Have you heard? My friends at the cottage are opening up their very own online store tomorrow!. They have a little website fairy who's been working very hard to get it all ready. There's still a bit to do but they are hopeful that tomorrow at around noon, they'll open their virtual doors.
All the pictures above are previews of some of the fabulous products they have selected just for you. And check out these beautiful charms...
Tomorrow, chickadees! Be there or be square.
Watch this page! like an eagle. Or, duh, like a hawk! I thought that sounded funny. Or maybe, MAYBE, you should watch it like a magpie...on the lookout for shiny new things!
I just spent a gruelling hour at the dentist. I let 2 years pass without a visit. Plus I really hate to floss. That's a formula for not only yuck mouth but a really painful experience in the chair.
I'm thinking today of tights and how soon it will be time for them.
I wish they made these in my size.
And I love this idea. They're like leg warmers but for the arms. How cute. And I saw these shoes and this sweater and just had to show you. The shoes are from Target (cheap, cheap, cheap) and the sweater from Anthropologie (not cheap).
The tights at the top are from Free People and Anthropologie. The little girl ones are from Hanna Andersson, of course. So are the arm warmers.
I just got the word...my father is coming home from the hospital today. I think he's still weak but he's recovered from his illness remarkably well.
And just in time...my brother and his family are moving in with my parents this weekend. They'll stay there while their house is being built.
Seth's first day of kindergarten is coming soon....maybe even next week? It's fun to think of him living with my parents during this important time, catching the bus the same place we caught the bus when we were young.
Thank you again for all your prayers and thoughtful words for my father. I'm so glad he's better. What a relief.
Today, I'm going to try to tackle the workroom that I started to do last week.
I am so very pleased to present these wonderful new things at the shop...
Our sweet friend Charlotte Lyons has been busy making fabulous little critters...mice in teacups! They are just the cutest little mice you've ever seen, some with twinkling rhinestone noses, others with pearly noses, all made from recycled homefelted sweaters, and all crafted with lots of love.
Another set of wonderful things I want to share with you are charm necklaces created especially for Inspire Co. by our friend Mary Holcomb. I'm so amazed at the artful arrangement of charms that Mary placed on these pearl chain necklaces.
To order these and see a couple of other new things, Click here.
Trying to get back in the swing of things but I'm feeling so very tired. And so distracted.
I spent two nights at the hospital, sleeping only for minutes at a time. And then tending to my father during the day. Now I'm as tired as ever. I'm a bit worried about my mother too...she's not getting much rest and she'll need to take care of my father when he comes home. This is so stressful for everyone.
I'm thankful that my sister and brother and their families live closer to my parents and can help support them. My other sister and I live further away and it can be so frustrating to want to do more but to be too far away to do very much. It helps to know that they are there to give comfort and love and support.
Well, I have some great news. Papa Bear is feeling much better! It was pretty scary at times but day by day he's been getting better. This morning he was back to himself, telling funny stories, and giving the nurses grief.
This morning he told me about the time he was in the hospital years ago in the same room with a man who'd made it his business to collect leftovers from other patient's trays. He'd go around after each meal and pick up all the food he wanted from the trays waiting to be picked up outside the rooms throughout the whole hospital. He had a basin under his bed that he'd filled with ice to keep the perishables cool. He lined the window sills with all the other goodies. One time when my father went to the bathroom, the crazy man switched my father's milk with one of the ones under his bed. My father took a sip and it seemed a little warm and tasted a little funky. His neighbor piped up and said that since Daddy was drinking his right away he'd switched it with an older one. And another time one of my father's friends came for a visit and brought him a nice bowl of fresh fruit. My father left the room and when he came back the crazy man had eaten it all.
Some of Daddy's famous hospital stories are pretty colorful...and lots have gory and disgusting details. Most can't be repeated here. But really, they aren't nearly as funny when I tell them as they are when he tells you about them. Especially when he starts laughing so hard he can hardly finish telling you. Oh, those are the stories I love the best.
I'm so very happy that he's back to his dear self. I know that the day will come someday and I'll try to prepare for it. But for now, oh my dear God, I thank you for your grace.
