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I’ve spent hours this summer going through old All Mimsy Home blog posts, editing and updating photos that did not transfer well from Blogspot to Wordpress, and learning new information about optimizing my presence in the blogosphere utilizing social media and other means.  I know, I know…I should have researched these particulars long ago but frankly, I was having such a good time painting furniture, styling our home, and doing all the other 101 things moms, wives and teachers do that building a framework for blogging more successfully ~ possibly even earning a small income doing so ~ has taken a seat in the waaayyy back. As I’ve gone back and forth about what All Mimsy Home will look like now that I’ve returned to teaching full-time, I’ve played around with several ideas to minimize both inventory and time consumption (furniture) and focus more on informational/inspirational lifestyle posts, home styling…

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…

Over the last couple years, this blog has been a primary means for me to share creativity, chat about all things home, and occasionally share a deep insight or two.In this post, I shared about my history of journaling.  Although I haven’t included much journaling content on my blog, it may be working its way in more regularly.I don’t know what that means or where we will end up, but rather than analyze and ponder it to death, rather than force myself to have a plan and “work the plan”………I’m simply stepping forward.Fireman would be so proud.I love this guy.  This afternoon I went to make myself a latte and you know that little cup that holds the espresso grind?  It was still warm.  Still warm from when he made his latte a couple hours earlier.And you know what?  It made my heart go pitter-pat.  Which tickled me because he…

I read a post at Thistlewood Farms today that blessed my little heart. And got me to thinking. Jamie Eaton Thinking about how I see myself at this stage in my life…and also about how others see me. Which led me to pondering how interesting it is that depending on our environment, family size, activities, passions, and relationships, who we “are” changes in the eyes of others observing. Yet all along, in our own eyes, we’re still every environment, we’re still the same mom/sister/daughter, each activity is still in us, every passion still part of who we are, we’re still every friend we’ve always been. Only others often don’t see all of that.  They only see the you that is now. Which is why, in my pondering, it suddenly occurred to me that twenty years ago this year I pursued a passion that is still very much a part of…

I’ve always been a reader.  I was one of those little girls who would read every surface on the cereal box while eating breakfast, including the honey bear label.  My siblings and I used to hide our current books from one another for fear they would be hijacked before we finished reading them. As an adult, I still enjoy literary works from almost every genre.  I love beautiful language, historically-based stories, and rich character development.  My appreciation for Walt Whitman and William Wordsworth deepens with age. There are a few books, however, I find myself returning to again and again, more for reference and inspiration than for storyline.   Each one of the above titles has changed my life powerfully in some way, and in specific seasons. Were you to browse through my own personal copy of each, you would find many, many dog-eared pages, underlines, highlights, comments, and dates…

When we’re young, we strive to reach an ideal we’ve carried in our minds, an ideal which is a compilation of movie scenes, books we’ve read, families we’ve observed, truths we’ve learned, bits of life we’ve lived. We may not be able to accurately define this ideal early on, but its power propels us forward.  As we progress through schooling and relationships, jobs and big purchases, travels and recreation, it dances just out of reach beyond our fingertips ~ always there, yet never quite in focus ~ never quite attainable. Its drive is so very strong it carries us through excruciating tests, long hours on the job, heartache, moments of reprieve, and more striving.  It influences the clothes we purchase, the houses we buy, the activities we pursue, the way we parent your children, the way we spend money.  It drives our values, our choices, and our motivations. It…

I just returned from a morning run and somehow wanted to capture the beauty, the peace, the inspiration His great outdoors can bring.  Such a gorgeous fall day~! Words from a poem I couldn’t quite recall kept playing through my mind as I prepared for this week….this season….this Monday morning: “….The best is yet to be…” I did a quick search and was delighted to discover, and recall, this phrase is from a poem by Robert Browning, one of my favorite poets, call “Rabbi Ben Ezra.”  A faith-filled declaration of God’s design for the life of man which inspires a new perspective on youth and aging.  Here are a few lines from the first stanza~ Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand… If you need a dose of good…

I’m having one of those mornings in bed with my coffee in one hand and my phone in the other, reading inspirational blog posts about coming alive, building a creative business, and transforming barns into office spaces.  And almost everything within me wants to grab my planning journal and a pen, lock my door from all intrusion, and plan out this next stage of my creative life. This next stage would involve expressing my art…..embracing my days with a focus beyond motherhood and home….experiencing a no-holds-barred intensity that is becoming more and more appealing in this lifetime journey of self. It would involve throwing myself into DIY/home/blogging projects first thing in the morning, and working until family needs eventually won out because, after all, family is still at the core of my heart and soul. It would involve more days of transforming things like these: into things like this in,…

I couldn’t stand it another minute…I had to share my news with you: Today, I took a picture of a wall of windows.  And it was…… A SUCCESS. For those of you who don’t shoot interior room shots very often, I realize this may be very un-exciting to you.  And I get that, I really do. But for those of you who do: Either you, too, have finally taken the time to learn how to do it, or you simply avoid taking photographs which involve a sun-filled window during daylight hours (like I have done for way too long). This last Christmas, my husband graciously purchased me an online photography course through ShootFlyShoot and I’ve been giddy to work through the video tutorials of this course.  Just last week I finally scheduled an afternoon during which I knew there would still be light outside (our sun still starts to set…