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Living Graciously, Artfully, Frugally.

Consciously taking notice of the gifts each day places in our path.

“I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new.” R. W. Emerson

Saturday, April 30, 2011

Checking In, Hope You Are Well and Safe and Dry


Just checking in. Have been gone for a while. I hope you had a beautiful Easter and haven't been too affected by the insane weather lately. Rain rain go away, at least for a bit, please. 
It has been busy around here. My job will be winding up in a week or two as will my physical therapy. Then maybe I can get back to creating and blogging more often. 


I did get to take an all too short weekend in mid April to reconnect with my oh so talented friend Sandy. I left work on a Friday and met Sandy in Columbus for Artiscape. It was freaking fabulous! The teachers were absolutely great and we learned so much. I even made a connection for my daughter in the field of art she is considering as a career.


We spent so much time creating and learning and laughing that I didn't take many pictures. (I was still hobbling around on crutches which is not conducive to pulling out the camera at every photo op.) I will share some pictures of what I made and the wonderful gifts Sandy made for me in a later post. This was my birthday gift from my family and it was too die for. I will never miss another one. Sandy and I are already planning for next year. If you haven't been, or even haven't heard of Artiscape, it is truly worth your interest. 

Columbus is a beautiful city to visit just for the architecture, shopping, art and restaurants. Sandy and I had the best time and the weekend was way too short. It just flew by. We are talking about meeting up for the Springfield Antique Extravaganza in May. If you are going to be there let us know. We would love to hang out.
Sandy girl, I miss you already and can't wait to see you in May.
Leave a comment if you are setting up or going to shop.
Hope to see you all too!


"Art is the only way to run away without leaving home."
Twyla Tharp

Yours in sunny days, P.
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Saturday, April 9, 2011

Careless Whispers, Guilty Pleasures

Did I get you with that title? Here's the thing, I feel guilty for ignoring Blogland and being wrapped up in the minutiae of life in general. 
Mostly to do with work and my %&$) ankle. 
No more cast, but I need the stinking crutches more than ever.
ARGH!
Sweet hubby tried to warn me, but I somehow thought, in my PollyAnna brain, that the cast would come off and away I would fly.
(By the way these photos have nothing whatsoever to do with this post. They are just some garden shots from last year. Gotta have pretty pictures.)

What does this have to do with guilty pleasures you may wonder?
Train of twisted thought, foot pain = no dancing = should be blogging=what to blog about= no dancing again=constant music tracks in my brain=most embarrassing song you love to sing out loud in the car with the speakers blaring=dancing again...

Are you lost yet?
Do tell, what is your favorite song that you are embarrassed to admit to?
The most melodramatic, corny, over the top one you can't help but belt out every time you hear it.
The playlist in my head is a long one but number one with a bullet is...drum roll please..
Careless Whispers by George Michael.
The fact that it builds to a crescendo fit for any any drama queen really caps it!
There, you heard it, my guilty secret.
Anyone for sharing?
Really?
Please?
BTW, at the risk of her wrath, my daughter sings along with me...in the car...windows up...no one looking...OK now I've spilled my guts and exposed my daughter's secret as well.
You gotta spill yours too!

"Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music."
Angela Monet

Yours in guilty pleasure, P.
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Saturday, April 2, 2011

It's My Dollhouse and I Can Do What I Want!

Back to the beginning.
Have you ever felt that you have lost your way?
Maybe the word is mojo...magic...whatever you had been passionate about.
I have had lots of time to ponder life lately, what with putting the leg up when I get home from work, and falling asleep before 9 only to rise at the crack of 4:30 am.
Images and blogs and design inspiration are all sources of pleasure.
However, lately I have been too influenced by the latest trend, color, admittedly fabulous look.
In someone else's home.
Not me, not what belongs here, at home, with my family.
I have fretted over trends and latest looks and Pottery Barn and Horchow and Renovation Hardware and Anthro...you get it, right?
All looks I drool over, but...
What makes my heart sing everyday?
I need to get that joy in doing what is right personally, for me, my family, our home.
Why base this home's decorating on all that is trendy or staged or sellable in the future?
We may stay, we may go, but let's enjoy our home while we live there.
So, pink in the dining room and mint green in the entry and I am pondering lilac in the stairway.
If there is a trend I truly covet I will steal, er embrace it completely
If not, I will give it a pass.
If I decide pastel candy colors are right for Frippery Farmhouse so be it.
Without a thought to being "out" or not the latest look, or heaven forbid, not sellable!
When and if we decide to move on, sellable is just a few gallons of paint away.
No more worries.

Another aspect of my home that always made be feel a little tingle was a bit of hand painting strategically placed. Some fruit, a flower, a leafy vine or two.
In fear of offending the trendsetters that be, I had painted over all of my hand work.
Being a decorative painter I have had every faux finish I desired in the farmhouse. I am over that.
Still, I have the urge to grab a paintbrush and doodle away on the newly painted walls. 
It's only paint, what's the big dealio, right?
At the risk of making a design diva or two shudder, you may just be seeing a few touches of oh so last decade or two details making a repeat appearance on these candy colored walls.
It's what makes me happy.

"Hard times arouse an instinctive desire for authenticity."
Coco Chanel

Yours in keeping it real, P.

P.S. Next week I see the "orthoped", cross your fingers for no more cast or crutches. They make it hard to get on with my evil plan of bringing back the 80's... bwahhahaha!

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