Category

Women

Category

My week would not be complete without taking a moment to mention a few highlights (and there were several!) at my first Haven Conference in Charleston, SC. For those not familiar with  Haven Conference, it is a blogging conference designed for the purpose of uniting Home Design/DIY bloggers by offering workshops, popular brand contacts, special events, and many, many opportunities to create friendships with others who are passionate about Home.  Since I first heard about Haven back in 2012, I have longed to go.  Ironically, we almost named our daughter Haven back in 2005.  And did I mention that I call our house the “Coon Haven” around here on a regular basis?  So yeah….attending this event was simply a must-do for me. The Workshops Hands down the meat of the conference, the workshops were not only chock full of practical, useful, creative content, they left us freshly inspired and highly…

What a tremendously perfect, overwhelming, enlightening, educational, glorious day.  My mind is whirling from all I’ve seen, learned, and experienced that it will take days to sort through it all effectively.  It’s late here in South Carolina so I must keep this short ~ workshops begin early at Haven Conference in the morning ~ but I just had to take a few moments to share three fun things I’ve learned during my first time in South Carolina these last two days. Live Oaks.  Oh my goodness, these are my new favorite tree.  I had no idea.  When you read stories about southern kids climbing out their 2nd story windows onto tree branches and meeting up with friends?  Live oaks.  When you see those pictures of a tree fort built big enough to host an air bnb?  Live oaks.  I could photograph them all day long, in any light, in any…

Last October, three friends and I organized a mini, 3-session book club to read and discuss the book Pursue the Intentional Life by Jean Fleming.  The book is a meditative discussion of finishing well while intentionally embracing today’s opportunities for personal growth and gratefulness.  As you can imagine, the book’s topics fostered deep conversation among our middle-aged selves concerning how we see our lives at this stage, how each of our expectations has measured up to reality, and what self-discipline approaches we can instill to ensure we develop wisely in both character and stature ~ to grow intentionally closer to the elder women God designed us to be. It was, in many ways, a life-changing book.  But I have a small confession.  My biggest takeaway from these 3 mini-book club sessions was not about starting a gratefulness journal, nor was it about more effective Biblical note-taking during my devotional time. …

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…