I couldn't resist this latest sign I found at Camas Antiques for the frat house. With four boys sharing a bathroom, this was a definite gotta-have for above the toilet, don'tcha think?
I think it's one of her best works, myself. Love the colors and the prints. Love the precision straight pieces of fabric, and the incredible workmanship. You can see all the love that went into this project.
(Did I mention that she let me hand pick the fabrics for her?)
Yep, I did.
(I do not have the patience to sew anything, not even a hem, but I have an eye for color, and prints, and patterns.
I chose to go with the colors that were in the newest little man's nursery. Shades of whites, grays, and a pop of mustard.
The sewing queen came up with the fantastic idea of the monogram "K".
And, she brought it to life.
Like I said...Lovin' it.
They don't call her the Sewing Queen for nothin'.
By that I mean that you can make anything special by simply taking a few moments to add a homemade tag with a foofy-la-roo ribbon.
Case in point: A while back one of my work friends posted on Facebook that she wished she had a backscratcher, and I just happened to see her post.
I also just happened to have a backscratcher, among my stash of thrifted wooden back massager thing-a-ma-jigs, just lying there never being used....so I made a cute little tag and tied it with a bow. (It reads,"If it itches, scratch it, Gail Jean"...) It took me all of four minutes.
The next morning at work I set it on her desk before she arrived.
(Pretty sure I made her smile.)
Next time you think of giving something ordinary to a friend (baby clothes your little guy has outgrown, homemade cookies, a DVD you're done enjoying...whatever.) think about adding a ribbon and a homemade tag, with a quote, the word thanks, or enjoy, or their name. It will look like a million bucks and the recipient will feel extra special.
Here are some pictures of the latest transformation my little booth case at Camas Antiques has made.
My grown up girl job over the past few weeks taken on a whole new level of busy. While I truly love what I do for a living, keeping up (or at least me doing something that remotely resembles me trying to keep up) is stressful in a way that is a world away from my comfort zone.
Doing things with family and frineds after work and on weekends helps bring me back to center, and puts things a bit more in perspective, as to where my priorities lie. I try to be fully present in the moment, and not think on the pile of duties mounting each moment I am not at work.
I realized this past weekend that my booth space at Camas Antiques is a wonderful respite from that stress as well. Saturday my guy took me to one of my favorite Goodwills (if there is such a thing...sometimes the prices send me into a slow burn, as I shared a long, long time ago....)
Anyway, the Goodwill in the sleepy town of McMinville, Oregon is one of my most favorite to hit. I came out of there last Saturday with three bags, heaping full. (We were in my VW Bug, and so bigs were not an option!)
A pair of 3-6 month Tommy Hilfiger overalls for grand #7, a Melissa and Doug tambourine for the boys at the frat house to add to their musical instrument collection, and just as nice, lots of little treasures for my booth.
I'll price them today, and run down to re-fluff things again, since last Friday was First Friday, and things are likely to be a bit tumbled around.
Just working on my booth space, being creative...is really a great escape for me. I find my sweet spot and things that were in the back of my mind tugging at me to worry, melt away. I get rejuvenated and my mind floods with new ideas and I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
I saw this sign last Saturday when my Rocker Buddy and I were at the old car parts shop getting some much needed items for my old truck, and I knew I had to get it.
With my daughter's fourth baby boy arriving just three weeks ago, clearly the upstairs bathroom was screaming for this sign.
Am I right?
If not on the door, then at least inside the bathroom, between the mirrors, or above the toilet.
Isn't it funny how the teeniest, tiniest thing can completely make your day?
Like a silly smile.
Or a dogs-eating-an-ice-cream-cone video on YouTube or facebook.
Or a handul of kind words.
I've always said I could live for a week off of one good compliment, and I got one this past Tuesday.
You see, I got a new comment on a blog post that was about five years old. When I saw it in my email alerts, (I get those whenever I get a blog comment) I assumed it was one of those annoying Spammers that put all that jibberish or nasty stuff online, so I opened it up right away. (Even if no one is reading my old posts and comments from five years ago, I don't want that garbage on there.)