And to you, my very sweet friends, my whole family thanks you so much for your well wishes and prayers! What a great bunch of friends you are. My niece told me once that she'd pray for something for me and then she said "and Amy, it'll happen because God listens to my prayers."
This was a very nice weekend. I made the nicest Sunday supper last night...a chicken roasted with lemons and shallots with the best ever pan gravy, the fluffiest mashed potatoes with just the right amount of farm fresh butter, a fresh salad of ripest tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and basil, drizzled with vinegar and olive oil. I love Sundays when there's a supper being fixed, filling the house with delicious anticipation.
Between supper preparations, I joined Rich who was reading all day. It was just the kind of easy going day that I love. Oh, and the weather was perfect, even a little chilly at times.
Last night a loud storm came through, dropping hard rain at times. The power went out for about an hour and I was sure the basement would flood without the sump pump's help. I couldn't find the flashlight (which is usually on the floor by Rich's side of the bed but which wasn't replaced after the camping trip) so I just waited for the power to come back on. Once it did, I checked out the basement. Happily it was dry as a bone.
Today I'm continuing my marathon of taking care of business kinds of things. The office is still sparkling clean and I'm very happy with it.
Now I will tackle the studio. It is a complete mess. Stuff is everywhere and not in the least way organized. I'd like to get rid of the big hunkin' chair that's in the middle and replace it with a workbench that's now in the basement. The chair just gets piled up with stuff and I never use it to actually sit. I do most of my work standing up so a workbench will be just the ticket. And I can keep the work surface cleared and ready for creating. That's my hope anyway.
First things first...I need to sort and clean and shelf and clean and clean and clean. And, next week...the basement!
Aren't these just about the prettiest lollipops you've ever seen? They are made the good old fashioned way, hand-pulled just like they did it in the 1800s.
In flavors like cotton candy, bubblegum and pink lemonade, how can you resist? How?
They just arrived and I was so excited as I opened the box that you'd think I was already riding a sugar high. Just looking at them makes you buzz with happiness. Click here to order a whole bunch. More candy pins just arrived from our favorite Italian jewelry maker, Greta Silva. She's regularly featured in Elle, Vogue, and European fashion magazines and has quite an international following. Click here to order one for yourself. Lots of other new things, including a fresh lot of adding machine numbers. I also have some adding machine number gears. Oh, and look for the cigarette trading cards from the 20s. Fun fun! Click here to see all that's new.
I've spent the morning just sitting in my newly cleaned and organized office, mostly just catching up. I'm really enjoying it.
The pouf balls, for those who asked, are from Martha's line at Michael's. They are the same kind of big flowers that we all made in the third grade from tissue paper...but these are extra special because 1. the colors are so yummy 2. the tissue is scalloped and pinked making them petal perfect!
Here's the office with the doors shut...I took the sheer curtains that I'd had on the french doors off. I like the way the room glows through the doors. I hung this fun wire hot balloon that my friend Linda gave me over the desk. We hung this cabinet last night. I don't know yet what I'll do with that towel bar. I don't use this room for wrapping or crafting...it's strictly paperwork and computer stuff. Any ideas? This picture is a little dark but I wanted to show you the "lamp" I'd made. The birds are from Ikea...dirt cheap (maybe $14). My friend Irene gave me the bridge lamp base for another project (that it didn't end up working for). I combined the two for a fun floor lamp. I think I'll add dangles with the birds...it reminds me of a glowing version of Alicia's bird cagelets. Remember those?
Speaking of Alicia, I'm beside myself with sadness for her and Andy. Her sweet pup Audrey suddenly passed this week. It's just too sad for words. She's on my mind today.
Okay, I'm still working on my office. I am terrible at organization and I'm always trying to find the next best solution for me. I don't think it exists but that doesn't keep me from trying.
The office is a small room. Rich's brother once asked if we'd converted a closet. And he wasn't joking. We used to have two desks, a computer on each. One for Rich and one for me. Rich's desk was always, you guessed it, immaculate. Mine was always considerably less so. But since it's where I worked every day, I had systems of mess and I generally knew where to find most things.
