all who…

I’m up way too late tonight reading back through personal blog posts…posts dating all the way back to 2010. Six years of sharing home design, heart wrenches, celebrations, soul searching, holidays, kids growing, homeschooling, churching, teaching, hubby-fighting (quite literally as in MMA, cages, and the whole kit & kaboodle.  More on that another time…), chicken acquiring, and prolonged journeys of self-discovery. As I read, I sat here pining for things to be like they used to be (my kids, for one), rejoicing that other things have changed (can I say kids again?) , and all in all feeling reflective and nostalgic…while at the same time very present… in my own life. Does it seem like we spend way too much time anymore observing other people’s lives? Observing other people’s events? Spectating other people’s accomplishments? Vicariously enjoying other people’s vacations? Swooning over other people’s creativity? And there is absolutely nothing wrong with that.  I love spying on the…

Amaya’s room is finally finished enough to post a few pictures.  There is more I’d like to do in this space,  but with school in session and weeks flying by, I thought I would post what we’ve accomplished so far, with more updates later. Amaya really wanted hot pink bedding, but to keep the room from feeling too little girl sweet, I ordered a gray buffalo-check duvet cover and shams from Ikea.  I like how the gray check balances out the more feminine pink and faux fur in the room. We did a cheater’s Board and Batten treatment on her walls which means we did the battens directly over the textured sheetrock without adding the “board.”  This treatment adds such dimension and detail to a room!  (Although it can make it a bit trickier to hang artwork, mirrors, etc.)  The board and batten is painted Sherwin Williams Creamy, and the…

Some of you may not know I grew up running barefoot through cut corn rows, galloping my pony through shaded trails with only fragments of faded twine for reins, shampooing my hair in a crystal-clear lake on summer Saturdays, and playing tag on combines and seeders and John Deere tractors during which if you touched the ground at any time, you were IT. I think back on those days sometimes, recall the damp and dark of summer nights, the heart-pounding thrill of Kick-the-Can, the lonesome, eery cry of loons.  If I think hard, I can almost smell the lake again, touch the pebbled back of a toad in my hand, burrow my toes into the cooling sand of nightfall. This week, I attempted to bring some of that beloved country-girl back in the form of a darling little chicken house for our family’s first-ever laying hens.  (And yes, we even…

Every now and then I spot something absolutely adorable, and in my own Minterest way (Mind + Pinterest = Minterest :)) file it away until I have the time and/or the resources to make my own. Awhile back, Miss Mustard Seed posted this darling ticking slipcovered stool on her blog.  She walks readers through a detailed tutorial about how to sew your own, so I won’t go into those details here.  But as soon as I found a couple $5 stools knocking around town, I attempted my own darling slipcovers. I started with two basic stools like this one. I lightly sanded and painted the stools SW Creamy using my homemade chalk paint, then distressed them.  The blue ticking fabric came from Walmart at only $7 per yard, so of course I bought several yards because, well, who doesn’t need ticking fabric lying around for all sorts of fun…

In April, I walked away from this blog, purged my overflowing paint room, and figuratively set my creative self aside until further notice.  I encouraged myself with thoughts like: “This is the answer.  Finally God is speaking clearly through circumstances.  Today, at this moment, I know what I am NOT supposed to do.  Stop the waffling, cease the analyzing, simply march. Onward, ho.” So I renewed my teaching credentials, clicked ‘yes’ to numerous substitute jobs in middle and high school classrooms, and marveled daily that they permitted this 40-something nobody into public classrooms with vibrant young people rehearsing for orchestra concerts, molding clay on potter’s wheels, analyzing “A Street Car Named Desire,” and chewing erasers through intense Calculus finals. It has been 16 years, people.  16 years since I’ve managed a high school classroom, stood in front of little beauty queens with perfect eyebrows, chatted with athletes shuffling their weary…

Sunday after church, we are sitting over spaghetti discussing the highs and lows of our weekend.  It takes longer when given more than one day to process, but we are in no hurry.  Sunday afternoon looms large. Popular “high” answers include a visiting nephew, a successful wrestling tournament, a new driver’s license.  The unity of celebratory events does not escape me as these moments are, ultimately, the ties that bind.  String them together and they are beaded cords of days, months, years which we will one day perceive from a distance with a piercing combination of loss and joy, this dichotomy one of the most powerful emotions of the human heart. And then the “lows:” Tales of worn-out brake pads, leaving a loved one at the airport, too much homework before Monday. It is in these precious, unhurried moments of quiet listening and reflection that it dawns on me: Today,…

I’m popping on here quickly this afternoon to update you on some changes taking place with my blog.  I am in the process of switching my blogging platform to Wordpress, so I have been redesigning a few things and educating myself in areas I didn’t even know existed.  I’m being brave, ya’ll!! Some of you may have noticed when you typed in my old url that you were redirected to this new site…and that’s a GOOD thing, because it means the html I copied, pasted, and formatted actually worked. Bear with me as I tweak and adjust things around here.  I’m already liking the more open feel and format, but I need to work on many more details before it’s where I want it to be. Baby steps….baby steps.

I’ve been picking away at this blog for over five years now.  It began with dreams of beautiful home photos, helpful DIY tutorials, and a longing to be included in a community of like-minded bloggers whom I respect and admire. In actuality, my blogging road has been somewhat lonely. I’ve broken all the blogging rules that say I must do the following to have a successful blog: Post 2-3 times a week. Read and comment on several blogs daily to initiate and maintain relationships. Research trends, advertise, and switch to Wordpress. Write what my audience wants to hear, not what I want to write. And so on and so forth. It’s a journey, but I won’t lie and say my head isn’t constantly swirling with ideas on where I would like this blogging adventure to go, ways I would like to be more pro-active on the site, risks I would…

Life is beautiful when it’s Monday morning, the sun is rising so that every tree you see is glowing pink, and your sister texts and asks if you’re up for a run.  How convenient that you already had your running clothes on so of course you say YES, and that is just the best way to start the week EVER.Today I’m going to show you the fruit of our weekend labor: the DIY Plank Top Work Table we made for the studio.  Already loving this table.  As matter of fact, it currently sports three drawers I’m painting and is proving quite the workhorse.Plus it’s quite handsome-)I painted this table white three years ago for our homeschool room.  (If I begin to recount all the work, play and creating that occurred on this table I may get emotional, so I’ll move on quickly.) I started the transformation by painting the apron…