The secret is almost out…
It’s time for the 3rd annual Mad tea party, join us this Saturday .
Close your eyes, feel the grass between your toes, the breeze blowing through your hair, as a warm sun kisses your cheek. I’m enjoying the beautiful colors of summer and a steady breeze through my window-enough said…
I’m looking for a little inspiration before I paint my desk and decorative side table. I’m very inspired by the european feel of this room. It’s chic and finished but has a rustic element that’s charming. My decor is eclectically global, sometimes a little too eclectic. The pic above represents my more traditional side.
I can totally see myself in this room, Mr. Java not so much! I love every element in this room. What does that say about me- I don’t know. This pic represents my bold and rather impulsive side.
This vintage shabby-chic look is also me. I’m not sure if I have a split personality or I’m just decoratively indecisive. This pic represents the homey, relaxed me.
My office walls are red maple and my floor is indian slate (mixed earth tones), the curtains are off- white as well as the trim work. I’ve already refinished a little cottage dresser in creamy white with distressed blue details. This dresser fits the look above except for the fact that a buddha and indain goddess staue are perched on top. I’m having a little trougle defining my look.
I painted my antique chair that sits in the corner creamy white. A wrought iron dress form all decked out in pink sits on the back wall. I think I’ll use a creamy white to avoid udder chaos in the room. It’s not very adventurous but a little calm is in order, don’t ya think?
I have the day off and the weather has been misty rain, comfortable temps but extremely high humidity, so gardening is out and indoor projects are in.
Have a lovely Monday.
I’m looking to add a little color to my garden, turquoise perhaps.
Love love old pots with a great patina or chippy paint. This image from country living caught my eye.
This little green house would be the perfect place to spend my summer. I may be a city girl but my heart is stuck between the pages of a country living magazine.
We have had so much precipitation this year that a mini flood came through my garden during the last terenchal down pour. So now I have to rebuild. The wood chips are gone and my flowers took a beating. The little play house/potting shed is wet but still standing. The images from country living are a great inspiration.
Enjoy your day
I leave a pair of garden boots on my porch, partly for looks but also for easy access. I wear them on dewy mornings and after a rain. I have on occasion wore them for a quick shopping trip. The princess leaves her boots right beside mine- I love that!
I found myself in a hippy-chic kind of mood today and spent the morning browsing my closet for just the right outfit to wear to work.
I love this image found on fashionista.com Wish I had that boho dress and bright red shoes. It’s amazing what a fun and playful outfit can add to your day.
Add some fun to your day!
On my way home from work yesterday I felt a familiar calling. It whispered, more like nagged me to take a little diversion to a nearby town. I pulled off the highway, drove through several stops lights, down a residential street, over the railroad tracks and into a little parking lot. The sky was overcast and grey after a full day of rain but no matter, the place I was going didn’t have any windows, just stuff, wall to wall stuff.
A little town a few miles to the north-east of my home is over-run with tiny antique shops, where you can find almost anything your heart desires- if you’re willing to pay for it. I quite often go just to browse, live in the moment of yesterday and hope that something I can’t live without jumps out at me, for the right price, of course.
When I first entered the shop I didn’t feel anything , no nostalgia, no excitement, no lust. I thought this trip was going to be a bust so I turned toward the door in an attempt to make it home and have dinner made before my hubby arrived. I made it halfway before I was stopped dead in my tracks by a case of vintage jewels, my biggest weakness. It was then that I felt that feeling of nostalgia, want, lust. The memories of grandma and her dresser in the attic filled with sparkly brooches, vintage hats and scarves, things I covet today.
The sales girl came over and offered to open the case. I knew once she did that it was all over for me but that tiny voice that came from an eight year old girl dying to play with her grandma’s jewels said “yes please.” Well I guess there isn’t too much else to say except I love the cameo brooch, the millenary flowers and the salvaged rosary chain that I spent three hours assembling last night. It looks great and I think if I can find the strength to part with it I’ll put it up for sale in my Etsy shop next week.
