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  • Near-abduction

    When I was nine years old I was nearly abducted.

    I am writing about this not because it has been on my mind, but because there is a backlog of items written previously that I want to publish one at a time. I realize the darkness of some of my posts could be construed as garnering sympathy. I assure you it is none of that. What I think about, I write about. This one is a particularly persistent memory from my childhood that makes a rather interesting story. So here you go.

    I was outside playing alone in my front yard on an overcast spring day. A car pulled up and stopped at the side of the road just in front of me. I clearly remember the look of it: long, older-model, dark brown, rather battered. A man leaned out of the open window. "Excuse me, can you tell me how to get to Such-and-Such cider vinegar factory?"

    "Just down the street about a mile on the left," I replied briefly. It was a completely pedestrian request and as normally happens I expected him to thank me and be gone.

    But he didn't go away. He didn't say thanks, and drive his car away to find the vinegar factory. Instead he looked at me for a long moment. Then he opened the door, got out of his car, and stood there. He was tallish and lean and wore a dark brown suit to match his car and dark sunglasses that totally hid the expression on his face. He looked like an FBI agent. I couldn't see his eyes, and the way he was looking at me was eerie. What was he doing?

    He started walking toward me, silent, purposeful, menacing steps. I backed away several corresponding steps. As far as I could. I was pinned up against the front wall of my house and there was no door into which I could escape if he decided to rush and grab me. I was not terrified, only wary. With the internal sense that victims have I knew I was prey. I had heard about strangers who approached children in cars, and all my danger-sensors were sounding off on this man.

    As I backed away, he stopped and gave me a long, appraising look. My heart pounded for a moment that seemed like eternity. We stared each other down while my fate was being decided. If I think about it I can still place myself exactly in that moment: see his face, his suited body, feel my tension to escape and mounting realization that I could not. I was a completely helpless mouse before a hungry cat, my survival dependent on his whim. It was a moment from a nightmare: the bad guy is coming, I am frozen here, I cannot run.

    Finally he turned, got back into his car, closed the door, and pulled away down the road. I breathed a sigh of relief. I think I went into the house then, but I never told a soul.

    Thinking about it later (I was of a detective turn of mind, an avid Nancy Drew reader), several things struck me as odd: one, he'd used the old name for the vinegar factory, one nobody had used for a couple of years; two, that he'd stopped to ask at all. The factory was just down the road and "everybody" who lived nearby knew where it was. Thirdly, of course, the dark sunglasses and stepping out of the car to make an approach at me. I knew, with the instinctive knowledge that children have, what his dark intentions were. There was no doubt that only my wariness saved me. He didn't consider it worth the risk to venture further and chance me screaming or running.

    It all took place within a few moments, yet it was a few moments which could have changed my life. I guess I'll never know who he was, or what he wanted, or what might have happened. All I know is that I'm thankful I had the sense to back away, and that was enough to put him off. I hope he never went on to terrorize other little girls. I pray he never did. And I won't forget the day that darkness touched my life so nearly.

  • My Cottage Nest

    My Cottage Nest

    As you all know...
    I LOVE COTTAGE STYLE!
    There are so many ways to achieve this charming, vintage look. My Gramma is my inspiration. No matter where she lived her home was a haven...a place of love and a gentle sweetness. She was not a woman of means but her home was always enchanting...a little piece of heaven!
    

    This charming shelf has been in my home for over twenty years. It was originally brown, then red and now creamy white. My Gramma crocheted the beautiful white lace. She lovingly stitched it to my wedding pillowcases many years ago. After the pillowcases wore thin I carefully removed the lace and saved her lovely handiwork.
    Nearly all the items...dishes, cups, the candlestand, creamers and sugar bowl were thrifted.
    The only things I purchased new were the three candles and the "Cottage" sign.

    Crocheted cotton lace made by my Gramma. Hasn't it made
    a perfect edging on this pretty white shelf?

    This darling cream and sugar is one of my favorite thrift shop treasures.
    I paid a total of five dollars for them.

    My sweet Mom-in-Love gave me this feminine little rocking chair
    when we left Tennessee to move to Oregon.
    I recovered the seat and fashioned a new cushion
    out of discounted home decorating fabrics.
    The country french scene is a fabric sample that I purchased for two dollars.
    I added soft pink pompoms to add a bit of whimsy.

    Not very pretty with books and baskets in view...

    "SOLUTION"
    A soft and pretty skirt. I made a waist band and added a skirt...
    Just like I was making a wrap skirt for myself.

    Would you believe I found this beautiful lamp at my local thrift shop?
    It was on sale for sixteen dollars.
    It had no shade and a very tattered cloth electric cord.
    My hubby rewired it for me and I purchased a new shade.
    I found the crystal trim on clearance and added it to give it a touch of elegance.

    Oh, the things one can do with a can of spray paint!
    The little chair and powder blue tray are items that I repainted.
    They were originally brown.
    The linens...
    clock...
    candle votif
    and
    baby shoes
    were all thrifted finds.

