Friday, November 21, 2014

Give Thanks....

I LOVE the Thanksgiving holiday.
The only thing I have to shop for is food.
Cooking, and baking for my family brings such joy to my heart.
Having all the kids, and grandkids around the table enjoying themselves makes my heart sing.
I thank God for such a wonderful family.

Instead of waking up to a snow storm, this morning I opened my eyes to sunshine and blue skies.
The light came bursting through the windows from all directions.
It was glorious!
By the way....the thing on the floor that looks like a "gift" from one of the dogs....I am "thankful" was just one of their chew toys...wink*

Winter has come early this year. So many have experienced horrific amounts of snow already. The weather has been causing havoc all over the world these past few years.
I pray for safety, and travel mercies for those traveling in the difficult conditions that seem to plague us in all areas.

 I am thankful that I can hear....because when I walk into one of my daughter's homes, I always hear the sound of little feet running toward me, and the voice of a child yelling "gramma!" 
It warms my heart when they have their little arms open wide, and they jump up into mine...hugging me tight around my neck, and giving me a kiss to let me know how much they love, and missed me.

I am thankful for "time" to spend with those that I love, and care about.
Life is short.
Don't waste it worrying about situations that you cannot change.
Pray for those that reject you....but stop leaving behind the ones that care, trying to win over the ones that don't.
You lose what God has for you, by hanging on to what satan reminds you of.
Enjoy life.
Stop dreading your days.
One day you will look back and wish you had all those days to live over again....but once they are's too late.
There are people asking for one more day, moment, breath....
Let's be thankful for what we matter how big, or how small...
Live day by day....moment by moment...just breathe.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Realizing why we keep what we keep.

When I did the last post about the things we keep, I started thinking about why I keep certain bits, and bobs around.
We used to live in a farmhouse built in 1848.
I would lay in bed, and wonder about the people that lived in the house years before us.
Did the moms tuck their babes into bed under handmade quilts, and read them stories just like I did every night?

Did they have horses to ride?  Or need them to pull their wagons?
Did they love the slamming of the screen door in summer like I did?
The oak bead board, wood floors, and pocket doors?

How many hands turned the handles on the doors to gain entry to the home over the years?
How many children ran up, and down the stairs, and over the floors through the years?

I miss our little farm where my girls grew up.
I miss the horses standing in their stalls as we brushed them. The smell of the sweet grain, and  fresh cut hay.
I miss hearing the girls laughing as they snuggled up in the hay with a new litter of kittens.

I realize where my love of old, and vintage things came from.
The days from my girl's childhood.
When we lived in our farmhouse.
When I decorated to keep with the style of the house.
The happy times for me.
I love what's present, and what's ahead. I will enjoy the old door knobs, and doors, chandeliers, quilts, furniture, bead board, etc. as I continue on with the chapters of my life.
I thank God for the many warm, happy memories I have.
I love having treasures around to remind me of the times in life that brought joy to my heart.

Sunday, November 9, 2014

The things we keep.

Isn't it funny what we keep?
If you look around your house, do you see some things that you absolutely love?
Yet, someone else might think a particular piece might be just a piece of junk?
What they see as junk, we see as junque'.

 I save objects found on special trips.
I think shells are gorgeous!
Whenever we take a trip to the ocean, I look for seashells.
They are scattered about the house, and always remind me of the wonderful sandy beaches, and sunsets we enjoy so much while spending time in Florida.

Drying flowers to use in sachets is a must.
Filling the house with the scents of lavender, and rose warms my heart.
Using sweet annie, or just hanging a bunch to experience it's scent is so enjoyable for me.

Saving tags from items that have been sent to me is another thing I do.
Sounds goofy, I know...but if someone is going to take the time to print up special tags, and write a sweet note, and tuck it inside a package just for me, then I'm going to save that note to remind me of that dear person.
I see a pattern here....I think it's called hoarding.

I like old door knobs.
Silly thing, yes...but think of all those hands that turned those knobs.
What kind of house did it come from?
Was it from a child's room?
An old farmhouse?
What kind of history does it hold?