Anyway, it wasn't a Spammer. It was a very nice, incredibly touching comment from a guy named Ken.
You see, Ken is a fairly new Toastmaster in a town or city somewhere out there, and he was researching for his first big speech, which, in Toastmaster Clubs, is called, "The Icebreaker" speech.
Well, when Ken googled whatever he googled, he ended up on my old blogpost, and he read it. He felt compelled to comment, and well..that little comment was so kind, and sweet, and so what I was needing to hear at that very moment, that I found myself all teary-eyed right there at my work desk.(It's been an extra tough week at work, what can I say?)
Here is what my new cyber-friend Ken said:
Kind, and sweet, and fabulous, right?
Knowing that someone really identifies with me, or feels "drawn in" by what I write...it's like...wow.
While I am basking in the glow of Ken's flattering comment, I realize that it takes only a moment to make someones day..or week.
To give a heartfelt compliment, to leave a post-it note on someone's computer screen at work, or a scribbled sharpie marker message on the bathroom mirror (that's one of my favorite do-it-when-he's-not-expecting-it things, and I like to use song lyrics...) or shoot a quick atta-girl email to a friend, or any other random act of kindness, takes only a moment, and yet, it can be the absolute highlight of their week.
Thanks Ken, for giving me that lovely present of your kind words, and even more, for inspiring me to make it a point to brighten somebody's day, every day.
My daughter's DIY project made it into a regional lifestyle magazine, and even landed her on the cover!(and her family, before bouncing baby boy number 4 arrived a couple of weeks ago!)
She and her hubbs team up to do some pretty aah-mazing handiwork around their home, and as gift items (I've been the recipient of a couple fabulous wood items I will be sharing soon...)
In her article she walks you through how to add wood to the wall for a fantastic vintage feel. It's hard to tell in my photos of her spread, but if you pop over to her blog, you can see that it looks adorable in the new nursery.
Great job, Heather Feather!
We had the luxury of a Sunday with no plans, and added to that, we are having another cold snap of weather. I know, it's not "cold" to many of you, but waking up to low 30's here on a weekend is cause for a roaring fire and old school cocoa with giant marshmallows.
To me anyway.
We also had a cinamon rolls with orange zest frosting, a breakfast treat that we haven't had in more than a year. Mmmm mmm mmmmm.
So yummy. Comfort food,(even if it was a gajillion calories) a big ol' fire, and good company, as we sat all snug-as-a-bug-in-a-rug under my favorite blanket throw, with no clock watching to get moving to go anywhere.
If you read my blog regualrly you know that little mister seven just arrived, and we are all waiting on little number eight to arrive at any moment now. (we don't know if it's a little he, or a little she yet!)
What you might not realize, however, is that all eight of my sweet lil' grands have a cousin within a few months of their age.
It makes for perfect playmates when they get together.
One and two are about four weeks apart, and three and four are just a hair over four months apart. Numbers five and six are only two months apart, and the newest little babes will be about a month apart (just like numbers one and two!)
One day last week the two toddlers got to play at Little Cups and Grownups while the older boys were in preschool, and I got a few pictures of them.
How fun is this, to have a little cousin, just your age, to stack cups with...
...and check out the little kitchen with...
...and to spot you on the slide?
Life just doesn't any get better than this.
A splash of Robin's egg blue here and there, a vintage ice cream maker and other ice cream themed items, and some vintage creates...
I've got lots more to add as things thin out, and slowly but surely, everything new is arriving with my new tags...
Remember the dream truck we got nearly a year ago, last spring?
A thing of beauty, it was.
Such a fabulous shade of vintage sage green.
It was perfect in every way, all original.
Which sadly, turned out to be a bit of a challenge.
The old school brakes and lack of power steering made for more than a few hair-raising moments on the road.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy gave me one driving lesson, and well, let's just say that there was a lot of dashboard grabbng, and hollering, and tears were shed.
(And that was just Ralph.)