    My sweet little Zoey loves sitting by the fire. She is one of my three housekitties.
    The blue and white nine patch quilt is something I made to disguise the large opening above the fireplace.
    There are various items stored discreetly behind the quilt.
    I made the white wicker chair cushions from discounted home decorator fabric.
    I shopped at Joanns and waited to use my 50% coupon to purchase the fabric.

    Yes...I spray painted the little thrifted blue basket.
    It provided the perfect place to display some of my handmade pillows.
    I perched it atop a trio of hatboxes that provide storage for odds and ends.
    My cats love napping in this chair in the late afternoon.

    I love having special quiet times in my blue plaid chair.
    The big chair and the matching loveseat used to be in our living room.
    The ottoman is cushy and my kitties love curling up at my feet.
    The quilt lying on the ottoman is one that I found thrifting . I only paid ten dollars for it.
    It is snuggly, soft and in perfect condition.

    Thank you, my dear friends, for your kind visit to my Cottage Nest.
    I hope you'll come back...
    I have more to share...
    and, lots of helpful and inexpensive tips.

    Blessings,
    Carolynn xoxo

    "The fruit of the spirit is love, joy, peace, long suffering, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control." Galatians 5:22

  • L.L.Bean Tote

    L.L.Bean Tote

    I absolutely cannot live without my L.L. Bean Totes! I have many of them, all various sizes, all chocolate brown and all with my initials SAW (not sure why people think that is funny?). I use them for carrying all my samples, client folders, measuring tapes, etc. when going to appointments. Sometimes I take them to the farmer's market. Sometimes I take them to the beach or on the boat. I also use them for overnight trips. This classic will never go out of style!

    They make for stylish decor too!

    Elle Decor

    Backbay 07



    West Elm

    Veranda

    Bobbi Brown likes her's too.

    And this Pretty Women...




    Even my Friend Courtney uses one...




    See, everyone's doing it!




    Even dudes. And not just any dude, a Superhero!

    What do you use your's for?

  • Most Wanted

    Most Wanted

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    The weekend proved to be much more productive than last week, thankfully. I think the guilt made me do more to make up for lost time! Studio time on Saturday was great - back to screen printing after a month off, making prints to eventually sell in the shop. As loneliness is such a hazard of being a freelancer working from home it felt great just to spend time with other like minded people. I can easily get lost in my own thoughts while I'm printing one after the other, after the other, after the other... But then I snap out of it and wander around to see what everyone else is up to. We all have quite differing styles & influences but we're all drawn together by the same medium, it can be really quite inspiring. Apart from being in the studio, I indulged in some awesome new paintbrushes (yes, these are my indulgences), Bill and I ate far too much junk food, spent many an hour sitting around chatting and just generally relaxing. Yesterday was glorious weather all day so we eventually decided to go out on our bicycles for some much needed fresh air and exercise... within about 5 minutes the rain started and then came hail like I have never seen before. It was, in a word, painful. Aside from that the goods above caught my eye this weekend. I would like them all, please and thank you. Hoping everyone else had a good weekend? Listing below... 1 / The Lorella Dress by Teatum Jones in Autumn Pink heavy silk.

    2 / Love Cross T-Shirt by Zoe Karssen from Liberty.

    3 / Beautiful Antler Drawing & Flower Photograph by wonderful photographer Kari Herer.
    4 / Appropriately named Jazzhands Glitter shoes from Top Shop.
    5 / Crystal Jersey Tunic Dress by Draw In Light from Liberty.

    6 / Teardrop Terrarium by ABJ Glassworks.

    7 / An Alphabet of London by illustrator Christopher Brown.

    8 / Great British Food by the founders & chefs at Canteen, available at Liberty.

  • Bohemian Chic: Wardrobe

    Bohemian Chic: Wardrobe

    Like I said before, I have not surfed a day in my life but I am a big fan ofthe whole Bohemian Chic look.

    Kate Hudson nails the whole "sun dried hair" in which I spend massive amounts of time trying to emulate...

    A little of this might help...

    John Masters

    Or just go for the sexy braids. Not so much these...

    but these...

    We saw an adorable little girl on the beach rocking a do'rag this weekend. Not sure I can pull it off with my Dumbo ears but I am gonna try!

    Or maybe just a great hat like this...I love mine!

    J. Crew

    And some of this on your body. It is like spritzing on a little subtle Coppertone...the ultimate smell of summer!

    Bobbi Brown

    As for a Bohemian beach wardrobe, start with a suit like this...

    J. Crew

    A tunic is a must!

    Rikshaw Designs

    Add some great earrings...

    Dee Ruel

    Some sexy sandals...

    Guinevere

    Nine West

    And voila! But forget the hair and clothes, what I really need to do is actually take up surfing
    so I can get a body like this...yowza!

  • "Quiverfull"

    This morning I came across an article via Fark.com titled "Evangelical Group's Motto: Breed to Succeed."