Have a wonderful weekend. I’m headed up-north to hunt for moral mushrooms-yum!
Happy Mother’s Day to all my girlfriends out there…
Photo borrowed from myhomeideas.com
So here we are living, dreaming and sharing our experiences with one another. We all have our ups and downs in this quest for a perfect life. Sometimes we know what we want, sometimes we can fill in that blank- if… but sometimes it’s not so clear, you could say, it’s kind of a gray area.
We could say things like- my life would be perfect if…
I had enough money to live it the way I wanted to,
if I had an awesome body, healthy and beautiful, that will never grow old,
if I had a great job, that I loved,
If I had the time to do the things I wanted to do and had the time to spend it with the people I wanted to be with instead of those who just happen to be in the same place at the same time.
Yesterday while driving home from work I listened to an interview with Meaghan Daun the author of “My life would be perfect if I lived in that house”. It made me think about how I might complete the sentence- my life would be perfect if… but I really couldn’t come up with a viable option or the perfect line and then I thought… what is perfect and is that really what I want? hmmm…
The following is an excerpt of this book… I like it!
Yesterday, a piece of my house came off in my hands. I don’t mean that metaphorically. I banged the garbage can against an outside wall, and a piece of stucco about the size of a sheet of paper came ever so slightly loose. When I touched it, it fell gently into my palm. It was as if the house were giving me a lock of its hair, or perhaps coughing up phlegm. I was concerned, but it also happened that I was really busy that day. I just couldn’t get into it with the stucco, not right then anyway. Also, I was coming up on my five-year anniversary of owning the house, and if there’s anything I’ve learned in five years, it’s this: if a piece of your house falls off and you don’t know what to do with it, throwing it in the trash and forgetting about it is a perfectly viable option. And it so happened that the trash can was right there. Once upon a time I would have made a beeline to the yellow pages to look up “stucco replacement,” but I’ve come a long way since then.
So has the house. I bought it in 2004, and as I write this, it’s supposedly worth $100,000 less than what I paid for it. By the time you read this, it will probably be worth even less than that. I try not to care because if I cared too much, or even thought about it too much, I’d go insane. I’ve spent enough time here being insane, believe me. I was insane when I bought the place, and I went even more insane afterward. Then again, the whole world was high a few years ago. The whole world, or at least the whole country, was buying real estate and melting it down to liquid form and then injecting it into veins. For my part, it’s tempting to say I succumbed to peer pressure, but it was really much more complicated than that. There is no object of desire quite like a house. Few things in this world are capable of eliciting such urgent, even painful, yearning. Few sentiments are at once as honest and as absurd as the one that moves us to declare: “Life would be perfect if I lived in that house.”
I’m writing this book in homage to that sentiment, which is to say I’m telling the story of a very imperfect life lived among very imperfect houses.
I, too, have had fantasies about the perfect house- a quaint little cottage surrounded by a garden of roses and other aromatic bloomers, the creamy white kitchen is old but still very functional, the wood floors creak with every step I take, but the windows open up to a panoramic view of the sea. The smell of sea-spray and romantic flowers fills my breath as the breeze gently graces my cheek like the touch of a feather and this house, this view, this experience makes my life seem,,, well… perfect!
My eyes are closed and my head is laying back in my chair, I can feel it- I’m there and it’s perfect…
This image takes my breath away. It’s spring at it’s best and I borrowed it from the wedding pros on wordpress.
It’s Tuesday and I have the whole day to be whatever I choose, free, relaxed, inspired, or whatever else comes to pass. This is the first time in a long time with the whole day to devote to whatever I want.
I think I’ll begin my day with a deep breath or cool spring air… it smells like melted frost and newly emerging grass. I see green shoots poking their heads up through the forest floor. I hear busy birds chattering away as they gather material for their feathered nests. A splash down in the pond by a large Canadian goose breaks my concentration. It’s lovely and it’s mine to enjoy…
Enjoy your day!