We won't even go into how upset I was.
So, being as driving the truck turned out to be less than ideal (and completely out of my comfort zone.) we came to the conclusion that what I needed was an old classic truck that had been updated.
Modified with power steering.
And disc brakes.
And so, we sold the wonderful sage green truck (and doubled our money, thankyouverymuch.) and I began searching dilegently online for it's replacement.
Finally, after months of searching online, and a few trips around town to look at potential contenders, I found one on craigslist.
After emailing with the owner, and having him send oodles of additional photos of the truck, I decided this just might be the one. We called and spoke with the owner, and at this point I learned a valuable lesson.
The lesson is this: Pay close attention to the location of the item your inquiring about. (unless you like road trips.)
As we reached an agreement on the time we would meet, and at this point the guy asked where we would be coming from.
"Camas," I said.
"Where's that?", he replied.
(Suddenly it occurred to me that I was just assuming the truck was in our area, because it was listed on the Portland craigslsist.)
It turned out that the perfect truck of my dreams was about three hours away, just a few miles from Seattle.
Fortunately, Ralph and I do like road trips. (and it didn't hurt that Ralph has family up in that area.)
We loaded up, and off we went.
We met the guy and the truck in a bank parking lot and inspected the Seahawk blue classic 1952 Chevy Pickup over, inside and out. It looked like a million bucks, (Complete with that adorable sun visor across the top!)and had all the modern day features I was after.
It was even prettier in person than the photos boasted.
It had been well worth the months of online searching, and the long drive.
I fell in love right there in that bank parking lot all over again. This truck is here to stay.
We headed outside to play with our bubbles.
What is it about a simple little plastic bottle of bubbles that is so magical? So fun? So....aah-mazing?
Some of us were skilled enough to blow a bubble and then catch it on our wand...
...and insist that Gramma Cupcake take a picture...and then another picture of this incredible feat...please?
......and still another, again.
Some of us were much more interested in kicking and chasing balls than chasing bubbles...
New grand babies, a new structure for my department at work, and last night I decided I was ready to change the look up in my booth case at Camas Antiques.
Starting with my tags. The girls at the register clip off the price tags when people pay, and drop them in a drawer to keep track of what you sell in a month.
A good system for sure, but my cute tags end up coming back to me, instead of going home with the customer, where thay can look up my website.
I remedied that by making two different tags.
A little extra work, but I like the look, all simple, and clean, and easy to read.
It's funny to me how inspired to create I can become when making one simple paper craft project. I am sure it sounds ridiculous, but I am now inspired to paint up my little file box I keep all of my pricing tags and ribbons in.
I was at my eensy weensy booth case tonight after work, all lickety-split-like, feebly attempting to fluff and perk things up. Between the snow storm, the weather that followed it, and the newest grand's arrival, I hadn't been down there in two full weeks.
I know, pitiful.
Shame on me.
I am making new extra cute price tags and such, and this Thursday night it will all be back to glorious.
(Thursday night is "Dealer Night" and it's such fun chatting with the other junkers, and re-inventing my space. Wait till you see my new colorway for this makeover!)
Anyway, when I was down there I snapped a few pictures of the latest small window display.
I love the black paper against the wall as a chalkboard looking backdrop.
(Some people's creativity absolutely amazes me!!)
And I love all of the different shades of creams and whites and everything in between.
I left the shop all fired up and inspired to create.....do you do that? Get all hooped-ti-do'd over eye candy?
I bet you do.
I like celebrating life's landmark moments in little unexpected ways. (I always say life is in the details) While an atta-boy moment in life should be met with hoots and hollers, and big high fives, a fabulous and completely personalized lil' sumthin' sumthin' is like the icing on the cupcake to me.
Such was the moment we got to create last Thursday night.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy's youngest son began working for UPS right after high school. Now, if you know anything about UPS, it's a long road to get to becoming a driver for them. (No UPS driver pun intended)
Open spots for drivers don't come up often, and when they do, there is a rigorous process to be considered for a driver's spot.