    It's a long article, but for those who aren't interested enough to read it in full, here's a brief digest: a small but growing number of conservative evangelicals, mainly in the United States, subscribe to the belief that a married woman's main function is to bear children. They oppose all forms of birth control, believing that it's "obedience to God" to allow nature to take its course, and, in their view, to allow God to determine how many children they have. Logically, he will then take care of them financially, because if he gives them, he has to provide. Women stay home and take care of the children, including homeschooling, while men are the sole breadwinners. Patriarchalism is a given, with the man the head of the home.

    The reasoning behind this? Well, the more children Christians have, the more Christians there will be. Conservative (Republican) voters will be raised up, outnumbering liberals who are disobedient to the God-given mandate to reproduce. A Christian army will be launched who will vote red, fight the culture wars, and take the mission to the next generation. America will once again return to its "roots" and become the godly nation it was intended to be. The growing threat of Muslims, who often have large families, is a stimulus.

    This movement is called "Quiverfull", from Psalm 127, which reads in part, "Sons are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from him. Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them."

    This all sounds eerily familiar to me. That's because I grew up steeped in this reasoning, and I watched its effect on not only my family but countless others in our homeschool group and circle of friends who subscribed to this philosophy.

    My parents had five children and homeschooled. We were among the smaller families in our group—10 or 14 children was not unknown. Large extended vans with stacking-doll-like gradations of the same physical type spilling out were common. My parents' best friends were a couple, the weary wife-half of which produced a child about every year for as long as I knew them. Homeschooling was a given: if you were righteous you didn't expose your kids to the evils of the godless public school system. You taught them at home where you were free to indoctrinate them as you chose. The assumption was that if you raised them right and sheltered them enough, they'd turn out believing what you believe.

    Patriarchalism was also the norm. Men were the heads of their homes, and depending on the man, this could be a good thing or a very bad thing. Taken to its extreme, some men, my father among them, believed this conferred the right to do whatever they pleased to their wives and children—including ordering them around, shouting at them, and beating them. The men worked outside the home, and no matter how financially or materially deprived the family was, the wife never, ever did.

    Of course this was all backed up by certain well-worn verses from the Bible, interpreted by the men, and wives believed their duty was to submit.

    But I'm not interested in writing a story about my experiences. I'm more interested in explaining why I believe this mentality to be so sadly wrong. I don't write with any rancour against the people who believe this; I'm well-familiar with the reasoning and, at one time, would have swallowed it myself to some extent. However, I believe it to be a radically flawed system based on a very faulty understanding of the Scriptures, and that's why I don't subscribe to it and never will.

    Before I begin, a caveat: I realize with any response like this there's a danger of stereotyping or lumping all people in a certain belief system together. I certainly don't believe all "Quiverfull" families are headed by abusive men; or that they're all militant, hyper-legalistic, or naive. I'm sure there are many if not most who are gracious, well-intentioned, and lovely people. However, I do believe the reasoning itself to be misguided at best; and it's that which I'll attempt to address.

    The belief that Christian families are required to have as many children as possible and to leave birth control "up to God" is an Old Testament one. In Genesis, Adam and Eve were commanded to "Be fruitful and increase in number; fill the earth and subdue it" (Genesis 1:28). Abraham was told that he would be the father of nations and his offspring would be as numerous as the stars of the sky (Genesis 15 & 17). Psalm 127, as quoted above, states that children are a blessing and implies that the more one has, the more blessed.

    In Old Testament Israel, that was true. The Jews were God's "chosen people" out of all the nations of the world. To birth more ethnic Jews was literally to increase the number of God's people (outwardly speaking, at least). Added to this were the practical implications, not unique to Jews but common to every agriculturally-based society both ancient and modern, that the more children you had, the more labourers to work your fields and herd your flocks. Children were also the ultimate "old-age security", guaranteeing a future of provision when you were too old to take care of yourself.

    Barrennes was considered the ultimate curse. In Psalm 113:9, God is praised as the one who "settles the barren woman in her home as a happy mother of children." Barren wives such as Sarah (Abraham's wife), Leah (Jacob's wife) or Hannah (Samuel's mother) were grieved and deeply distressed by their failure to have children. In each case, God miraculously intervened and gave these women a child, sparing them a lifetime of dishonour. Often, however (as with Sarah and Leah), the ancient custom of giving the husband a female bondservant to bear him a child on the wife's behalf was practiced. This was seen as a better alternative than no children at all.

    The Jews were not unique in these beliefs and practices. However, one factor unique to the Jews was that the Messiah was expected to be born to a Jewish woman. Every Jewish woman hoped that she could be the one to bear the Messiah, or at the very least, to further his line. She was doing her duty to her people (and possibly bringing great honour and blessing upon herself) through childbirth.

    However, all of this radically changes with the New Testament. What was implicitly stated throughout the OT is now made explicit: that membership in the true people of God is no longer tied to ethnicity, but belongs to those who repent and have faith (e.g., John the Baptist's preaching: Matthew 3:9-10). In fact, we're even told that all along this has been the case: not everyone who was born an Israelite was a true child of God, but only those who had the same faith as Abraham (Romans 2:28-29; 4:12). The Jews' idea that by the simple fact of membership to a physical nation they were guaranteed right status with God, was knocked on its head repeatedly by Jesus (e.g., Matthew 8:10-12).

