tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88840286996986144772012-01-20T14:50:22.533-05:00I've Spent Most of My Money on Jewelry, Purses and Shoes. The Rest, Well... I've Just Wasted.Teehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12681629600576488888noreply@blogger.comBlogger1281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8884028699698614477.post-36789151352813049332011-10-15T16:13:00.002-04:002011-10-15T16:18:08.788-04:00

I did it y'all.  I took the plunge, Source: None via Terri on Pinterest and went to Wordpress. Come visit me HERE...okay?

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I don't drink. Well, except for the occasional margarita and glass of wine. But I only like pink wine that tastes like kool aid. And I mix it with Sprite and pour it over ice. So I'm not sure that counts. I don't smoke.  Never have. I tried once, in my 20's. But, at the risk of sounding like Bill Clinton, I never inhaled. I don't gamble. If you gave me twenty bucks to put in a one

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This past weekend, I had the privilege of helping out a precious friend whose daughter was getting married.  I could tell you all the amazing things the Lord did for this wonderful family over the course of the last six months, but that would make for the longest post in blogging history. So let's just put it this way - He cares about even the most minute details of our lives, right down to a

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Well, we made it back from the beach.  We had a wonderful time with one exception:  The house we stayed in was a wee bit on the dumpy side.   Not horrible.  Just in dire need of a generous dose of TLC.  And some SERIOUS decluttering.  But B and I had fun dreaming about all the things we'd do to it if it belonged to us. Soooo...we have just about decided to try to sell this big ol' monster house,

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Well hello, bloggy world.  I cannot believe it's been an entire month since I last posted.  I wanted to stick my head in for just a minute to welcome everybody from Rhoda's Feature Friday.  Is she not the nicest person, like, EVER?! Thank you so much, Rhoda, for spotlighting my house this week! And if you're here from Nester's Linky, scroll on down to the bottom.  I promise there's some yard

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Celebrating the end of one simple little project that turned into six months of construction, two nasty-grams from our uppity vigilant neighborhood management assocation, one hissy fit thrown by yours truly at the brick masons who couldn't or wouldn't speak English, and countless raised eyebrows from the neighbors. B is sooo proud of his new toy! A little spit shine and she's ready to go...

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Ok, y'all are just gonna have to humor me for a little bit today, because these pictures all look almost identical. See, last Sunday, for the first time in, like, EVER, our bedroom was completely clean. (I'm loving all the sunlight and shadows everywhere) So I did what any self respecting blogger would do... I grabbed a camera. Y'know, so I could hook up to a Spring linky party somewhere.

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Y'all won't believe this one.  I puttered around the house all morning yesterday, in and out of the family room and hearth room on both sides of the fireplace. I sort of remember hearing a faint noise in the chimney and thinking that I should go investigate.  I never did. Then something caught my eye... WHAT?!!! No telling how long this little fella had been holed up in there, hoping 

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Thank you all for being so kind to me. Truth be told, I feel a little silly. You see, the evening before Georgie died, I was sitting on the back porch with him when a fantastical storm blew through Charlotte.  Around that time, about a mile or so from our old house, there was a young man, the same age as the Tot, driving home. We knew that child years ago. Tot played ball with him. I think he

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I'll be seeing you In all the old familiar places That this heart of mine embraces All day through. In that small cafe; The park across the way; The children's carousel; The chestnut trees; The wishin' well. I'll be seeing you In every lovely summer's day; In every thing that's light and gay. I'll always think of you that way. I'll find you In the

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You can dream about it every now and then,But you can't go home again.   -    Wynnona It's 4:23 am.  I am wide awake.  I wish I had a good reason why I haven't shown up around here in almost three weeks. But the fact of the matter is, well,  I just haven't felt like it.  But tonight (today?) it occurred to me that I've never shown much of our old house here. The forever house that wasn't.