Vintage dishes are so pretty.
People walk by them as they sit on shelves in second hand stores...not getting a second glance.
Just think of the person that so lovingly painted the designs on these pieces of art.
I marvel at the care that went into such lovely items.
Each time I pass them on my shelves, I have to smile at their pretty faces.

My Grandma had teas.
She didn't use bags. She steeped the tea.
I did the same.
I had teas for ladies in my home, just like my Grandma did.
We still use this old piece.

How many sunrises, and sunsets did these roses witness?
Keeping them through the long winter months gives me hope for spring.
They add a rustic beauty in decorating. Plus when used in dried floral arrangements, you get a touch of romance.

Think of all the clothes these buttons graced over the years.
How many busy hands threaded needles, and attached one of these to a shirt, or dress, or skirt?
Where did they all come from?
I have many more resting in dishes, and pitchers, waiting to be sewn to sachets, and other pretty items here at Lakehouse.
They look cute enough just resting in dishes in the old farm cupboard...don't you think?
Whatever our reasons for keeping the things we long as it doesn't become an obsession, and it doesn't become more important than God, and's okay.
Filling our homes with the things we love, is a part of who we are.
I might be a little quirky...who likes old door knobs???? whatever you like, and it brings you joy...I'm happy for you...
**Hopefully we won't be seeing you on "Hoarders" next season.

Friday, November 7, 2014

Take time to react.

I don't know about you, but I used to react to situations on impulse.
If someone said something to hurt me, I instantly went on the defensive, and acted out.
It took years to understand that taking time to think things through was a better way.

I understand that people say things out of anger, and hurt feelings.
They feel the need to lash out.
The louder they yell, the better they feel.

Especially if they can do it in front of others.
They make a direct hit!
It helps relieve their own pain.

The world tells me to be ruthless, and quick to react in return.
If I'm called the name, then play the game, right?

*I ask for your forgiveness for making you so angry with me that you felt like you needed to say what you did, the way you did it.
I ask God to help me slow down when reacting to you so that I may treat you with compassion, love, and truth.

For the Lord is compassionate, gracious, and slow to anger. He is abundant in faithful love, and truth. Psalm 86:15.

By not making judgments, but slowly and deliberately acting with tenderness, and self-control, we will bring honor to God.
We will build the people up around us, and keep conflict from building.

I don't see that as being self-righteous.
I see that as trying to be proactive, and doing God's will.

For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God. Rom.3:23.
I'm sorry for your loss, dear one.  The Lord look with favor on you and give you peace. Numbers 6:26.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

One of those lazy days.

This post is total randomness.
Is that even a word?!
It's one of those cloudy, misty days today.
The kind of day that you could get so much done inside the house.
But...instead, you will lay around in your pajamas looking at decor magazines, eating stuff you know you shouldn't. Thinking about that cake sitting on the butcher block. You keep going back to it, slicing off a teeny, tiny piece. After you've done that about ten times, you realize you've eaten over half the cake!!!

You go into the bathroom, and take a look in the mirror.
You know you should tweeze those eyebrows. Then you remember that "large" brows are "in" right now....but these Groucho Marx things you have going on might not be quite what they are talking about...sheesh!
So you get out the tweezers, and while you are at it..out comes the lip wax.
As you are tearing off the first two layers of skin, you notice the facial hair has started spreading to your chin!!!  What the??????
More wax please!!
What about all these long hairs that seem to be growing in the random spots on your face???? How long have they been there???!!! How long,  how did they get that long, and no one told me??!!
MORE wax, and where are those stupid tweezers!!!!

Wow, look at all those gray hairs, and all those split ends.
I need a trim...but don't feel like waiting for a hair appointment. where did I put those scissors?
Crap...I cut this side a little too short. Better even that up. A little off the top.
What the????????? Oh no...maybe if I wash my hair, and blow it dry, it will be okay.

As the water hits your face, you notice a stinging from the wax job you did on yourself earlier.
No problem. A little Oil of Olay will soothe what ails you.

Even though you didn't plan on showering today, it does feel good.
Clean sweats, and another sliver of cake, and you're a new woman.
Until you take a look in the mirror again.