    All of this may seem rather pedantic and irrelevant, particularly to those who don't claim a Christian faith; but it's central to the reasoning behind this modern-day movement.

    Going further in the New Testament, we nowhere find commands to Christians to "be fruitful and multiply" in a physical sense. We do find very clear and explicit commands to be fruitful and multiply in a spiritual sense. In the so-called "Great Commission" (and in other passages throughout the gospels), Jesus commands us to "go and make disciples of all nations" (Matthew 28:18-20). The people of God are now the church, those who receive the mysterious new birth by the Spirit, those who repent and cast all their faith on Jesus. This people grows not by physically reproducing, but as those who've experienced it go out and share it with others, teaching and proclaiming what Jesus taught, accompanied by physical demonstrations of his power. In this way, the kingdom extends.

    If, as "Quiverfull" advocates state, a Christian's main duty is to produce children to grow the kingdom of God, then why is Jesus, the Lord and Head of our faith, completely and totally silent on the subject? He blesses children (Matthew 19:13-15), but never commands us to bear them. Even on this occasion, he uses it to teach a spiritual lesson. One would think if childrearing was a main goal of his church, he would have said something about it somewhere. Something to the effect of, "Blessed are the fertile, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." But there's nothing.

    When Jesus does mention offspring, it isn't with the kind of positive spin that the "Quiverfulls'" beliefs would indicate. A sample: "If anyone comes to me and does not hate his father and mother, his wife and children, his brothers and sisters—yes, even his own life—he cannot be my disciple." (Luke 14:25-27). Jesus is not talking about hatred in the sense that we normally understand it, but a willingness to put him first, above even our closest family, to the extent that we'll suffer their loss if obedience to him requires it. Surely we'd expect that given Jesus' very limited discussion of earthly families, he'd devote the time he did spend to ideals like having lots of children! Instead, when he does mention the subject, it's to tell us that even this area of our lives is to lie in subjection to him. Jesus is paramount, not procreation.

    As we move into Acts and follow the apostles' example, the pattern continues. They go out, preach the gospel, heal the sick, raise the dead, cast out demons. The church grows. No word in Peter or Paul's preaching about the duty to have kids. 3000 were saved in one day as a result of Peter's first sermon (Acts 2)! Pretty effective church growth strategy: it would take a long time to achieve those kinds of numbers through physical birth.

    Moving on to the rest of the New Testament, we find nothing, anywhere, commanding Christians to bear children, or to have as many as possible. There are brief commands to women to love their husbands and children and to care for them (Titus 2:4-5); commands to fathers about how to treat their children (Ephesians 6:4); and a command to Christian children to obey their parents (Ephesians 6:1). The New Testament does not direct but assumes that many if not most of the new believers come from families. The kingdom, this new way of life, has its bearing and effect on every aspect of life, including how one treats one's offspring. Family life is important. But considering the proportion of importance the "Quiverfull" adherents give it, there is remarkably little about it in the NT.

    Instead, the primary thrust of the New Testament, and most of its commands, is about how we are to treat one another in the church. The church is the family of God. Even single people and widows have their rightful place in this new community. Spiritual ties, our common Father God, our Lord Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit indwelling us, are stronger than physical ties. There are clear warnings to those who neglect their families (1 Timothy 5:8), but the main focus of the NT is the newly-created family of God, made up of Jews, Gentiles, men, women, young, old, married and single. This family is to love one another, care for one another, practice family life as commanded by Jesus, and grow the family by telling others.

    In summary, the method of growth for the kingdom of God is this: preach the gospel. Make disciples. Do the works of Jesus. This kingdom will affect how we treat our biological families, but the family of God is our primary allegiance.

    But outweighing it all for me, is one striking factor that I can't help but believe the "Quiverfulls" don't take into account: the simple fact that Jesus, our Lord and Master, was single. He didn't ever bear children (extra-biblical speculation like Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code notwithstanding). Paul, the greatest apostle, author of most of the New Testament, was single. Not only that, both Jesus and Paul state explicitly that some will be called to singleness for the sake of the kingdom (Matthew 19:11-12 & 1 Corinthians 7:1-9). Paul even says that if one can accept it, singleness is a better option because it allows undivided devotion to the Lord (1 Cor 7:32-35)! So were Jesus and Paul, and single Christians today and throughout the ages, radically disobedient? Were they missing the purposes of God, not furthering the growth and cause of the church, by not having kids? What would all the churches Paul founded say? What would Christians throughout two millenia of church history, myself included, who have benefited from the fact that Paul was single and free to travel and risk his life to spread the gospel, say?

    I think I know. I know what I would say.

