Oh I don’t know…do you ever get tired of hearing about my amazing clients? Seriously, I have the BEST! And I love that I get to work with teenagers, or young brides or older ones and people wanting to change things up a bit at home or in their work space…or customize an heirloom into…
How in the world is it even possible that I started this blogging journey 12 years ago!!! TWELVE YEARS!!! I think this photo was one of my first ones, taken in our old historic home for my first blog, A Romantic Porch. So much has happened. Plans and dreams have had their ups and downs….
I left that bad boy at the door. We broke up! I mean I really didn’t have much to do with the break up and certainly couldn’t stop it when he turned and waved audios…at the stroke of midnight. 2019, was his name. And he wasn’t really nice to me or you either for that…
When we lived out at the farmhouse, each Christmas tree was decorated with a theme, but I never put decorations on this particular tree. Just lights, only lights, and I loved the cozy glow. In the night, in those pondering hours, all the colors, the sparkle, the different facets and reflections of light, made me think of the days gone by and…
Life’ll pick ya up. And gnaw ya around in the gnarly clutches of its’ jaws and then just spit ya right back out…quivering and helpless. It’s unfair and unjust… and when you’re at your limit…well, there ya are…at your limit! My brother shared a story at my nephew’s funeral about a man who was struggling…
Remember when you played UNO every single night, while you ate supper… the game went on and on around and around the table night after night month after month. It was glorious family fun! And you have absolutely no have no idea who won that series. I get it. I relate! It takes a village…
“Do you play an instrument?” I asked. “No, I used to play guitar, but I forgot all of it, so I just sing.” she said. And THAT got me thinking…we ALL play something… ALL of us are an instrument…and we get to choose the sound it makes… positive, negative, loud, soft, mellow or steady like…
Sometimes life piles up. The hits keep coming. And one pushes too hard and too far. And it can seem like there is nowhere to turn and nowhere to go. Like the first tipped domino you feel yourself going down. Down.down.and.it.might.not.be.pretty.you.might.even.ugly.cry.going.down You may not be a teenager, but you still need to know. In May…
When the calendar says it’s not Fall y’all, but hues of yellow and red are filtering through the leaves, it starts to feel like Fall. And even though the calendar hasn’t ushered in Fall, the feeling of Autumn is quivering in the air. For several weeks, I’ve noticed slight changes in the color of the…
Amy Claire found out I grew up in Arkansas. She looked at me with her eyes opened wide with a surprised expression. Slowly with emphasis she said, “I’ve been down South. If I remember correctly it’s really different down there from up here.” Well yeah, it is really different. In fact. “down South” there’s an…