My Rocker's boy in Brown had his name on the wait list for months, and finally, one day he got the call that he was waiting for, He was invited to start the process to become a driver. There were classes, and written tests to pass, followed by driving tests. More applicants fell off the list with each test, and he hung in there, until he had successfully completed them all.
Then he waited for route to open up.
Once it did, he began the final step; a probationary period of driving.(..including driving each day through our incredible snow storm here a couple of weeks ago!) Then this past Wednesday, after competing his long day on the road, his boss met with him. He shook his hand and gave him the news. After this week, he would be an official UPS driver.
And the youngest driver in the region, at that.
I coulnd't wait to surprise him with a little something to show him just what a big deal we thought it was, and how proud of him we were. I found the perfect (and hilarious) photo on Pinterest. (I love how you can search anything imaginable and there will be several photos pop up that fit your need! I am so happy to live in this age of technology, as I do not remember how I navigated through life before google and pinterest.)
I printed the picture and cut it out, then glued it on one of my dollar store stash of brown gift bags. (Brown bags and kraft paper are my signature wraps) I added the GO BROWN OR GO HOME tag that I printed as well.(A little more UPS humor there...)
Then, I printed the picture again for the top of a large postcard style card for my Rocker and I to write congratulatory notes to the Boy in Brown.
Unexpected, quick and easy, and oh, so much more fun that a typical gift bag.
And, an extra special way to let him know how proud of him we all are.
He was scheduled for a c-section arrival next Monday, but God had other plans.
Funny how that happens.
I fell asleep early tonight, (for me, anyway) before 9:30, and was awakened by the sudden ringing of my phone at midnight.
My Rock n' Roll Buddy was still awake, as he is battling a cold, but more because Richard Sherman and Malcolm Smith were scheduled to be in Jimmy Kimmel (Oh, how we love our Seahawks!)
Anyway, it was my son-in-law, calling to say that little Mister had decided he was going to make today his birthday, so I scurried over to be with the other three little men while they headed on in to the hospital to welcome their newest baby brother.
Now here I sit, just a bit after one in the morning, wide awake with excitement and anticipation; my heart full of prayers for a safe arrival for this precious baby, and his Mama and Daddy.
Oh! I cannot wait to meet him, and hold him,so fresh from God.
You know, I am all about the little pleasures in life. A batch of homemade cupcakes, a candle light breakfast, a bubble bath.
This year, I am trying (Trying) to take better care of myself. Taking a little extra time each week to be kinder to myself, to pamper myself.
With the harsh, colder than normal winter we are experiencing, I want to try and moisturize my skin each morning and night.
As my good luck would have it, the folks at Suave sent me some of their new Suave Professionals® Moroccan Infusion Body Care body lotion to try out, and when I tried it for the first time...well, it surprised me.
Such a luxurious, luscious, yummy feeling. Decedent really. This new line of premium products from Suave Professionals® are infused with authentic Moroccan argan oil.
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(The non-greasy part is what really sold me.)
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It makes my skin feel like velvet.
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We had the chocolate fountain flowing at our SUperbowl party last weekend, and consequently, we had a few big marshmallows eft over. (They were one of the options to choose from to dip in the chocolate)
With the onset of the big snowstorm here this past weekend, I was in hot cocoa mode. (Who am I kidding? I am always in hot cocoa mode.)
And I remembered those marshmallows.
You see, for about the last decade,give or take a year, I have topped my cocoa with whipped cream, and chocolate sprinkles or drizzled chocolate syrup.
(Very enjoyable and quite a fabulous prsentation if I do say so myself.)
Truth be told, I never think about marshmallows, unless I am making rice crispy treats.
That is, until this weekend, as I said above, when I had the left over marshmallows coupled with snowy weather, and the craving for some really special hot cocoa.
I made my usual hot cocoa, but instead of my usual whipped cream, I went old school. I topped it with some big soft yummy marshmallows.
I was immediately transported back in time to my childhood, when we always had mini marshmallows topping off our cups of hot cocoa. I had forgotten the delightful texture of a semi melted marshmallow, all gooey inside, but still a little firm on the outside.