Then my computer, and its beautiful gigantic monitor, broke. By then we had the laptop and we decided that we could make do with just one desktop computer. And just one desktop.
My messy desk and Rich's squeaky clean desk united.
I mainly used the laptop for most things and worked wherever I wanted, usually in the family room. I only ventured in the office to print invoices, shipping labels, stuff my inbox, and avoid updating my books. That doesn't mean that I didn't leave messes in my wake though. Quite the contrary.
Before I show you my progress, I may have just a little 'splaining to do.
The orange walls? I don't have an answer. Except to say that they make me want to have a creamsicle every single day.
The pictures on the wall are very random and I'm going to rearrange them and take some down. I have an idea of something fun to do.
The blank wall space above the printer is reserved for a cabinet that Rich is going to hang tonight.
The pouf balls are hanging from the ceiling, along with an assortment of fairies and Christmas balls and charms, using fishline. I couldn't take a good picture of it to show you but maybe you can see a bit of it in the second picture. It's where my desk used to be and all of that looked like ideas popping out of my head. Since I couldn't get away with that kind of thing over a desk shared with Rich (his ideas are not pink and poufy) I left them there. I think they look nice over the reading chair (just relocated from the family room!)
Today I worked on my books a little bit and then I decided I couldn't do another thing until I cleaned the office. Enough is enough. So I took everything out of the office and into the front hall, cleaned, windexed and vacuumed. And then, with random stacks and boxes of things still populating the front hall, I pooped out.
Tomorrow I'll tackle those stacks. I'll file and toss and box up for donations and banish things to a dark corner of the basement.
I think I told you once before that my hometown is a papermill town. And as I was coming up, the mill still blew a whistle to mark the beginning of the workday, lunch break and the end of the day. And we could hear this whistle at home. "Get out of bed...didn't you hear the whistle? It's after 7!" or "There's the whistle...it's lunchtime" or "Hurry and get in the car! The whistle blew and we have to go pick up Daddy!"
Today, I swear just before I pooped out, I heard that old friend blow her sound. "Hooooooooo....."
If they were to sort the whole of us into groups of those who deal with it and those who avoid it (whomever they are and whatever it is) I would be with the bunch who avoid it.
Here are some real life examples:
Sometimes when I sweep, I make a pile and I leave it there under the broom, which is leaned against the wall. I'm expecting the broom fairies to take care of the rest. They've yet to come.
I am fond of storing my files in lots of folders directly on my desktop. Once every so often I will "clean" the desktop by making a folder called "clean" or some crazy derivative like "cleanup" or "cleancleanclean" or "desktop cleanup" and I will dump all of those files into it. As a result I have an elaborate web of these such folders, dating back years and years. I think my computer is so full of files right now that it is going to bust wide open and files are going to fly everywhere.
My books go undone for months at a time, marked by a lumbering pile of unopened envelopes towering in my in-box.
And I'll stop right there to avoid risking losing you all in a wave of disgust. Besides, I think confessions are best 3 or fewer at a time.
I have a list of things that I've let go too long and its accumlative effect is to make me feel quite unbalanced. Weeks go by, each starting with me saying "yes, this is the week I'll..." and fill in some monumental task that I really need a team of extreme people to come in and do for me.
Alas, it's just me. And too many weeks have started with the goal of doing this or doing that only to find me in the same place, buried even deeper, the next week.
You know what they are fond of saying these days about big girl panties and all that goes with them. In the weeks to come, I'm commiting myself to a lot of tcob kinds of things.
I can't say how this commitment will play out in my blog. I can guess that there will be days when I'll ramble on forever about something or nothing, just to avoid the monster of a task planned for that day. And I'm sure there will be other days when I'll emerge wartorn from some room that has become a depository for forgotten things, perhaps with a photo of said things to share. Still there will be other days when I will be cross-eyed and bloodshot from a marathon of number mumbling, cross referencing from paper to quickbooks, a finger to hold my place.
Today's monumental task...tackling my freakin' books. (I will supplement this task with a sweet tea from McD's and will punctuate each reconciliation with a chocolate treat)
First, I wanted to show you these sweet houses that I just finished...
