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best laid plans

I’m a Natural in My World


What are you a “natural” at doing?  I am a natural at dancing. Been doing it since the age of three. Do it all the time. Can’t help it.

Would you prefer a one floor house or multiple levels?  I prefer a one floor house. I’ve lived in both and I definitely prefer a nice one floor house, nice and spread out. Stairs are overrated!

What was your favorite subject in school?  My favorite subject in school was English. And I still enjoy writing, proofreading, editing, and reading.

Complete this sentence: If only the rain..  would fall when needed and cease when not.


A Vintage Christmas

With all the vintage ornaments and decorations in this lovely house, it seems as if I have travelled back in time to my childhood. We spent many a Christmas here on the farm. The temperature outside feels just right. The smells coming from the kitchen are divine. The cookies are piling up. Tradition and family history fill the rooms.  This place now represents five generations. We have a lot to remember and share. Feeling such gratitude for those who came before us. Here’s to the smiles on their faces as they watch over us living their legacy.

These belonged to my grandparents. They were purchased in the 1930’s.
These are at least 55 years old.
Hand painted by one of my brothers in 1972.
There used to be five of these. I have one at my house. One of my favorites.
I painted this in 1972, when I was five. Not my best work.
the 70's

Christmas in the 70’s

My father made this amazing sign in the early 70’s in a little Chicago suburb called Beverly, when I was about 3 years old. It now hangs at my brother’s house in Ponte Vedra Beach, FL. All five kids loved the sign when we were little but then were embarrassed by it in our teen years. Things have come full circle and now, as adults with little and big kids, we adore it once again.

the 70's
Beverly, Suburb of Chicago, Early 1970’s
the 70's
Ponte Vedra Beach, FL 2015

I asked my father to remind me of the facts behind the making and display of this sign and true to his character, he sent a dissertation:

The sign was created by me and only me in the basement of our home on the south side of Chicago.  I’m not sure of the exact year but it would have been in the very early 70’s.  I wanted something to hang on the front of the house that captured my strong positive feelings about the season but also projected some irreverence, a sense of humor, and some respect for the 60’s that put words and phrases like this into popular use.
I probably asked for some advice from Mr. Michaels, owner of the hardware store on 103rd Street.  He was never too busy to stop and explain things to the young, clueless 
homeowners of the time. 
Anyway, supplies were purchased including plain canvas (sail cloth), paint and the rope to hang it or me if it didn’t come to fruition.  I remember a decision to buy plastic rope for durability.  The sign was to be a big one – about 25′ by 4′.
After that it was just a matter of finding the time to work on it.  The canvas was spread onto the basement floor, measurements were taken for the size and placements of the letters and figures, pencil lines were drawn and, over the course of several weeks, the message was painted.
Never before nor since have I been so patient with a project of this type.  I followed the old adage, “measure once, cut twice, measure twice, cut once”, which kept running through my head substituting the word “paint” for “cut”.  I remember the tension from the worry about a mistake that would have ruined the canvas and probably the project.
The last step was to sew ropes into a hem on the top and bottom of the sign.  Mom taught me to use her sewing machine which also was not used by me “before nor since”.
Hanging the sign on the house carried challenges of its own.  The idea was to spread the sign across the front of our second floor and tie the ends of the rope to hardware on the side windows.  The sign was heavy and neither Mom or me were ladder friendly. 
It took several tries and in the end, one of us would  lean out one front window holding one end of the sign and throw the end of the rope around the corner so that the other of us could catch it and tie it to the side window.  Adjustments where then made by hanging out of one window or another with a broom handle.  Our proficiency with this barbaric approach improved over the years.
The family and the neighborhood loved the sign during the several years until we moved in 1974.  The sign was then preserved in a simple plastic bag – and more or less forgotten.  We never again had a house, grounds or neighborhood that seemed appropriate for the sign ……until:
One day our Son (who, when the sign was created would have been 5) asked about the sign saying he was thinking about displaying it.  To the amazement of all, the sign remained in excellent condition notwithstanding its burial for all these years, deep in a mountain of stored items.  The sign is now displayed at his home and thereby proves that intelligence increases through the generations.  Our Son’s home also has a second floor with windows.  But, the sign hangs magnificently, 6 feet from the ground, between two trees in the front yard.
my house

TBT: My House

This is the guest room of my house in Charlotte, NC. It doesn’t look like this anymore. It’s been rented for 9 years and it will be sold in the next couple weeks.

my house

Some thought this decor was way over the top. My best friend even called it “the scary room”. I adored this room of French Toile.

I am still very proud of myself for buying this house all on my own in 2001. I only lived in it for 5 years, but will always have such fond memories. The best of those memories are definitely the PARTIES! And as scary as that room may have been, my best friend didn’t hesitate to sleep in there when she couldn’t make it home!

This house, even after it changes hands, will remain on my list of life’s big accomplishments. It will forever be a source of pride.

Twenty-twenty six. Thanks for the good times. Glad to have known ya.

my house


Make Someone Smile

Even though it was a little late, I was able to make someone smile this week. Twice.

My little neighbor and friend had a birthday a few weeks ago. She loves Paris and purple; a girl after my own heart. After many months of talking about making this for her, I finally did it! She loves it. I hope it looks nice hanging on her (purple) wall. Her mom is also my friend and fellow blogger at Mommy Has to Work.

make someone smile

Another friend had a housewarming party back in November. My intention was to gift her with a wreath for her new front door. My daughter changed that plan by getting strep throat. I was able to deliver this wreath to her on Tuesday. Maybe their new house has become a bit more homely.

Apparently, moving in was relatively stress-free for them as they hired a brilliant company of Boise movers to take care of transporting all of their belongings to their new property. When moving house it is fundamental that you use a moving company that you can trust, and my friend is confident that she made the right decision for her family.

There is nothing quite like moving house is there? Buying a new house is incredibly exciting, but it can be a very expensive time. There are not many people out there who can afford to buy a home outright though and so quite often people use a home loan to secure their new property.

Ultimately, if you are considering taking out any kind of loan, it is crucial that you do as much research as possible to determine that this is the right decision for you.

make someone smile

Motherhood has made me “one of those people”: almost always late. Regardless, I try very hard to deliver what is promised, even if it is on mommy time.