I’m very excited! I received a phone call from the shipping company this morning and they will be delivering our new king-size bedframe tomorrow!I’ve always been hesitant to commit to a king-size bed.  I told Mr. Wonderful I was afraid it would be too…….impersonal.  How far would I have to reach across the bed to know his warm body was beside me?  As it is now, on our queen-size bed, I bump into him all night long.  This, oddly enough, is a huge comfort to me.However, all the couples we’ve talked to who have a king-size bed say they wish they’d done it years earlier.  “You’ll never regret it” is the sentiment we hear over and over and over.We took the plunge when we were in Seattle a couple weeks ago.  They had this king-size bedframe on display, and it was marked 60% off because it was the floor model…

I am popping in to say hi.  After a week in Denver celebrating a dear friend’s 40th, I’ve had a difficult time reconnecting with All Mimsy.  Certainly not because I don’t miss it.  I do, very much.  I think it has more to do with nature.  Not my own, but the one outside.Since our return on Sunday, nature has been pulling me out..out…out…away from the walls of my rooms, away from my painted furniture, away from my projects, away from my interior creative focus.With the sun on my face and a spring breeze in the air, I have been raking, cleaning up fallen trees and branches around the yard, planning our landscaping for the summer, preparing my pots for bundles of colorful flowers.What a refreshing, much needed breath of fresh air.No worries, though, as I am already feeling a pull back to my blogging world.  I visited an enormous antique store in Denver and…

I gave a sneak peek in my last post of a painted sign I was creating….a project I’d never tried before but was eager to explore.  I’ve often heard of using what, to many now, are old fashioned projectors to ‘project’ a selected image on a wall or board and then trace around it prior to painting, but I’d yet to try it myself.  A couple weeks ago, during our church’s annual Mother/Daughter Tea, I happened to be visiting with one of our associate pastors and asked if the church happened to have a projector they’d be willing to sell or give away.  She said they did have a few in the building, but they really didn’t use them much any more, so she’d be happy to loan one out to me for as long as I needed it.Yippee!I knew exactly where I wanted to hang my first painted sign…..right in…

I have been asked several times where my blog name ‘All Mimsy’ originated and whether or not it has significant meaning. The answer to the second question is no.  All Mimsy, in and of itself, does not have significant meaning, which is the precise reason it suited this blog. I am one of those people who look for reason & meaning in most everything.  I long to understand the why’s behind events, actions, thoughts, speech.  Most often, once I learn the reason behind something, I am able to accept and process on a different plane.  A more logical plane.  And, usually, a more compassionate plane. The area of my life in which I create often defies reason and meaning.  At times I am motivated for no other reason than to express an urge deep within.  I do not understand the source of the urge, nor it’s persistency, but I am learning to listen to it more…

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…

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…

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…

Gabriel is my oldest son.  He is eleven. He also loves dinosaurs archaeology. (I say archaeology because Gabriel has struggled with the dilemma of his ongoing dinosaur fascination while in the 5th grade this year.  He wonders if he should be past it already.  Sweet boy that he is, I can’t bear to see his passions mocked, so I tell him to simply tell everyone he’s fascinated with archaeology…which, he very much is…and this semantic seems to keep other kids quieted down a bit 🙂 I really love this boy. When we were talking about how to decorate his room, Gabriel knew he wanted a dinosaur theme.  However, being that he is eleven, my desire was also to create a space which would grow with him—a space that could easily be changed down the road should another interest prevail. Gabriel and I agreed, naturally :-), that we would use nature-inspired…

Call it spring. Call it resolutely feminine. Whatever it is, this week finds me crazy about pretty plates. I remember seeing a picture of Bunny Williams’ dishes pantry in her wonderful book, “An Affair with a House.”  I think her description said something like, “…and I love dishes, so I had a separate pantry created to hold my collection.  Each shelf is lit so I can more readily see what I have…” You would not believe how large and extensive Ms. Williams’ collection is.  My first thought upon seeing her pantry was this: I don’t understand wanting (needing?) that many dishes. I really did not understand.  I wondered, am I missing something here? But this week, I think I’m beginning to understand. In 2001, my beloved grandma–my dad’s mom–passed away.  Having just had my second baby, I was unable to attend her funeral, something I deeply regret.  However, I am…