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Hope you had a lovely weekend.  Big T came home from school yesterday and surprised us.  So I made his favorite pot roast for lunch to celebrate.  Then he and B played musical chairs and tables for me afterward. We switched the glass top in the breakfast nook with the wood trestle in the dining room.  I like it. Now if I could only decide what to do about those ugly brown pleather

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Impromptu Super Duper Dough Bowl Party at Nester's today. Here's mine on the family room coffee table next to a copy of Saladino Villa (a Christmas gift from B) and a marked up copy of 1000 Gifts. I bought the bowl at the Metrolina years ago and used it for potpourri mostly. I often left the petals in the bowl to recoat them, so the old wood soaked up all that smell-goodness. You can

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"You can't ever find what you do not look for." I started my list a very long time ago, quite by accident.  Inspired by the original Ann full of Grace, I kept it up occasionally.  It mostly sits, gathering dust on paper and virtual page. No more, I pray. The book is finally here. Last Tuesday.  I couldn't wait for Amazon so I went looking. Nothing. "Excuse me, but do you know when you'll

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"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Happy New Year Y'all!

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To be honest I didn't actually complete anything in 2010.  After two years of being up to my elbows in house choices, everything from brick and stone to toilet levers and light switch covers, I was toast.  I had every intention of dropping my bags on the floor and calling it a day when we finally moved into this house last Thanksgiving.  But there is one thing that I just added and I'm so

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Ok, so let's get right to it before I lose all interest in blogging about Christmas. Christmas Eve B and I did a little shopping, had lunch at Creole's (shrimp po boys which were pretty darn close to the real thang, I must say) and then put on our full battle armor to do some grocery shopping at the Harris Teeter. Now let me just say that my husband associates all major holidays with the food

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We're settling in for the winter and I'm keeping it simple again this year. There are boxes upon boxes of ornaments stashed in the attic. I didn't even make a dent in them. My magnolia trees are still too young to be giving up too many of their leaves without lookin' bare nekkid,so I texted B an order for pine branches while he was in the woods a couple weeks ago. He came through again and

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Way back at the beginning of 2010 I discovered a blog revolution known as "Word For The Year".  The act-and art- of choosing just one word, of giving a name to my own personal box of days if you will, particularly appealed to me because 1) I love words and 2) I'm terrible at New Year's resolutions to the point that I don't bother making them.  But this - this was different.  There are no rules

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When I was a child I had four steadfast buddies.  We walked together to school beginning in first grade, went to church together, got sick on the Zipper at the Ark-La-Miss fair together, memorized the words to every song on the Grease album together.  We had each other's back in that war zone known as an elementary school playground.  When we got older we drove to school together, shopped

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You'll never guess what I did today. Go on. Just try. Give up? I thought so. Well, what I did today was... I went junkin'. With Eddie. And Jaithan. I KNOW!!! SHUT. UP!!! There were about 20 of us and boy did we turn some heads traipsing through the tents of the Metrolina this morning.  You know what was surprising?  Most of the vendors were NOT happy that so many people were in their

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My sister sent me this funny a while back: QUALIFICATIONS: In a Purdue University classroom, they were discussing the qualifications to be President of the United States . It was pretty simple, the candidate must be a natural born citizen of at least 35 years of age. However, one girl in the class immediately started in on how unfair was the requirement to be a natural born citizen. In

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How do they know? These boys of mine, That this space is not a place they want to spend their time? I think it is the books.  My boys would rather be batting a ball, climbing a tree or casting a line. They are not interested in this thing called design. Maybe it's the candles, silver, art and flowers. These make them sneeze. Maybe it's the fire in the fireplace. My boys do

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I'm looking around today, trying to recall some morsel of homekeeping genius gleaned from 20 plus years of wifedom-slash- motherhood.  And the truth is that my biggest secret is this:  I'm mellowing as I age.  My house is never all clean at once.  Well, almost never.  One day a month, after the cleaning ladies have been here, everything is spit shine gleaming.  It doesn't last long.  Maybe

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Happiness is as a butterfly, which, when pursued, is always just beyond our grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.(Nathaniel Hawthorne) I'm at home today; futzing, puttering, sweeping, laundering, spritzing, loving my house.Quietly reveling in a few days of fall respite.Watching the leaves fluttering down outside my window. B and the Tater Tot have left me to my

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Since I haven't shown you much of the kitchen since last winter, I'm gonna join Sheila at Note Songs for her Heart of the Home tour today.  A little piece of advice for anyone who's planning a kitchen:  DO NOT LET YOUR ELECTRICIAN TALK YOU INTO POWER OUTLETS IN THE UNDER CABINET LIGHTING STRIP!! I can't tell you how much I regret doing this.  There are only two words for these things...Ug. Ly.