These are on their way to a special customer but I'm feeling inspired to make more like them. Maybe when I need to refuel after shoveling through the masses of things I've swept under the rug, I'll have some to share with you.
Isn't it funny how a little thought can gain momentum in your head and soon become a full on memory?
Yesterday I saw an abandoned shopping cart on the side of the road. First I thought about how I'd heard about some stores in the metro area having trouble with people taking their carts out of the parking lots. So much so that they had to install them with an alarm which would go off when the carts were taken outside the perimeters.
And then I thought about how expensive shopping carts are and wondered if it were general knowledge how expensive the carts are if people would still leave them, abandoned, on the side of the road.
Then it came, the memory.
{Cue dreamy music and wavy vision}
Johnny Davis was bad. Very bad. For one thing, he smoked cigarettes in the second grade. His hair was greasy and slicked back. He wore stained t-shirts and dirty jeans. Every other word was a bad one, even when he talked to teachers. He was in a fight every single day, doling out nosebleeds and bruises. He laughed a sneaky little laugh, like a villain on a cartoon. He was bad. Very bad.
In the Summer of 1981, Johnny Davis got a new hobby. In addition to picking on girls with big frizzy hair, he started taking shopping carts from Safeway. One by one, he'd take a cart, push it down the alley by the Yarrington's house and, with one great shove, deliver it into the creek.
My brother and I often fished near the site of the great shopping cart pile. We first discovered a problem when our hooks got snagged and broke, always in the same place. And then one day we caught him red handed. Bad, bad Johnny Davis. Badest man in the whole damn town.
We hid in the bushes and waited for him to come again. What was he doing? Why was he dumping the carts in the creek like that?
After a while of doing this every day, many times aday, the proof began to emerge from the water. The tip of the shopping cart iceberg.
Johnny Davis was eventually caught and sent straight to jail. Well, maybe not jail but he was sent away. And everyone talked about how expensive those carts were. More than anything though, we were all puzzled by the senselessness of it. Why is someone driven to do something like shove shopping carts into a creek, over and over, all summer long?
Was it fun? It didn't seem like fun. It seemed like work.
The craziest part of this whole story is that Johnny Davis is now one of my brother's friends. I actually talked to him not long ago at a party but all I could really manage to do was shake my head and remind him of how bad he was.
He's so normal now...and even nice, if you can believe that. How can you go from being that bad, criminally bad, to being a nice, normal person? I suppose lots of people do it.
It would be interesting to do a follow up with all of those bullies of my childhood. Is George Case a nice, normal person now? Does he have children whom he reprimands for doing things like building nests in a little girl's hair on the school bus? Or is it a houseful of hellions, cursing and spitting and daring?
My money's on the latter. I think Johnny Davis is an exception.
Speaking of who's nice and who isn't...guess who Daisy thinks is pretty nice. Me. Awww shucks. Thanks for nominating me for the nice matters award.
p.s. My mother asked me not to use Johnny's real name. He's married now to the granddaughter of one of her churchlady friends and she thinks it's terrible that I'm "digging up all of this old dirt" about someone who's trying to lead a respectable life. I'm still using George Case's real name because old wounds heal slowly and I'm still not over that nest he built in my hair on the bus 8 second trip.
I went to the grocery store today. I meant to just go quickly, get a bite of lunch, and then shop for something for dinner tonight and tomorrow. Just a quick trip. It should've been.
Two hours later, I found myself with just a handful of sweet things, like these apricots, and still wandering aimlessly down the aisles.
First I had lunch at the cheese counter (a wonderful salad with gorgonzola cheese and walnuts and pears and a drizzle of balsamic vinaigrette). And while I ate I had a chat with my favorite cheese guy. We talked mostly about why they'd taken the cheese flight off the menu. We talked too about pasteurization and how we wished we could get younger unpasteurized cheeses here in the States. After lunch, I grabbed a cart and started shopping. And then I saw these sweet apricots. Tell me, have you ever seen such a sweet fruit? I have to admit I bought them mainly just to show you. Silly, I know. But I mean, just look at them! They look like itty bitty hineys.