    There are questions I'd love to ask the Quiverfulls. Like, how can you assume that by having children you'll further the kingdom of God when membership in the kingdom is not by physical birth but spiritual? Can you assume that all of your children will be Christians just because you are? Because you "raise them right"? What if a majority of your children choose to rebel (as so many do), and live their own lifestyle? What if they grow up outwardly conforming but inwardly empty? What if they carry on your values but never know God? How tragic!

    What about single Christians? What about Christian couples who are infertile? Are they somehow disobedient to God? What about women whose lives will be endangered if they bear more children? Are they "rebellious" if they undergo tubal ligation? Or should they simply "trust God" and risk major health problems or death?

    How are you living Jesus' radical call to leave it all and follow him if your main goal is a steady job and a nice home life for your kids and you wouldn't even consider getting up and going to another nation to give the gospel, perhaps to people who have never heard? How can you justify having little to give because your limited income is stretched to its capacity by the needs of multiple kids? How do you explain the fact that no New Testament command exists to have children?

    What about adoption? If the main goal is to raise kids who will carry on your Christian faith, why not make room for those who otherwise wouldn't have a chance by not having so many of your own? Why not show mercy by giving family life and the privileges of education, culture, and health care to a poor child from a third-world country? Why not adopt a child from another ethnicity? If you're white, take in a black, Asian, or Latino child. Why not help those who are already born but destined to a lifetime of disadvantage, rather than producing so many of your own?

    Please understand I am not saying it is wrong to have children. I am not even saying it is wrong to have multiple children, if a particular couple feels that is their calling from God and they have the desire, energy, and resources to care for them. I can't help thinking it's excessive and unnecessary, but then, that's my personal opinion. What I am decrying is the notion that equates having lots of children and raising them in a particular way is somehow integral to the purposes of God and advances his kingdom. It's not and it doesn't. It misses the point of the New Testament entirely. It's trying to build a kingdom on earth, and well-intentioned as it may be, it's never going to happen. Not only that, a lot of the kids raised in these families (like myself, my siblings, and many others I know) are going to see the emptiness and fallacy behind this mentality and either reject Christianity entirely, or discover a Jesus whose kingdom is not of this world. Like I, I'm thankful, did.

  • Modern Country

    Modern Country

    There are a lot of reasons people can hate on country music. I am aware of this and I totally get it. But I am still a major fan. I am a fan of old school country but the new cheesy stuff too. I am not afraid to admit this. You can make fun of me alllll you want! I will sing it out loud in the car, by myself so I don't offend others, of course. And I will dance front row, center, if at a concert. I live for the CMA's which were on last night. Now it seems like the CMA's are on like three times a year which is fine by me! I realize I have probably lost all non-country fans by now and if so, I'm sorry but for those of you that are still with me...how great were they??? Holy moly! Zack Brown singing Georgia On My Mind with Gregg Allman! Yowza.

    My boyfriend, Blake Shelton won Male Vocalist of the Year. I heart him. I mean really, really heart him. The perfect blend of funny, confident and self-deprecating.

    Then his wife had to go and win Female Vocalist of the Year and talk about their big night together...(sigh).

    Moving on...

    So since I am becoming about as swift with the segues as Carrie Bradshaw is with the puns, I am going to now talk about Modern Country in design terms. I am so hot on mixing country elements in with modern decor! I would really like to call it "Nouveau Redneck" but I don't think it would go over so well. Here are some examples.

    Oh how I long for little shelves like the ones in the corner.
    Mint | white
    wood beams!
    barn doors
    use for old windows...fab.
    Storage

    What do you think? Are you "Nouveau Reneck"?

  • long road trip. . .

    Made the long road trip from New Hampshire to Toronto yesterday. The drive was supposed to take 9 hours. It took me 13. Part of it was an unplanned, nearly hour-long stop at a roadside garage in Quebec, just over the border, to get my car window fixed. It had come off the track and was stuck about three inches open, and it had begun to rain. . .the mechanic, a gentle, patient man with very weathered hands and a little more English than the girl at the front desk, deftly fixed it. Albeit a long break for a very animated conversation between him, the girl, and a man who came in with a briefcase, on an unknown topic that seemed very important. My French is non-existant enough that I couldn't make out what it was, but I finally had to reluctantly interrupt to let him know that I had a long way to go and needed the job finished. . .

    That part of Quebec, just over the border, is incredibly beautiful, with a sparse, flat, severe beauty. The transition from Vermont mountains to paper-flat Quebec farmland is fairly abrupt. The landscape starts looking more "Canadian", in a way I can't describe. Then just over the border begins long flat fields of corn, dried to brown now it is nearly winter, and bent trees bowed over in long submission to the prevailing winds, like old ladies with a permanent stoop. The farms are marked out by a cluster of barns and houses, with a characteristic blue-green roofing, in the midst of the fields. Little shops and auto repair places, like the one I stopped at, occur with regularity. It is a wild, beautiful, character-ful place. Driving along listening to soulful French tunes on the radio only added to the atmosphere.