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The great thing about sending your kid off to college is that it gives you an excuse to clean out, clean up, and take back any decorating raw materials that are still usable from said kid's bedroom.  Since we've been in this house less than a year and Big T has never spent much time in his room anyway, the cleaning out business wasn't too bad.  (His closet was really the worst part.)  When T

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       "Applied ornamentation, like a gooey, too sweet frosting on a cake, can come across as unctuous rather than attractive, charming, or in character. The more sophisticated your eye becomes, the more assured your personal style will be, the more easily you will reach for the most authentic decorating solution. Simplicity is no more than a fresh glint of sunshine in a room. Clean windows.

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So I took down the Audubon, just because I know you're sick of lookin at it.  I rummaged around upstairs and found the leather framed mirror that was in Big T's bathroom in the old house.  The antique olive jar is from the Metrolina, and the giant feathers are from Pottery Barn.  The twisted branch and the deer antlers were "presents" from B.  The art is an original hand engraving of a swamp.

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Remember back in July when I went to She Speaks? And remember how I told you Ikea whispered to me from down the road for two days? And remember how I finally gave in and went after Saturday afternoon sessions were over? What?  I never mentioned that last part?  Hmmm, must have forgotten.... So I went, and finally gave in and bought two Lack parsons tables. I brought these babies home and B put

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Torn between two loves,Feelin' like a foolLovin' both of youIs breakin' all the rules Ever noticed how I always seem to be explaining prolonged absences from this blog?  Ahem. This time all I'm gonna say is that my life in the last month has involved:  one beach trip, one college apartment, umpteen trips to Target, Wally World, and Homegoods plus copious amounts of money to furnish

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Your name, O Lord, endures forever, your renown, O Lord, through all generations. For the Lord will vindicate his people and have compassion on his servants. The idols of the nations are silver and gold,made by the hands of men. They have mouths, but cannot speak,eyes, but they cannot see;they have ears, but cannot hear,nor is there breath in their mouths.  Those who make them will be like them,

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Is this weird? That thing over the stove? It's ok if you say it is. Lots of people would take one glance and mutter "eeewwww!" I found the little fella for $35 at the consignment store a few weeks ago and couldn't leave without him. He's pretty old and cruddy, but all his pieces parts are still there, and he just seems to say "autumn" to me for some strange reason. He fits right in over

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This weekend I did something completely and totally out of character.  I went to She Speaks, the annual Proverbs 31 big shebang.  By myself.  Some might ask what the big deal is about that.  But my introverted wallflower sisters everywhere will most likely let out a collective gasp when they read this.  Did I want to do this?  Oh my, no.  But God began to gently nudge me a few months ago to go.

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Like a moth to a flame, I am. When the sky turns grey and the thunder rolls, I can't help myself.  That front row seat calls my name. Preferred theatre?  The back porch. This evening brought a fantastic show. This one was extra special.  Why?  My boys came out to watch too.  We marveled at the wind and crashing thunder. We rocked.  We counted lightning.  Rock...count...rock...count. 

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So about two weeks ago I was minding my own business when I got an e-mail from my friend Rachel.  She's a real estate agent.  It said something like, "I know this is strange, and feel free to say no, but I have a friend who would like to borrow your master suite."  Her friend (also a real estate broker) needed an upscale bedroom/bathroom to film an audition video for the HGTV show Bang For Your

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He is so proud. My renegade gardener. It's the first crop of the season. Vegetable plants are frowned upon 'round this neighborhood so he hid one lone vine behind the air conditioning units. I think going rogue gives him a teensy bit of adrenaline rush. I always did go for the wild ones. Linked to Tuesdays Unwrapped over at Emily's Chatting at the Sky.  Thanks Emily!

