just a little sparkle

just a little sparkle

Under the name of a before and after blogger, are the words, “because we can’t leave well enough alone.”

Does this of remind you of someone?

Our master bedroom closet.  While it was a perfectly good closet, I had to go and change it.

I liked the closet, I didn’t love the closet.  You just know, the moment I saw that plain Jane, dull, sad closet, I was rubbing my hands together and my mind got to swirling.  She needed somethin’, somethin’.

If you want to catch up with the original blog post, this will whet your appetite.

https://sundayschildfullofgrace.wordpress.com/2016/10/20/going-back-into-the-closet/

Okay, so here is the follow-up.  The finale.  The finished project.  The glorious before and after.

Since this project began some 8 months ago, I have been searching for a flush mount chandelier.  I had lots of wants.  It had to offer a glorious amount of light.  It had to be girlie and pretty. It has to have crystals.  She had to have all that and be very reasonably priced.    The search took several months & while on line, several cups of coffee.  Similar to real life, when you least expect it, you find it.

Not only does the new light sparkle, she throws beautiful patterns and shadows all around. My silver trays filled with pretty baubles and such all twinkle.  The frames filled with pretty photographs shine. Plenty of light and sparkle to see the beautiful colors of coordinated clothing, shoes, belts, and jewelry.

Of course a huge thank you to Mr. Right for installation.  Sure, while up on the ladder, he had a few words.  I just kept holding the flash light (most of the time, steady) and smiling.

Here she is:

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…and just like that (8 months later), another “to do” item checked off the list.

What’s next?

Chat soon.

 

 

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God Bless America

God Bless America

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Today, Mr. Right & I prayed for our nation.

We begin a new season in our administration. The day was full of pomp & circumstances. Once again, we were witness to a peaceful transition of power.  Unlike so many other countries, this is part of who we are.

Every single day of my life, I am mighty grateful to live and thrive in such a tremendous country.

May God bathe our country, leaders and citizens with Grace and Peace.

God Bless America.

 

less clutter more happy

less clutter more happy

January is that time of year when cleaning up seems to be most popular.  Clean this, organize that, come on folks…. jump on the clean band wagon!  clean-me

While I don’t have oodles to clean/organize in our home (junk drawers are named that for a reason, if I organized that it wouldn’t be a junk drawer)  there are a few areas that could use some extra love.

Believe it or not, moving into a home 10 months ago, the kitchen hasn’t really gotten all tangled up.  Now, the pantry is a whole other animal.  We are still trying to figure out that area.  Jeepers.  Wow, what a conglomeration of items.  A few matching baskets or bins is not going to help.  It needs major before and after action.  Pretty much a huge, two person undertaking.  Yikes, not really up for that right now.  Fingers crossed an expedition to the big city for the Home Show, next month will conjure up some glorious solutions.

clean-up-2Lotions, potions and cosmetics.  I took one grocery shopping bag and filled her up.  Yep, if I couldn’t remember when I purchased it, out it went.  Clean sweep.  Very freeing.  (I recently started using  a magic marker and put the date on the bottom of products, so I know when it is time to toss.)

Did you know, in the military,  KP stands for Kitchen Patrol?  I sort of wish it stood for Komputer Patrol. Okay, so computers don’t start with the letter K.

CP.  Computer Patrol.   This month I am  focused on computer clean up.

I went through and deleted/hid oodles of sites and folks that just don’t make me happy any longer on Facebook.

Next, I subscribed to   https://unroll.me   This site is so easy and has been so helpful.

So far this brand new year……..by using this really super, duper simple site…….I have unsubscribed to 120 sites coming into my inbox.  I have rolled up 48 sites that come to me a couple of times a week, which I can look at and open if I wish and have kept 61 sites coming into my inbox.

I have unsubscribed to several blogs that no longer lift up my spirits or health goals.

I cleaned the actual computer.  I frequently use the lap top.  So while I am guessing most of clean-whistleyou never, ever have snacks or drink juice or coffee near or around your computer, that is not the case with me.  I took one of those cans of air and really cleaned between the keys.  I use the correct cleaning cloth to clean the screen.  Golly gee, I even cleaned the mouse and the stand that the computer rests upon.

Yep, she is clean as a whistle.  I just smiled while I typed that.

I went further and deleted several pictures that are no longer relevant.  Don’t fret, I still have every single grand picture and picture of my dog….those are a glorious clutter of happiness!

I am sharing this because, well my shoulders feel lighter.  It seems cleaner and more simple.   The computer doesn’t seem so muddled.

In this together, friends.

Please share any and all ideas for a clean sweep as we embark on a brand new year of goodness.  I would love to hear your ideas.

Here’s to less clutter more happy!

Chat soon.

 

 

true north, part 2

true north, part 2

20170115_184824_resizedThank you so much for all the nice comments and words about our new vinyl ceiling decoration.  In the feel good department, your words  are kind & top-notch.  In other good news, it didn’t fall down and this is day two!

