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Dear friends, family, and those I yet have the pleasure to meet ~ I am honored and humbled you are here today.  With so many events, people, videos, texts, carpools, meal preps, exercises, and catnaps vying for your time, it brings me great joy that you paused here at my blog…if only for a moment.  After all this time, All Mimsy Home is still one of my favorite places to be, and I hope to be spending increasingly more time here over the next several weeks.  Why?  Because fun things are in store, that’s why!  But allow me to explain. Over the last few years, my blogging journey has careened from children’s bedroom design to paint colors, from DIY chicken coops to antiqued furniture, from parenting issues to hot pink bathrooms.  At every turn, these words and photos have reflected the beat of my heart and served as a gracious…

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…

Way back in the dark, cold Alaskan winter of 1990, my then-fiance and I made what seemed like a very grown-up decision to become product distributors for a little multi-marketing business called Amway. Maybe you’ve heard of it? Terms like product pick-up, SA-8, Artistry and ‘going direct’ became part of our daily vocabulary as we joined hundreds and thousands of other hopefuls on a journey we believed would ultimately free us from the drudgery and mediocrity of what Amway referred to as the J-O-B. By April 1991, we were out.  With sighs of relief and our eyes opened wide, we determined there had to be a better way to succeed that didn’t involve awkward, manipulative presentations with trusting friends, surrender to up-line whose ‘Biblical’ standards were frighteningly similar to a cult, and the intense pressure to always be more, do more, dream more, sell more. We were 19 and…