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It figures.  The first time I do a giveaway, I have a spur of the moment chance to get out of town for a few days, thereby missing entirely my own deadline.  Sheesh.  My parents were headed down last Thursday to watch my nephew's All Star tournament.  He's seven.   So, with two hours' notice, the Tater Tot and I invited ourselves to tag along.  All totalled, we rode for thirty three and a

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I've been blogging for a year and a half and have never participated in Met Monday.  Why? Mostly because my projects take so long to finish that all the excitement has worn off by the time they're actually completed. I'm a half-way girl, all the way.  I have grand ideas, but poor execution skills.  There's also a massive streak of decorating attention deficit disorder coursing through my veins.

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Ahem...I have a few announcements: Announcement #1:  I am not dead.  I am not currently incarcerated.  I have not been abducted by aliens or otherwise fallen off the face of the earth. Just in case you were wondering. Announcement #2:  I am now the mother of one supremely edjumacated high skool gradurate.  Consequently, this means that I am now old. Announcement #3:  I loathe every

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I discovered Sloane Tanen today.  I've been living under a rock, you say?  Probably.  Some are a wee bit distasteful, but most are sweet.  And hilarious. This one's for Big T's girlfriend, Anna.  And Pam's daughter, Jessica. Museum by Sloane Tanen This one makes me think of my dear, sweet hubby. He's coming into his crotchety old man phase early in life. Grandpa by Sloane Tanen And

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Amanda at Serenity Now is having a Dish It Linky Party about "Mom".   Since my desire to write has inexplicably left the building as of late, I thought I would simply answer the questions she posed: ~What's the best thing about your mom? My mother is the most gentle creature I've ever known.  Her childhood was tough, but you would never know that she had some pretty poor excuses for role

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Setting: Chez Browne Eyed Belle, Friday afternoonCast of Characters:  The beautiful kids of the Senior Class of 2010 Scene One:  We join the kids at quarter to five, where Big T is giving directions. Because someone is late...and lost. Lots of clowning around on the set... You'll need to remember this picture a little further down. They look like the stars of the latest Disney blockbuster,

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Today was one of those days that would be funny if it weren't so sad.  1.  We haven't done a daygum thingfor spring break this week.  Pooh. 2.  See that obnoxious dog over there on the sidebar? "The Bad One"?  He ran away this morning.  The battery on his invisible fence collar was on the fritz and he made a break for it around high noon.  3.  Called B to tell him the dog was gone.  He was at

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Maybe some good news for everyone still mourning the departure of Domino?  Check it out here.  What do you think? I've never been able to relate much to Verandah.  All those oil paintings and priceless antiques and boxwood gardens and such.  Maybe it's worth another look. But they better not be messin' with House Beautiful.  That is all.

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Although I certainly didn't mean it to be, I'm afraid my last post came across as me being covetous of someone else's things, because unless you clicked over, you couldn't know that that is the title of the blog.  I know Kristin doesn't need any help from me to generate traffic, but every once in a while I, like most every other blogger, link up to something that I think others would enjoy. I

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See this house?  This is Kristin's house. Kristin's house is French vernacular. My house is French vernacular. Sort of. Kristin's house has herringbone floors and chinoiserie draperies. My house has herringbone floors and chinoiserie draperies. (Only my chinoiserie draperies are currently in a heap on the floor waiting to be hung.) Her house has antlers and stuffed critters hanging

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Last Sunday after church I was just settling in with my magazines and coupons, when the phone rang.  I heard Tater Tot talking and deduced that it was not the usual wrong number.  (Our number used to belong to a family named Wu,  so just about 3 or 4 times a week we get calls from either people speaking some sort of foreign jibberish or the high school telling us that young Master Wu has been

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This was my sad, sad family room that I've been avoiding showing y'all. We weren't spending much time in here because there simply wasn't anywhere to get comfy. Unless your idea of getting comfy was standing up to watch tv.  The guys were always up in the media room watching BassMasters or shaking the walls with UltimateMegaMortalWarDeathCombat X-box in full-on surround sound. I hung out in 

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Image from here It's a world of laughter,A world of tearsIt's a world of hopeAnd a world of fearsThere's so much that we shareThat it's time we're awareIt's a small world after all. (Please don't hunt me down and accost me because you can't get that song out of your head now, mkay?) Remember when I said I didn't know anyone in real life who had a blog?  I need to sort of retract that

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I've been scarce around these parts. again.  Just wanted to say thanks to all of you who continue to check in on me.  And to tell you no, to shout from the rooftop, in case you didn't know that GOD IS AN AWESOME GOD. He answers prayer. The big ones... for my baby The little ones... that seem so inconsequential in the grand scheme of life. He provides everything we need and more.