It was a trip down memory lane that warmed me inside and out.
We are experiencing freakishly unusual weather here in my part of the Pacific Northwest. (I know, it's been freakishly unusual pretty much everywhere this winter.) We are in the middle of a very large snowstorm, and it has been delicious so far, I must say.
The last big snowstorm here was five winters ago. I remember that because my first little grand babe was due and we were all a flutter trying to find a way that they could get to the hospital with the roads being so bad.
Now, here we are, doing it all again, and with grand babe number seven due to arrive here in about a week and a half.
(Eeeek! I can hardly wait to meet him, and hold him, and give him some Gramma Cupcake lovin'.)
As long as I mentioned grands...here is another shot of number 6 out enjoying his first ever snow....
Where was I now?
Oh yes, snow.
Anyway, it's been snowing since Thursday afternoon.
They closed my office at noon Thursday so we could all get home safely. (What you need to know here is that because snow storms are not common place here, we do not have large quantities of all of the snow removal big rigs, snow shovels, nor salt for the roads and all that goes with this sort of weather here..... and people here do not know how to drive and navigate the roads.)
I stopped at the grocery for soup (the ultimate snow meal) and scampered home to build a fire.
Friday, my office, along with 90% of the businesses here, was closed, and we all worked from home.
(For the record, while it sounded awesome to me, to be working in my PJ's, gazing out the window at the sheet of white on the lawn, it turns out that I am not as effective working from home.
For starters, some of the stuff I needed to work was unreachable from my home computer, and I am so used to working in a room with other people, that I finally ahd to call a team mate to chat for a ten minute break.
What can I say? I'm a people person.
Now Saturday has arrived, with still more snow expected. (We have a foot in our yard now.) and I am in hot cocoa heaven, let me tell you.
Stay warm and safe this weekend, everybody, and enjoy the winter wonderland going on outside your windows, whatever it may look like.
(oh, the things they can make with recycled plastic these days! It's mind boggling.)
Santa brought this new mailbox and post to us this year, and I am pretty sure all of the neighbors love it too.
This post (and plan) has been a very, very long time in the making. (To give you an idea of just how long, I titled and started this blog post in May of 2012.)
To fully appreciate the new mailbox we installed last weekend, one must picture in our minds the pathetic ghetto original-to-the-house mailbox that was planted here for some thirty years. (I think describing it creates quite a visual in itself, without us needing a photo as evidence.)
Not only was the old at-one-time-black rural mailbox sad to look at, with it's slightly dented ginormous sticker label on one side, shouting in all caps, "DO NOT BLOCK", and its' red metal flag missing long, long ago,but the post was loose in the ground, so when I would open it each day to get the mail, the entire set up, post and mailbox, would flop forward. (Our mail carrier had to love that little "feature".) Upon closing the front of the mailbox, it would flop backwards at an angle.
We took it from ghetto to gorgeous in an afternoon.
(Well, technically two afternoons, as my Rock n' Roll Buddy dug the deep post-hole one day, and then it was just too darned cold to stay outside, so we waited a few days until we hit the 40's and completed the installation job.)
Let's look at it again, from another angle, shall we?
Talk about instant gratification.
Once it was installed, I rushed to plant some red primroses (which I knew would bring on a new cold weather front...and it did.) along some flags for the Superbowl party....
A thing of beauty, indeed.
Oh, how I wish I could have been there last Monday to see the mail carrier's face when she came down our street.
We hosted our annual Superbowl party, which was totally out of control due to the Seahawks being in it.
The halls were decked, and the porch was too......
and I had my usual turf table runner, and banners, and all the fixin's (here's a shot I took mid-way through settinng the buffet table)
Unfortunately I didn't take many pictures at all, other than what you see here. The game itself was not quite as exciting (or as close as was predicted) but we won, and that (coupled with spending the day with friends and family!) made it fantastic.
I can hardly wait until August, when we start it up all over again.