Watch Out for Sleestaks

Watch Out for Sleestaks

 

Front Entry Farm

This is a total decorating explanation post.

You know.  The one where I have an amazing decorating idea that I came up with and I have to share it and have coffee with you just in case you have a similar challenge in your own space.

Let’s start with a little background and the floor plan.

I remember the first day I walked into the house.  After I shook its hand and told it hello, I mapped out the spaces.  The entry was a small room with a dining room on the right and a small door that led to the living room on the left.  If you walked through the main entry, you would enter into a hallway with a door that led into the room on the right with the kitchen on the left.

Confused?

Oh good, me, too.

In a decorating nut shell, there were four rooms in a square with an entry and a hallway in the center and a whole lot of doors.Continue reading


Sometimes You Just Can’t Help It

Sometimes You Just Can’t Help It

 
farmhouse bedroom

I’ve developed this really random habit lately.  I’m not even sure where it came from, but it happens everywhere.

In the middle of aisle seven at Wal-Mart.

Mid-conversation at the baseball field.

During phone discussions and cheerleader practice and at the park and in the dining room and at Cracker Barrel.

Anywhere and everywhere.

I’m bamming.

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Painted Furniture Project and Are You Smarter Than a Seventh Grader?

Painted Furniture Project and Are You Smarter Than a Seventh Grader?

HomeRight Thrift Store Project

I decided yesterday that I’m officially not smarter than a seventh grader.

Have you seen their math?

I was barely hanging on when we when through long division with decimals.  And my eyes started crossing when they said the word fraction.

But now?

Did you know that sometimes 2x x 4x can equal 8x?

But not always.  They were trying to explain to me that sometimes it can equal z.

Or maybe another random letter of the alphabet.Continue reading


Before and After Front Entry

Before and After Front Entry

 
Front Entry Ivy

You may have noticed that the front entry has stripes now and there’s a wooden deer head on the wall and a new chair and a rusty, chunky, pallet word that says “FARM”….

….but can we discuss summer footwear for a moment?

I have to interrupt this regularly scheduled before and after to ask a very important question.

Have you seen the sandal selection this summer?

Enquiring minds want to know.Continue reading


Painted Striped Dresser

Painted Striped Dresser

 

how to paint a striped dresser

I was thrift store shopping before thrift store shopping was cool.

That sounds just like a song. :)

And my favorite part about the whole thrift store shopping this…..

….is the thrill of the hunt.

There’s nothing like it.

When you are a thrift store shopper…..hope always springs eternal.

Truly.

You sift through random tea cups and old clocks and swag curtains from 1970 and blue ducks wearing straw hats…..

….and you almost give up hope.

Almost.

Until suddenly….the skies part and the sunshine pours in and as twenty-seven angels sing the Hallelujah Chorus…..and you find it.

You….know….IT.

An IT like this small dresser I recently found for only $2.50.  It was dark brown and dingy with extra dings and dents and spider webs thrown in free of charge.

And here’s how I transformed it into a striped dresser with a little paint and FrogTape®. Continue reading


Notes On a Back Porch

Notes On a Back Porch

screed n back porch

 

In my e-mail I have 31 folders.

Some of them are fancy with fancy names.

Like “Recipes I Hope One Day I Have the Courage to Make” and “Promotional Ideas I Should Have Thought Of” and “Stories I Want to Tell Someday.”

Folders so fancy that I want to add $5 dollar words to the titles like “plethora” and “myriad” and “amalgamation.”

 

topiary

 

Some are reminder folders.Continue reading


I Wish I Were Here

I wish I were here.

I wish I were sitting here with my twin girls and a cup of hot chocolate.

If I were sitting here I might be inspired.

Inspired to read “A Christmas Carol” or make gingerbread cookies (which, if you know me, would be a great inspiration indeed).

Inspired to wrap packages with ribbons and bows.

Inspired to learn to play the guitar and start with “Jingle Bells.”

As I read blogs yesterday….all over blogland people were sitting by the fire and knitting and showing pictures of beautifully wrapped packages.  There were pictures of delicious treats and tables that were ready for guests.  It seemed like all of my fellow blog friends were calmly sitting down to a cup of tea.

Ready and waiting for Christmas to arrive.

Not me.

Not here.

You see, I’m so far behind and I’m worried I’m not going to catch up.

My list is too long and the time is too short.

But I’m going to try.

Even though, in my heart I’m wishing I was just sitting here.

Waiting for Christmas.

PS  I just added a facebook page if you want to follow along.  It’s listed as Thistlewood Farm.