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I've had a serious case of blogger's block blah lately.  I'm starting to think that the building of this house was actually the easy part. A few days ago I stumbled onto this blog.  If you haven't already, go check her out.  Today is House Tour day at Transforming Home. Nothing like a party to put a girl's you know what in gear. So let's see...what have I not shown you yet that is currently

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Quick!  What does this remind you of? Know what it reminds me of?  The Superbowl Champs!  Way to geaux Saints! I've been gone from Louisiana for well nigh two decades, but the cypress trees, gumbo mud and cotton fields of home will forever be my heritage.  I desperately wish I was there now.  Know what else?  My daddy is possibly the happiest man alive today.  He's been defending his beloved

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Much ado about nothing, really. Mostly ice. And gray sky. And cold. I do not like cold. Not one little bit. In customary goofy dog fashion, one charged full steam ahead. The other didn't quite know what to think. He got the hang of it soon enough, though. We stayed inside by the fire. We made smores. And chocolate chip cookies. Then just before sundown, THIS Whoaaaaa!!!! On a

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We made a pilgrimage to Ikea on Saturday.  It's funny, you'd never know there was a recession going on judging by their parking lot.  The plan was to buy two Lack tables for Tater Tot's room, but  I just did not like any of the colors and I am too lazy busy to paint them.  So this house is still lacking those ubiquitous Lacks.  I did get a spiffy little cowhide rug for the hearth room- the

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Friday, February 19 - This is an old post I'm linking up to Marty's Cloche Party.  You don't have to tell me what you did last weekend.  But you could share what you're up to this coming weekend.  That would be nice. SaturdayI hid from the world.Just me.  No place to be.  No alarm clock.  No phone. No stressing over house bills still straggling in.Pj's sun up to sundown.  Didn't brush my hair.

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I stumbled on a nifty new blog party while checking in on Jane at Blondie's Journals this week.  Apparently Beth at The Stories of A to Z got a wild hair a couple of days ago and decided to throw a weekly mantel linky party.  So here we go. Let me just admit right here that after I cleaned up the shedding fresh pine garland from Christmas, I unwittingly committed the cardinal sin of

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Four years ago, on January 11, 2006, B and I headed out on a little road trip - just the two of us.  Anytime we left our boys behind before, we were destined for a sunny beach via a cruise ship.  But on that day, we were bound for Arkansas.  I, for a much anticipated visit with my little sister; and B, for some duck hunting with some buddies from Charlotte.  B and I drove to Little Rock on

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First off, my most sincere apologies to my mother, who abhors anything with "Welcome Friends" or "Back Door Guests Are Best" plastered on a wooden chicken's behind and slapped on a stick.  Y'all come on in and make yourselves at home.  There's still so much to do, but I guess it wouldn't be home if it was perfect.  When you step into the back hall from the garage, this is on your right.  The

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A TURTLE ONLY MAKES PROGRESS WHEN IT STICKS ITS NECK OUT. One year ago today, I stuck my neck out.  I started a blog in my pajamas.  It wasn't a new year's resolution to broaden my horizons or anything, or even a desire to jump on the proverbial bandwagon.  It was a lark, a fluke, a whim.  I didn't know any people in my real life who blog - still don't - unless you count Caringbridge pages. 

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'Twas the night before Christmas... actually it was 1:30 a.m. Christmas morning.  There were four of these sweet creatures across the street, silently nibbling acorns by the lamplight.  I was shivering in the front doorway, clicking away with my camera, but they didn't seem to care. (This is the best photo I could get - I'm not the best photographer to begin with and it was cold!) Why was I

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He came to pay a debt he didn't owe; Because we owed a debt we could not pay. So come, let us adore Him. Now and forevermore.