    The border crossing was so remote there was only one station open and two cars ahead of me. My passport wasn't even asked for. The customs officer, obviously battling between his desire to be friendly and his need to keep an official formidability, told me in response to my inquiries that yes, there was an information booth there, but that it was only open in the summer.

    The rain began just over the Quebec border, and continued the whole way to Toronto, with more or less severity. In Montreal and for a ways beyond it was so incredibly forceful I began to think on the evening news we'd hear that Montreal had been washed away in a monsoon. We were forced to slow to a crawl by blinding sheets of rain pounding on the windshield and great lakes of water filling up the roads. The whole rest of the drive was a long and undifferentiated nightmare of going on and on in the rain, the cars spraying it up in white mist on the highway so visibility was severely reduced. Still I kept to about 120 km/hour (75 mi/hour) in a desire to arrive as quickly as possible.

    It's difficult to describe the feeling crossing over the Canadian border. Like coming home. I was so happy to see Canada I pumped my fist in the air and blew a kiss to it. It does feel like home; I'm an alien in my own country and at home here, though I don't belong. Hopefully that will change. . .

  • Spring

    It was unaccountably spring when I stepped out of my door this morning. The earth was shades of brown and green, the snow completely gone, and the air warm. The gorgeous morning sunlight was on everything, turning the pines of the forest into almost a cathedral. A bird called sweetly and insistently from a distant tree. The crows called more raucously and clamorously.

    The air smelt of spring, that fresh, alive, invigorating, earthy smell that feels as if it nearly imparts life with every breath. It was as if the earth had briefly shaken itself free from its winter slumber in impatient jubilation of the time when it would become a nursery of expectant life. Everything seemed excited, alive, waiting.

    It was with great reluctance that I stepped into the door at work, knowing that it meant being imprisoned away from such beauty until it had shouted and skipped and flung itself away into night. But somehow just being there is enough. . .and I can see the gentle hand of its Creator on every branch, touching it in love. How much joy it must give him. . .

    "he [Jesus] upholds the universe by the word of his power." (Hebrews 1:3)

  • It's Great To Be A Winner!

    It's Great To Be A Winner!

    Admittedly, I could care less about the Superbowl. Or about professional football in general. But I did go to a kickass Superbowl party that my friends throw every year on Sullivan's Island...they put a tent outside their house with stadium seating, a large movie screen for the game, an Airstream hotdog vendor (yes, I ate more than one), an open bar serving Pittsburg brewed beer, Tony the peanut guy from all the Citadel/USC games...well done friends, well done! Anyhoo, this is for the winner of the Superbowl...

    Designer Tobi Fairley

    Designer Kenneth Brown

    via decorpad

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    via decorpad

    Elle Decor

    Designer Jamie Herzlinger

    And this is for the winner of my lil' Survey! Drumroll, please...

    Suzanne

    Please email me your mailing address to sidney@eclectic-idg.com so I can send you the House Beautiful book! Big thanks to all that participated! Your kind words and helpful feedback meant more than you will ever know!!! And to everyone else, thank for reading!

  • I'm Floored!

    I'm Floored!

    I love when people think outside the box and get creative! Especially in an unexpected area like the floor. We often think that the "shell" of our rooms should be pretty neutral and basic since it can be a large investment but what a great spot to make an impact! Here are some floor patterns that I thought were really cool. I am a huge fan of a chevron pattern (although it always reminds me of Charlie Brown's shirt) which designer Mary McDonald rocked in this photo. If you aren't quite as daring, try doing one of these patterns in a tone on tone material so you can still appreciate the interesting design but with much less of a POW! Or try it in a really small area like a mudroom, child's bathroom or laundry room. ~Images: 1) Mary McDonald featured in Domino Feb 2009 2) Country Home March/April 2009 3) Domino April 2008

  • Wintry Blue

    Wintry Blue

    Blessings...to each one of you. I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving. The holiday season is in full swing and I can't wait to join in. I've been itching to get my decorating started.

    An elderly friend of my Mom gave her this vintage 1930s Bakelite Church. It winds up and plays a tinnie but sweet sounding tune.
    Several years ago my Mom gave it to me.
    It is a treasured keepsake.
    I display it every year for Christmas.

    Meet my beautiful Russian Blue , Abbie.
    She is very sweet and extremely shy.
    When I found her at the Humane Society
    she was terribly traumatized.
    It took me five years to win her trust and woo her into my lap.
    Having, finally, conquered her fears
    she has become my forever lap kitty!

    ,
    Just a little nine patch quilt that I made a few years ago.
    I always use cotton batting and unwashed fabric when I make my quilts.
    After I have totally finished making the quilt I toss it into the washer...
    (adding a cup of vinegar to set the color)
    and, then, after washing on warm I, promptly, place it in the dryer.
    All the cotton shrinks just a tad bit creating a soft, cuddly old fashioned looking and feeling quilt.