I continued, dreamlike, through the aisles, picking up this jar, admiring that label, talking to the meat guy about why he thinks I should get a cast iron pan. So you can plainly see how two hours later I was still there. Maybe I needed that little bit of a vacation smack dab in the middle of my day.
I know I needed these apricots. Dinner tonight? Parmesan crusted chicken with a side of pasta and a light tomato sauce and garlic bread. Tomorrow we'll have a simple Asian-inspired salad.
Years ago when I was planning Inspire Co. (uh, could it be 7 years ago?!), I found an online community of women entrepreneurs. It was connected to Victoria Magazine and their Business of Bliss campaigns. Through the years members have come and gone and the forum has changed hands and names a number of times.
Recently, three of the original members have created a brand spanking new community to empower and inspire women entrepreneurs. It's called Women Take Wing. I have great hopes for it. I think the spirt of it is strong and encouraging. It is already a vibrant and active site...and it just opened!
If you have a business and a dream for it to grow, take wing! And find a whole community of kindred spirits who'll help you through. Click here to see what I mean.
My friend Melanie showed me this giant cupcake cake last week. Can you believe your eyes? Wouldn't this be a delightful birthday cake? It would be so much fun to decorate, that's for sure. It's available at Sur La Table here.
Seeing this cupcake reminded me of a line of ornaments and decorations that I'd been considering adding to the holiday offerings. Won't these be fun? What do you think? Should I order them?
Okay, I'm caving under the pressure and I'm going to post a spoiler for Club Little House. June, look away dearie. Anyone else who wants to keep it all a surprise, you should avert your eyes.
It looks like the little house people hopped on the worldwide web, logged on to the little version of Inspire Co. and ordered some teeny tiny glitter houses. Just to give you an idea of scale, the cardboard box in the background is 1" cube. Anyone who's shopped at Inspire Co. before (the big version) might recognize the printed tape on the itty bitty box.
Do you like?
Now put it out of your mind and pretend you never saw it. Just like when you found the key to the attic at Christmastime and saw the Strawberry Shortcake, Blueberry Muffin, and Apple Dumplin' dolls. Oh wait. That was me.
This is a very sweet fabric book that I bought from Cheryl. She embroidered the words "The Sweetest Things" to the front. I'm planning to tuck in sweet notes and other inspiring bits and pieces to make this fun book a sort of inspiration album.
For a long time, my dear friend Lesley has been talking about a bundle of pink things she's been saving for me. And last week, she sent it to me.
It was wrapped so sweetly, so simply.
My favorite is the sheet music with the curly haired girl whom Lesley said reminded her of me. And pink photo corners? Vintage? Yes, please! I love the brightness of the pink spool and the pink bias tape. And the pink vintage clothing tag reminds me of going downtown to shop at Leggett's with my mother, and their green vinyl floor with tiny squares and the center wide staircase that seemed dangerously tall.
How about these fabulous bags? There's about a hundred of them! Me-ow! I love them!
Did you spy the Doris Day sheet music for "I Speak to the Stars"? Speaking of Doris Day, did you know that this saturday, starting at 6 am, a full day of Doris Day movies is scheduled on TCM. Yes, indeedy. Starting with "My Dream is Yours" which has a sweet and clever Easter animation, combined with live action with none other than Bugs Bunny. It was Warner Bros. afterall! I'll see if I can find it on You-tube.
Anyway, Saturday is a line up of 12 back-to-back Doris Day movies, taking you all the way to Sunday morning. Pure bliss!
I'll be back in a bit to show you more sweet things. You really wouldn't believe the parade of fabulous things marching through my door everyday. Especially with Club Little House in full swing. Holy moses! You just won't believe your eyes!
I took pictures of my contribution (still underway, I hate to admit) and I'm sitting on my hands to keep from showing it to you. Maybe a peek?
My boxful of inspiration courtesy Lilli arrived this weekend...and what magic!
Well, just see for yourself...