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My house right now is like that proverbial duck on a pond (or was it a swan?)... Calm up top and paddling like heck underneath.  From the street, you'd never know we weren't ready for a visit from you-know-who. Wreaths on doors - Check Candles in windows - Check Tree lit in window - Check And now, a confession.  Since we've been just a wee bit busy unpacking the moving boxes for the

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I swiped this from Lisa Pickle's blog.  Give it a whirl - it's fun! 27 CHRISTMAS QUESTIONS: 1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? Wrapping paper, although I currently have more bags than paper in my stash. 2. Real or artificial tree?  Real, real, real 'til the day I die. 3. When do you put up the tree?  Sometime around the first weekend of December. 4. When do you take the tree down?  When it

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Guess what?  I still don't have a doorbell, central vac, towel bars, a bathroom mirror, or TV service.  But the landscapers have been working hard all week through the storms to get sod and shrubs in.  And last night the internet fairy came and left me a connection to the outside world.  Life is grand, ain't it? There are a handful of boxes still milling about and waiting to be unpacked, but for

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Y'all look what I just won!  Yes, that's a genuine Steinbach.  Oh my stars and heavens!    I'm still up to my eyeballs in moving boxes over here, but I sneaked into blog land for a quick visit anyway, and it was waiting on my dashboard! There are still  nine more days of giveaways left over at The Well Appointed House, so go see Gabrielle and become a follower for your

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Tomorrow.  Tomorrow is the day we've worked toward for over 2 years.  We're sitting on go.  The lights are hung, the drywall dust has settled, the floors are gleaming, the paint has dried.  There's no grass yet, but who needs that stuff anyway?  I'm just praying that it STOPS RAINING IN NORTH CAROLINA soon so the landscapers can do their thang, and that no one knocks on our door in the middle of 

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("There is hardly ever a complete silence in our soul.  God is whispering to us well-nigh incessantly.  Whenever the sounds of the world die out in the soul, or sink low, then we hear these whisperings of God.  He is always whispering to us, only we do not always hear, because of the noise, hurry and distraction which life causes as it rushes on"... F.W. Faber     This quote was on my sidebar for

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"Do not expect to be treated fairly in this life.  People will say and do hurtful things to you, things that you don't deserve.  Instead of obsessing about other people's opinions of you, keep your focus on Me.  Ultimately, it is My view of you that counts.  ... (From the book Jesus Calling by Sarah Young, which I mentioned in my last post.) More than once lately I've found myself turning to

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The resident style maven at A Femme D'Un Certain Age did a series recently wherein she asked her French friends to spill their secrets about what was lurking in the deep recesses of their handbags.  I enjoyed this bit of e-snooping so much, I thought I'd share what odd junk I carry around. The bag is a Louis Vuitton Never Full, a birthday gift from B last year.  Did I ever mention that my

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Today's post is brought to you by the color GREEN.  The guys talked me into going to the hunting club a few Sundays ago when they went out to check their clover crop.  (Hmm, now there's a statement I never thought I'd make.) Mom needed some peace and quiet after having so many people in her house all the time, so I agreed to tag along. I played with the camera while they spread seed and

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"IF YOU STAND FOR NOTHING, YOU'LL FALL FOR ANYTHING". For probably twenty years, that morsel of wisdom was posted on a sign outside a little church at the edge of a dusty highway in my hometown.  The other side said "THIS CHURCH IS PRAYER CONDITIONED".  When I was a kid, we'd pass that place regularly on the way to my grandmother's house. The sign never changed - it just gained a little moss and

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Can a corrupt throne be allied with you -- one that brings on misery by its decrees? They band together against the righteous and condemn the innocent to death. But the Lord has become my fortress, and my God the rock in whom I take refuge. He will repay them for their sins and destroy them for their wickedness; the Lord our God will destroy them.    Psalm 94:20-23 NIV

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It's finally starting to feel like fall around here.  Yesterday was cool and misting rain all day.  The urge to curl up with a book and my big ol' coffee mug and hide away from the world was almost overpowering.  B and I were at the new house most of the morning meeting with our hard-head stair guy and the painter.  I also got to watch the trim guys install the cypress paneling on the ceiling

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I promise to post about something other than myself soon, but y'all, I really NEED the necklace that Diana at To Everything A Season is giving away, so hang in here with me, okay? Another blog tag: 1. Where is your cell phone? Beside me on the desk 2. Your hair? Dark brown, chin length bob 3. Your mother? Kind, gentle, quiet 4. Your father? Funny, talented, age-defying 5. Your favorite food?

