Hoarders Party

Do you ever feel like this?

Drowning in a sea of stuff?

I know I have, and not THAT long ago.

In this last year of blogging

I've "outed" myself several times.

and now?...

things are much improved!

We've been on a major mission this summer to

clean up and get somewhat organized.

OK, how organized can you be if you have an antique mall space?

I'm just sayin'...

You HAVE to have a stash of stuff at the ready

since you never know when something will sell,

and hey, there has to be back up!

...right?

So these photos from my garage are really pretty good for ME!

Considering up until last fall you couldn't even get a car in here.

Now, instead of being packed to the ceiling,

 it's only half way up!

And my storage room downstairs has been lined with shelving

so you can actually get in there now without risking a trip to the ER!

So go and check out Shelly at Bungalow Bling

She's throwing a party for all us hoarders

and for the crafts that have gone wrong.

got any of those?

love,

Debra

You White Up My Life

Sorry, that's been rummaging around in my brain

and I just had to say it.

Anything look different?

I'm almost afraid to admit it.

Yes, I have a gallon of white paint and I'm not afraid to use it...

I won't show the before picture
(ok, just a teensy tiny one, so you can't see
how fabulous it is, er...was.)

because I'm afraid some of you might come after me

and kick my fanny.

You know how it is when you have something that's totally gorgeous,

that you absolutely LOVE and adore,

but it's not quite right?

Something that you think about,

consider,

weigh the consequences,

(will it be a huge mistake and will I want it back like before?)

and obsess over?

OK,

maybe you're not ocd...

but I think you can relate.

Anyhoo, I just couldn't get past the idea that this wonderful

piece of furniture didn't match not one other thing in my house.

So out came the white paint and the brush and roller.

Now I can relax...

it's white.

and so as not to waste white paint,
I slapped some on a few other unfortunates around the house.

This print had a "terra cotta" colored frame

well, I guess because it IS terra cotta,

but what were they thinking?...

it didn't match at all.

and these old chalk french children had been gold.

You know what that means...

yup, nothing is safe around here.

and here's a completed project
that didn't require paint,
just some muscle.

We finally got the Dining Room chairs covered.

10, count 'em.

Thank goodness my husband is a helping hand!

I still have more chair slips to make
but that can wait for awhile.

Now, I'm just warning you;

Fall will be visiting here soon.

It's my favorite time of the year,

so at the end of August

(blah)

summer gets booted out!

Please come by and enter my
Design Your Own Give Away
just click here.

I'm linking up with Kathleen

and all the others at Faded Charm

for White Wednesday

 and The Shabby Chic Cottage

and My Romantic Home for

Hope you're having a great week!

love,

Debra

Sweet Blossoms for Silver Sunday

Our neighbors behind us just happen to have a huge crepe myrtle

that just happens to hang waaaay over our back fence.

Lucky me.

So now I can enjoy them too.

My silver water pitcher,

 a small silver tray that at one time held our mail,

and my silver wedding hand mirror...

white vintage Sunday gloves

and a crucifix and medal necklace

are all together to enjoy a summer Sunday.

The crepe myrtle's sweet scent fills the late summer air.

Delicate white buds and blossoms

Please go visit Beth at Gypsy Fish Journal

Have a wonderful Silver Sunday

If you haven't entered my

 Design Your Own Give Away

please click here

love,

Debra

...in the Eye of the Beholder

You never know what you'll find at a flea market

estate sale,

or antique mall.

That, to me, is part of the excitement...

looking through boxes,

digging in drawers,

turning over old pages in a dusty book.

What to me holds magic,

can be discarded

by another.

But for just a few dollars

I made them mine.

We found these very old lithograph prints

last year in the back of a furniture booth.

Undoubtedly they had been hidden

in a dresser drawer

for many years.

When found, they were more of a bother than a treasure.

So there they were,

for a tiny fraction of their worth;

beauty,

grace,

divine inspiration...

art

for me

to find,

 enjoy,

 behold.

Their age is showing...

foxing covers the fragile paper,

but they are timeless.

An unexpected gift

for me.

I'm joining in at the French Cupboard
for Vintage Black Friday.

And if you haven't entered the

Design Your Own Give Away

click Here

Have a wonderful weekend!

love,

Debra