Lilli hoped that she'd recreate the feeling she had as a child opening a gift..."pure Heaven" she said. That's precisely what she did for me. I had so much fun opening bundle after bundle...feeling so inspired I could burst with it all.
The colors are all so vibrant and yummy. And the details! A feast for my eyes!
One of my favorite things is the needlebook-inspired token book. Isn't it wonderful? Each of the tokens is removable. It's just so lovely and so beautifully made. And thoughtful! Just listen to this: "Perspective: Look at things in a different way. Ask yourself how everyday objects would look if they were made with unusual materials. Always write down your ideas for future reference." I love it!
You know me...I love the candy too. I love how it looks. And I love how it tastes. The tiny meringue-like candies taste almost exactly like ice cream cones (the kind we'd get as kids in a rainbow of colors with phoney names we'd adopt for the day...like Louise and Mary and Agnes...am I the only one who remembers those cones?!) These candies are called "Iced Gems" by Jacob's Biscuits...Lilli bought them at a British imports store.
I told Lilli that I have plans to pack the inspiring patchwork bag full of magazines and books and head off for the biggest, shadiest tree in the park. I'll pack a snack and while away the afternoon. Ahhh...someday soon, I hope. When this heatwave passes. Yes.
Lilli also included a little satchel of bits and pieces from her collection of India-inspired textiles. I adore the vibrancy of these...they are alive with color! Yet so delicate and petal-perfect.
The polka dot scarf reminds me of a bubblegum machine. I love the whimsy of it..."pure perky color" Lilli says.
The children's illustration cards are from Lilli's collection of vintage children's book. She went through them all looking for dolls and dollhouses just for me.
She also included two of her paper packs...chockful of amazing papers and sparkly things and the most wonderful crocheted flowers. Oh so yummy.
I can't believe how much joy and inspiration is packed into this one box. It must be magic. It'll be a long time before I'll bring myself to use any of this...I just love it too much to see it change into something else.
Not yet, anyway.
If you'd like a bite of this eye candy for yourself, visit Lilli's Etsy shop.
My sister Jessica made this purse and cellphone holder for me...don't ya love it? She's only been knitting for about a year and it's really all the girl talks about. She even made up the pattern for the little pouch! Want one? I bet she'll make one for you. I think she's running out of things to knit...next thing you know, I bet she'll make toilet paper cosies.
I'm late in sending my things in for the Silver Bella Inspiration Swap. I still have to wrap them up and send them out but I thought you'd like to see.
3 things that I think will inspire my partner... a fat quarter, an Amy Butler pattern, and a handful of vintage pink buttons
3 things that inspire me... silver glitter, a jar of ribbons wound on spools, and a box of goodies.
3 things I've had for a while but never used... a paper flower kit from Paper Source, Frenchy velvet iron-ons, and a sheet of vintage pink flower decals
& something I've made that I think might inspire my partner... collages made on small stretched canvases
And last, but not least, what was my father carving???? It's a monkey! I think he's going to make a few more and hook them together (you know, like a barrel of monkeys!)
I can really hardly believe that today is friday already. The days just slip through my fingers. Now that my parents and Seth have cleared out, I have a lot of catching up to do.
Club Little House littles are arriving every single day, by the stacks! I'm as happy as Christmas to open them and take a peek at the fantastic detail. I'm finishing up my own batch of littles and it's inspiring to see what others have done.
I'd better get busy with my day. I'll poke in this afternoon to show you some things I've been meaning to show you. Hope your day is fabulous.
These wonderful sterling silver bracelets just arrived. Rich had given me one as a gift when we were in San Francisco. I love it so much that I wanted to share it with you.
There are three designs: One is engraved with the secret message on the inside of the cuff "And she lived happliy ever after" with pretty daisies on the outside. Another has the inspiring message "Live your best life" on the outside of the cuff. The one Rich bought me says "Remember" on the outside with the secret message "I am always here for you" on the inside.
big news from the cottage...
Trying to get back in the swing of things but I'm feeling so very tired. And so distracted.
Lilli hoped that she'd recreate the feeling she had as a child opening a gift..."pure Heaven" she said. That's precisely what she did for me.