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Y'all, I have a serious problem.  I gave up all my secrets in my very first post.  Now I've run out of interesting stuff to tell you about my boring little self, and Lisa  at Pickles and Cheese has just given me another award! So, I've decided to cheat ('cause it's my blog and I'll cheat if I want to) and combine the Honest Scrap and Blogs with Personality tag from Ms. Tish that I got a few

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Being the exemplary hunting widows that we are, Mom and I were sitting around Labor Day weekend, deciding how best to amuse ourselves for three straight days of "widowhood", when we spotted an ad in the Charlotte Disturber Observer for "Somethings Aflutter" at the Daniel Stowe Botanical Garden. HGTV has listed DSBG as one of the "Nation's 20 Great Gardens".  It was quite hot on the afternoon

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I'm still here!  I'm actually amazed that we survived August with sanity intact. As of Tuesday, we're completely out of the rental.  In addition to the sorting, scouring, pitching, packing, and trade show shmoozing, B got roped into coaching Tater Tot's baseball team AGAIN(!) so we added to the madness a Saturday morning of tryouts for fifty 13 and 14 year old boys. Then there was the summer

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I am a collector, plain and simple. Of shoes, purses, lamps, chairs, affordable art, Santa Clauses, wood boxes, and probably more stuff I can't think of right now.  They call out to me wherever I go.  I'm even fascinated by, and have been known to collect, shopping lists left behind in grocery carts.  It's a sickness, really.  All these things capture my attention at various times

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Scenes from a construction site Wordless Wednesday is being hosted (hostess-ed?) by Heather over at Simply Heather during Dixie's summer hiatus. Thanks Heather!

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For all the summers we've been going to Edisto Beach, just down the street from The Piggly Wiggly grocery and next door to the bike and kayak rental cabin, there was a little art gallery called Fish or Cut Bait. Every year I looked forward to the lazy afternoon, usually about Wednesday, when I'd be able to wash the sand from my flip flops and slip away from the guys for an hour of blissful

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1. I am halfway to crazy. How do I know this? We've decided to pack up and move out of the rental before the new house is finished. The four of us and the cat are going to stay with my parents for two months. There's the small matter of starting back to school, and we'll also be doing a trade show while simultaneously getting everything to storage and the rental house cleaned up by the end of

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(Click the OW button to get to Susan's place.) Botany Bay Road Edisto Island, South Carolina

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Did y'all catch that television travesty of design last night? I don't watch much HGTV anymore. Most of it is too cheap, rushed, and "I'm totally in denial that my one bedroom condo, chock full of 1982 furniture and Little Tykes toys and dripping in doilies, is not worth a million bucks, why is nobody knocking down my door to buy this place?" depressing. Except Candice. Love her. I missed the

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The gracious (and, might I add, HYPER ENERGETIC!) Maggie over at Just Add Glitter and Stir is hosting a Christmas in July party today. Go check it out and prepare to get your jolly on. I first thought of giving this post the title "Electric S-x" in homage to that classic Red Ryder/Major Award flick (you know the one!), but can you imagine the uninvited Google search freaks who'd show up to this

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"one pair of shoes can change your life"CinderellaOkay, I wanted to get to the Shoe Show first thing this morning, but instead had to go to a meeting at the crack of dawn to talk about concrete. Puhleeze!!! So, as usual, I'm late!I also wanted to show you my go go boot picture from high school dance team, but it's packed away in the cedar chest, shrink wrapped, on a pallet, twenty feet high at

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It's Thursday again, and you know what that means?! Vintage Thingies Thursday! Woo hoo! B and the boys are HUGE baseball fans. I found this old photo a couple years back at the Metrolina. There's no date anywhere on it. Maybe from the early 1900's? When I bought it, my plan was to cut away the old mat board and frame just the photo. At that point, only the bottom right corner was missing. For