The waxing has left what looks to be third degree burns on your upper lip, and on your chin.
You now have a red FuManchu, and goats beard.
There are red spots from the tweezers pinching you randomly all over your face, too.
No amount of Oil of Olay is going to cover that up!

You remove the turban from your head, and your new do looks something like Annie Lennox from the 1980's.

You walk into the kitchen, grab a fork, and finish off the rest of the cake, then go plop yourself down on the sofa.
Right about then, Hubby walks in from work. He takes one look at you(knows he should keep his big mouth shut, but instead) and says..."so, what did you do today?"
AND you say...."Oh, nothin'."

Saturday, October 25, 2014

The blogging neighborhood.

Okay...I had posted something earlier, but a sweet blogging friend of mine gave me some good advice.
I am, therefore, rewriting this post.
My middle daughter, Erin, loved Mr. Rogers.
As soon as she heard...It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood.
It's a beautiful day in the beauty wood,
won't you be mine, won't you be mine,
won't you be my neighbor....she would run into the living room, and jump on the sofa to watch her favorite show.
As weird as I might have thought this tall, thin man in the sweater that I'm older, I realize he was spot on with his ideals.

Our world is full of different people.
Each one with different talents to share.
Some might see a pile of beads, and get an idea to craft something like a rosary out of it....each person's perception of what that rosary should look like will be different.
Small glass beads, large wooden beads, medium pearl beads.
The cross might have an image of Christ, or it may not.
It all depends on the artists perception of what the finished piece should look like.

We are all individuals.
Sometimes we see something on Pinterest, or on a blog, or facebook, or even etsy that we like.
If we are talented enough, we may try to reproduce what we see. Usually we add something to the object to make it our own. We tweek the add something of ourselves to it.

That's all a part of blogging, and pinterest. The aspect of sharing ideas.
As long as you stay true to yourself, and don't become so engrossed with what someone else has that you totally immerse yourself in what they have, and what they are about.

There are the original pieces that you cannot copy.
Someones true style.
You can always spot a piece that a certain artist has done.
Instead of trying to reproduce their piece, you would rather have the original.
That sets them apart.
It makes them unique.

I am blessed by the people I've met here.
So many talented, original, people in this neighborhood.
A diversity of people.
Recently I've had the pleasure to meet (through blogging) ladies like Vera, and Kerrie. Two gifted gals that I love to visit.
Kris is another lady that has been a real friend that I can relate to in this neighborhood called blogging.  She is filled with good advice when you need an honest opinion.
Susie, and Tete, and of course, Diana (she's a little unstable, but always good for a laugh).
Everyone has something to contribute here. We are all individuals that need each other....for fellowship, support, ideas, sharing, and sometimes a slap upside the head.  There is no one person that is above another. We are equals. Lets encourage each other in this place, this neighborhood called blogging. xoxo

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Shopping with a blog friend, and re-arranging things.

Yesterday was pouring rain.
Not a very good day for shopping.
I had made plans with Debbie, from Green Willow Pond, to meet for a day of shopping, and lunch.
We both made the trip to Gaylord anyway, and enjoyed each others company, in spite of the weather.
We spent some time at TJMAXX, and Hobby Lobby.

We found a few items at both stores.
The above shelf was found at Hobby Lobby.
The soaps below I picked up at TJMAXX.
After lunch, we went to a few thrift stores, and each found some treasures to bring home.

I had a good day, with a special friend that blesses me each time we matter what the weather.

I moved some furniture around upstairs last weekend.
Our guest room is very small, but I wanted to turn it into a cozy retreat of my own for the long winter months.
A place for me to spend time reading, praying, meditating, writing, or even napping if I so desire on a cold winter's day.
The sun room is my sanctuary in the warm months.
Since we have to close it up during the cold season of winter, I decided to dress up the upstairs guest room.

Moving the little stove into this room will help keep me warm while I spend time in here.

I decorated, and filled the room with my favorite things.
It may look crowded...but it feels very warm, and cozy.

I have a feeling my granddaughters will love this room as much as I do.
I know where they will be sleeping when they come up to stay.
Everyone needs a place to go where they can just kick back, and relax....and feel good.