Saturday, August 17, 2013

It's Gonna Be A Bright Sunshiny Day!

Whack A Mole!!  Remember playing that game at the state fair?  It's the one where you pay to beat the heck out of those darn critters popping out of their holes.  Easy game, right?  Certainly seems easier than tossing a ring on a fish bowl.  Or shooting hoops with a basketball slightly larger than the diameter of the rim (they failed to mention that little detail).  Yup... should be a piece of cake!  Handing over your money, with a slightly cocky smirk, you brace yourself for the bell to ring indicating "game on"!  There's the first one!  With a large, plush mallet gripped tightly in your hand, you hit the mole so that he retreats back into his hole. One down.  Oops.. there's another.. and another.. and another!  They're popping up all over and in rapid succession!  And hitting has now turned into smashing!  Your smirk has given way to a deeply furrowed brow set with a mix of determination and frustration because you haven't been able to get every one.  Another sounding bell and game over.  Try as you might, you found this game wasn't as easy as you thought it would be.

And that, dear friends, is life!  Right now I am playing my own version of Whack A Mole... trying to handle a million things at once, hoping to eliminate each one with expediency.  It's the reason why it's been eleven days since I last posted anything.  I feel bad about that.  So, I'm sending out a river of sunflowers to you.  To thank you for your patience!  To thank you for following me! To thank you for being my ray of sunshine!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

It Started With Paint

I was flip-flopping.  Before moving in, the cornflower blue walls in the guest bedroom were just not going to work.  I'm not a "blue" person.. at least not that particular shade.  However, with boxes unpacked and the room starting to take shape, that cornflower blue was growing on me. I was making friends with it.  Well, long story short?  Some friendships just don't get beyond a nod "hello"!

Out came the paint brushes and a fresh can of Benjamin Moore, White Cloud.  I was going to take a leap of faith and try creating a soothing palate of neutrals throughout the house.  And the guest bedroom would be my first foray into creating a home void of strong colors. 

I wanted to embrace a softer ambiance... one that would work well with accessories such as this Anthropologie ruffled comforter.  In my eyes, strong color on the walls would only fight with this softer look.

The fireplace mantel that I painted and distressed would find a home here in this room, also.  Along with other pieces I did a makeover on.

Did you notice the bed frame in the first two photos?  It was my grandmother's mahogany twin bed.  Yes, you do have to say "mahogany twin bed" as grandmother was always proud of the quality of her possessions.  Tickles me to say the string of descriptive words many years after she has passed!  But I think she's beaming up there knowing that someone still appreciates her things!  Anyway, I wanted to bring it up to date by painting it Annie Sloan's French Linen.

Annie Sloan's, Old White, was dry brushed on the detailing really making it pop!

I love how this room is coming together!  It's so soothing and I'm pleased that I took that leap of faith into a world of neutrals.  And how does the whole room look?  Not done yet.  Just a few more details and I will give you the grand tour of this darling, little cottage room!   

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Friday, August 2, 2013

Lean on Me....

Kathy's assignment, over at You'll Shoot Your Eye Outis Bill Wither's song, "Lean On Me".  What image conveys that message?  Without a doubt it's this.

Thirty three weeks and one day... that's how long it's been since she's passed.  Thirty three weeks and one day since I've had to go it on my own.  We leaned on each other.  One was no less important than the other.  My rock.. my constant companion.. my soul dog is waiting for me on the other side.  

You can read my tribute to Annie here.