    Now here's one laid back, Dude.
    Schlomo is as mellow and easy going as can be.
    You may ask, "Why the name, Schlomo?"
    My husband is a violinist and a huge fan of the accomplished violinist...Schlomo Mintz.
    It just happens to be that our last name is Mintz.
    What can I say...It was my husband's turn
    to name our newest pet.

    It looks like I got my wish!
    We've had several snowfalls in the past month.
    The elevation here is 3,623 above sea level.
    The ski resort at Mt. Bachelor is just 22 miles up the road.
    At 5,700 ft. two feet of snow fell in just one day last week.

    Thank you, my blogging pals,for your friendship and kind words.When I started blogging I had no idea how many treasured friends I would have the privilege of adding to my life.I am grateful for each one of you! Have a great week! Blessings,Carolynn xoxo

    In case you're looking for my Tweak of the Week...
    Here it is:

    Originally, these HOME votifs were a rustic dark brown.
    I spray painted them a soft blue and then gave them a coat of spray adhesive.
    For a wintry touch I sprinkled them with glittery snow.
    I love tweaking things to match the season
    and for just a few dollars worth of paint and glitter!

    "Give unto the Lord the glory due unto His name;
    worship the Lord
    in the beauty of holiness."
    Psalm 29:2

    Linking To

    Sunny Simple Life
    www.sunnysimplelife.blogspot.com
    Beyond the Picket Fence
    www.deb4-beyondthepicketfence.blogspot.com
    Little Red House
    www.dearlittleredhouse.blogspot.com
    The Dedicated House
    www.thededicatedhouse.blogspot.com
    Boogie Board Cottage
    www.boogieboardcottage.blogspot.com
    Cozy Little House
    www.cozylittlehouse.com
    Coastal Charm
    www.linda-coastalcharm.blogspot.com
    Knick of Time
    www.knickoftimeinteriors.blogspot.com
    Rose Chintz Cottage
    www.rosechintzcottage.blogspot.com
    Cedar Hill Ranch
    www.cedarhillranch.blogspot.com
    A Delightsome Life
    www.blissfulrhythm.blogspot.com
    Lavender Garden Cottage
    www.lavendergardencottage.blogspot.com
    Sue Loves Cherries
    www.suelovescherries.blogspot.com
    Timewashed
    www.timewashed.com
    Vintage On A Dime
    www.vintageonadime.blogspot.com
    Have A Daily Cup of Mrs Olson
    www.jannolson.blogspot.com
    Brambleberry Cottage
    www.thebrambleberrycottage.blogspot.com
    At the Picket Fence
    www.atthepicketfence.com
    Common Ground
    www.commonground-do.com
    French Country Cottage
    www.frenchcountrycottage.blogspot.com
    Mockingbird Hill Cottage
    www.mockingbirdhillcottage.com

  • No Fear!

    No Fear!

    People seem to be terrified of picking paint colors. Oftentimes living with the builder's white for years out of fear. I understand that you can make a poor paint choice...I have done it myself. Once I chose a shade of brown that looked like I had wiped my nephew's diaper all over the wall. It was gross. But guess what I did? I repainted. It is really that simple so have no fear!!! Here are some (hopefully) helpful hints when picking out paint.

    For starters, don't arbitrarily select paint colors! Choose the color from something in the room like a rug, bedding, a vase, etc. If you don't have anything in the room then wait to paint until you have made some other selections. It will be worth it. Why? Because there are infinite colors of paint to choose from and you can pick a shade to match anything (literally). It is a bizillion times easier to work forward instead of working backwards. If you have ever spent hours, weeks, months, or years trying to find the perfect fabric to match a paint color that is already in the room then you will know of which I speak.

    If you do have let's say a fabric that you are trying to pull a paint color from then you can either match one of the colors in intensity like this...

    Or you can go to a lighter or darker version of the color (hue) like this...

    If you are afraid of an actual color then you can try pulling one of the neutrals like this...

    Or you can match the "ground" (background) of the fabric like this...

    **These paint colors show differently on your computer screen. I promise the do match the fabric!

    Be sure to look at all of your room selections together when selecting a paint color-carpet, fabrics, trim color, window hardware, furniture finishes, etc. as all of these can affect the way a color is perceived.

    Be sure to look at the paint color options in the actual room and in the various lights of the day.

    People often have a hard time seeing how the room will look once it is painted just by looking at a tiny paint chip. This is understandable. If you are able, paint out a section of the wall so you can see it in larger scale. If you are unable to do this then paint a sheet of white poster board (paint the entire thing corner to corner and paint on the dull side) and put it in the room.

    Once you have selected a color...go for it! And relax, it's just paint.

  • Fun At The Bar

    Fun At The Bar

    I saw this on Pinterest when searching for barstools...

    nuns on bar stools

    and it made me chuckle. Especially the lady on the left, she's like "What?"

    Also, I think these are those generic brown inexpensive barstools you see at every chain home store

    i.e.

    but painted turquoise...

    turquoise bar stools

    They are SO much cooler, aren't they?