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So far this month:Exterior stone complete.Stone on front steps complete.Lathing for stucco applied.Scaffolding assembled and ready for stucco.Exterior trim painted.Front door installed. FINALLY!!!Cedar beams installed on back loggia. Oh, that smell is heavenly!!Passed electrical, mechanical, and plumbing inspections. Can I get a woot woot?!Now these guys can get started. They'll be in the house

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Stumbled upon a great blog this morning. Have mercy! Talk about some serious eye candy! It's called Nest Egg, and it's the home of Rachel Halvorson, a Nashville designer. Today, Rachel is doing a $200 bed makeover guest spot at StyleBluePrint. Anyone who can create that with stuff from the Homegoods/TJ Maxx is alright by me. The bottom of the post reads, "Enjoy this post? Please help us by

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You have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence. Acts 2:28 NIV Life is a merry go round these days. For two years now, we've been slowly inching forward in this homebuilding process. Last month was one year since we sold our forever house. The plan was to be out of this rental back in March. I'm supposed to be fluffing the pillows in the new house by now.

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This is my first Nester party. Since the other rooms in the house have appeared on the blog before, I thought we'd take a peek at the master bedroom. I wasn't sure whether to even show up for this party, since repurposing in my house really just means moving things around to different rooms. All these pieces (except the bed, of course!) have done just that. Many times.The bed is the most

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This is my first time participating in Vintage Thingy Thursday. I'm not a vintage thingy girl of the magnitude of Suzanne at Colorado Lady (our gracious hostess) or Joan at Anything Goes Here (which is where I discovered VTT), but I so enjoy the time spent with my mother and sister on those rare occasions when we do get to treasure hunt together. I found this old Guerlain perfume bottle, along

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Thanks, Heathahlee! This was fun. Do what you can, with what you have, where you are. Theodore Roosevelt The napping cat on a book came from an antique store in Cashiers, NC. Mom and I went there last summer on a girls' weekend trip. The best way to know truth or beauty is to try to express it. Brenda Ueland This pillow has been in my bathroom forever. Makes me smile every time...

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I admit it. I forgot it was Flaunt Your Red Friday. Last week (when I did remember) I fully intended to snap some new pics. But, as usual, time got away. It's dark outside now and the camera batteries are dead. So today, I give you, in no particular order, miscellaneous, random, totally unrelated reds from the photo files... And yes, some of these are repeats. Sue me. The red tray was in

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Thanks Dixie and Susan, for being our ever-gracious hostesses!

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Thanks to Marty at A Stroll Thru Life for hosting the first Cloche Party! In true procrastinator fashion, I'm still working on this post, but if I don't get something up now, it probably won't get here at all. This is my favorite cloche, purchased years ago at Boyles in Charlotte. I dug it out of it's hiding place in the moving box (on the bottom of the stack, of course) just for today.

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Overcast and drizzling rain today. Kinda like my mood lately. Still in my trusty pj's at noon, and trying not to think about the fact that our elected leaders are taking this country to hell in a handbasket. Same song, different verse, ad infinitum. What can one person do?We girls know that when the going gets tough, the tough go shopping. So I did. Sort of.Polyvore.com is a fun place to play. I

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Found this today while cleaning out the e-mail in box: To: YOU Date: Today From: GOD Subject: YOURSELF This is God. Today I will be handling all of your problems for you. I do not need your help.. So, have a nice day. I love you. P.S. Remember... If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do NOT attempt to resolve it yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (

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I'm finding myself at a loss for words And the funny thing is it's okay The last thing I need is to be heard But to hear what You would say Word of God speak Would You pour down like rain Washing my eyes to see Your majesty To be still and know That You're in this place Please let me stay and rest In Your holiness Word of God speak I'm finding myself in the midst of You Beyond

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I wasn't going to post this because my photography skills leave so much to be desired, what with the morning sun glaring in, and also because you can tell just how sparsely decorated this rental house really is. But, with my most sincere apologies to Marcel Mouly collectors everywhere, and to the late Monsieur Mouly, who would roll over in his grave if he saw this, here's "What's Against My Wall"

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