I want to live here!
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Constance Classic Caravan Interior
OK this is freaky! My love for Airstreams meets my love for my spiritual home of Snailwell, England. This photo is thanks to snailtrail.co.uk. May I have one please?
Vintage Cabin's Kitchen
You just can't beat checked floor. This reminds me of the one I talked Jim into painting onto our laundry room floor in England. That one was on point though. I wonder if the kitchen in the new house would like to sport a new look?
I thought the other corner was fab!
If there is one thing I like more than fake people, it is letters of any kind or shape (the curse of being a graphic design major/dropout-- unfinished business) but especially in red. I think I may be becoming a stalker!
The Vintage Cabin strikes again!
I am about to become obsessed with The Vintage cabin! I am so happy I am not the only person who likes and names inanimate people/ I love how her guy Henri in the corner looks like my old Ken doll with a new head! I think my Grandma Wilma had those chairs in her living room when I was a kid. I can just see the kidney shaped side table holding a smoking cigarette and cocktail next to them! Remeber kids--don't smoke (although my grandma Wilma is alive and kicking in her 90's now) it WILL kill you!
Color Chaos
This living room is thanks to The Vintage Cabin on Flickr. I LOVE the use of color here and anyone who knows me knows I never met a matchstick blind I didn't like. Even as a little girl I would fantasize about an apartment with wooden floors Turkish Carpets (although I didn't know that's what they were at the time-I just wanted them) and orange crate furniture. I think if this were my house I would have gone overboard and clashed the wall with a purple or orange sofa. Yikes!
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Yoga Teacher's Dream Chair!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Etsy Picks of the Week
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Words
Words are the same way. As soon as they leave our mouths they become a sound rather than a thought. We no longer have the intent to strike. We have stricken. The words may heal or encourage or inform or they may hurt and slander and villify. The older I get the more I appreciate the art of listening rather than talking. Of being the metal rather than the hammer and of deciding what I want to do with the words that are impressed upon me in life. I can look at them as imperfect and crooked or misspelled. Or I can choose to perceive them as quirky and one-of-a-kind explanations of someone else's outlook on life. I can take them any way I want to no matter what the intent behind them was. I can convert bad into good and good into bad. I am an alchemist of words. Really, when it comes down to it, I am the one who has to live with the words that leave me and the words that enter me and the only words I can choose to process any way I want are the ones that come in. And I welcome them all.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Trunk Show
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Kitchen looking into butler's pantry
Yes. I thought it was the trunk show that slowed down my blogging pace. More photos from that later. However, It is the fact that we are moving and I am having to sell my house that really has thrown me for a loop! I have been getting it ready to stick that sign in the yard, which we did today. Now I have got to get back to Libby's World and fill my unfilled orders. Thank goodness for patient customers! Thanks to everyone for putting up with the craziness!
Saturday, September 5, 2009
I love these guys!

Thursday, September 3, 2009
The chicken or the egg?

Monday, August 31, 2009
Too scared to scoot!
I loved having a scooter in college and often yearn for the zippy freedom and low gas mileage that those days held. However after stopping to assist in a scooter vs. road accident yesterday I think I may put the scooter fantasy on the back burner.
Driving down the street in my not so zippy red van I happened upon an man and his scooter sprawled out in the middle of the road. While another car had already stopped they didn't have a cell phone and seemed to be in a state of panic. I donned my super hero cape--jumped out of the car--called 911 and held the man's hand until help arrived.
I realized my dreams of a red vespa instead of a red van were one blown front tire away from it being me sprawled out on the concrete. I think I will re-think the scooter thing. I might be wimpy but I will be intact!
Saturday, August 29, 2009
I Love Jeff Lewis
upstairs, downstairs
let there be light
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Friday, August 28, 2009
Back from hiatus
Elizabeth and I are gearing up for our mid-September trunk show. I feel as if I am playing catch up for a summer spent outside. I am trying to bring all of the ideas that have thundered through my brain in the past couple of months to fruition. This has been made a little easier as I have moved the sewing sweat shop upstairs to Maggie's bedroom now that she is away at school. She however doesn't know this yet so I will have to let you know how that goes. I am headed up there now to finish a couple of aprons and bring a monster to life. That is right after I take the dog for a walk! Summer isn't quite over yet!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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