    Eclectic has been nominated as Best Interior Design Blog by JDR Annual Blogger Industry Awards, please click on the link and take a second and vote for me! You don't have to register or anything...just check a box. Many thanks!!!

  • Shut The Front Door!

    Shut The Front Door!

    Look out neighbors...I am painting my front door...wait for it, wait for it...peacock blue! Wake up the neighborhood...(does anyone else remember that song from Girls Just Want to Have Fun? If not, click here.). My sweet friend told me that the outside of my house didn't showcase any of my personality. So this weekend (provided it doesn't rain) I am painting my black door peacock blue. Should I just paint the outside or the inside too? (FYI, the inside is currently chocolate brown.)

  • The Little Shop Around The Corner...

    The Little Shop Around The Corner...

    After 3 1/2 years of being in her adorable shop on Coleman Boulevard, my friend Dee Ruel needed some ideas to freshen up her space. I was happy to help and today she sent me the beginning of her progress...

    Before

    After

    She is so talented! Stop by and see for yourself.

    P.S. This is what I did over the weekend...front row at Zac Brown right after I met him for some pre-concert beers. Holla. Thanks again Lorrie of Eskimo Advertising for the hook up!

    That is Zac there above my head.
    His rendition of Devil Went Down to Georgia kicks some serious ass.

    P.P.S. Did anyone watch the MTV Movie Awards last night? If so, here are my comments. If not, it will be on one billion more times so don't fret.

    Sandy Bullock, you are one classy lady! But you should have stopped right before kissing Scarlet Jo. WTF?

    Tom Cruise kinda made up for the crazy Oprah sofa dance with his JLo dance routine.

    This guy is damn funny. And his character of Zach Galifianakis' stylist made me laugh out loud. P.S. I am old school and refuse to say "lol."

  • Before & After: Horn Artwork

    Before & After: Horn Artwork

    You might remember an earlier post I did about turning what once was a horn purse into horn pillows.

    Well now I have taken the remaining horn pieces and turned them into art! I bought a set of framed snowflake cards at an antique store...

    Took out the snowflake cards and green matts...

    Painted the frames chocolate brown...

    And sewed the horn pieces 1-6 onto an aqua burlap...

    Tada!

    If you love them, they are for sale in my booth over at Southern Accents.

  • Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner!

    Winner, Winner Chicken Dinner!

    This is the "Smith's" (the winner wanted to remain anonymous) dining room, the winners of my lil' contest. They wanted to get rid of everything except their table which was custom made out of a riddling rack (the top of the table is one-half of a riddling rack, pictured below, very cool!). They want to keep the "rustic" look and their favorite colors are blue and green.

    Here are my suggestions...

    Paint the walls Benjamin Moore Van Buren Brown

    Add this rug...

    West Elm

    And these chairs...

    End Chairs, Pottery Barn and Side Chairs, William Sonoma Home

    And these window treatments...

    Custom Silk Window Treatments and Pottery Barn Hardware

    And this chandelier...

    Circa Lighting Marigot Chandelier

    Then I would add a series of Antique Audubon Prints like this...

    And BAM!

  • Trimmin' The Tree

    Trimmin' The Tree

    I am sure you have trimmed your tree by now...but since it usually takes me until the week before Christmas to get in the spirit, I am sharing these now. Maybe you can file them away for next year!

    I love, love, love this idea! Luggage tags with photos of everyone that is in their family, friends, significant others, etc. Love!

    Love the "numbers" theme.

    Non-traditional trees are SO fun! If I ever have children they will each have their own tree (see, I can say things like that because I don't have children.)

    I kinda like these non-tree, trees too!

    a

    Wawawa.

    ~Images: 1 and 2) Better Homes and Gardens 3) Country Home 4 and 5) Country Living 6) Coastal Living 7) Cottage Living 8) via shelter blog 9) Charlie Brown

  • Thanks Mom!

    Thanks Mom!

    No, that is not Ricky Schroder, that is me.
    And yes, I am eating the bread intended for the seagulls. Nice.

    Finally, a chance to tell you how great my mom is! Which is ironic because I don't think she ever reads my blog but anyhoo...my mom is an amazing woman! She is and has always been so self-less putting her kids and husband's needs before her own. Not to mention the fact that she has dedicated her life to helping those less fortunate than herself-she was a social worker, a teacher and now runs a facility for those with special needs. She is a hard worker and a leader who inspires all that have ever worked for or with her. She has always encouraged her children to follow their dreams and aspire to great things all along providing the love, support and confidence for us to do so. Although my dad gets the creative props from me on my blog, my mom is very creative in her own right. It is from her that I get my love of decorating and of re-purposing objects as she was always painting or sewing or altering an item to give it new life. And I remember as a kid she would come up with some really unique ways to entertain my brother and I or our friends. For example, she use to put a mix of random items in a brown grocery bag and have us act out a skit based on the props in that bag. It is memories like this that I hope to carry on to my own children and if I can be 1/100th the woman she is then I will be proud of who I have become.

    Happy Mother's Day Mom!!!!!
    I love you!!!