The new year brings about the need to regroup, choose a different less traveled path, fine tune our direction.

It’s that time of year, when I search for a new word that will lead me through a new year.  I am stumbling, feel off-balance and haven’t quiet figured it out yet.  Oh, I have some runners-up.  I just haven’t quiet put my finger on it yet. I’ve looked up so many words.

I am tired.  As of late, I am tired of fussing and worrying and fretting.  You know, the middle of the night when all those ridiculous and not so calm thoughts invade a person’s sweet dreams?   Sometimes, I get up, walk around, reorganize the place mat and cloth napkin drawer.  Anything to regroup, get my mind to go a different direction.

I chose the word faith for a few days.  I want to have more faith in myself.  More faith in my study and research and choices. Much more faith in the direction of health and wellness that I have chosen.  I need to like myself more. Somewhere deep inside, I want to be more patient with myself, have more faith in me.

When you listen to Twyla Paris sing, “True North” you get a sense of direction.  She sings about a strong steady light that is guiding us home.   I want to continue to create that pull. That almost unbreakable magnetic force that leads our children’s spirit towards us.  Yes, I want them to venture out and explore and go on amazing adventures.  However, I want them to feel the need to call home and tell us all about it.

Is she talking about our faith in believing in the ultimate “home”?  I feel the need to make my direction more clear-cut, more focused.  Work towards that goal.  Somehow restate my/our purpose , our direction.  I want to work on the more focused direction I need to be going. I want to try to let go of my need to help “save” others.  I recently read, “yours is the only life you can save.”  

Is my word, family, home, up, compassion, focus, world peace, empathy?

Paris closes her song with, “We need an absolute compass now more than ever before, True North”.   The world in which we live, seems to be a hot mess.  Somewhere we have peaceforgotten to take care of each other.  Our compass is spinning.  We need to focus on the care of our families and each other, the rest, will fall into place. I want to focus more on my family and close friends. Friends who are willing to let us be apart of their lives.

This  blog post seems to be all different thoughts and ideas scattered all over the page.   I can’t seem to focus on one topic, or direction.

20170103_145107_resizedBefore this past weekend: as you look up, the ceiling as you come into or go out of our home. Plain, dull, empty

Now look up, there guiding us, is the direction 20170115_184824_resizedMr. Right and I want to go.  We want to end up on the same page, in the same place. Oh, we know exactly where we want to end up.  It will just be a lovely reminder that we are on the same page.

Sort of a gentle nudge that even with life swirling around us, we are on course.

Oh, I didn’t realize that “my” word would find me.

Direction, that’s my word for 2017.

What word have you chosen to follow?

In this together, friends.  Would love to hear where the new year is going to take you.

Steady as she goes Captain. 

Chat soon.

 

 

 

 

 

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In all my excitement I penned a much too long a post.  I think I will save for another day. This week sometime, for all you curious souls who want to know the “why” behind the project, I promise to share.

Instead of telling you why I chose this decorating gem, I think I will just show you sets of beautiful before and after pictures. .  Yes, good news, I remembered to take before pictures!!

Things you will need:

Vinyl decal   I bought this one from:  modernwallgraphics.com

Your own Mr. Right to: grumble, fuss, question your decorating sense, climb the really tall ladder, get a stiff neck, worry, talk poorly about the company that made said decal and then leave you a note in the morning saying how great it looks and so glad “we” did it.

A really tall ladder.  Thanks R & S for allowing us to borrow the right tool for the job.  I was briefly toying with the idea of putting our ladder on a table.  There was only one thing that could go right with that idea and about 504 things that could go wrong.  So heads up kids…….. Use a safe ladder for the size ceilings that you have.  Having folks allow you to borrow their handy, dandy, safe ladder makes this project slick as a whistle and safe.  Don’t forget safe.

On with the show!

Time for the before pictures:  Just look at that sad, dull, plain, clean slate of a ceiling.

Oh, and now the not so glorious during photos:

and now, drum roll please……….The beautiful glorious after photos!!!!

PS.  More good news, similar to after painting, when I scurry out of bed the next morning to see if the paint stayed on the walls over night, I did the same with the vinyl decal.  Thanks to my fretting, worrying, fussing, wondering, fingers crossed………yep, it is still up there!

Swoon.  I sort of love it more today than yesterday.

under a common moon

under a common moon

Mr. Right said, come out here and look at the moon.  Okay,  but I was just out there not 10 minutes ago.

The night was pitch black, a bracing cold that sent a chill right to my bones.  Okay, not “Vermont” cold, but very cold for Washingtonians.

orange-moonOh, that moon.  Sort of took my breath away.  Bathed in a wash of orange color.  Huge and round and gorgeous.  Yes, I am more of a night owl admirer than I am a morning sunrise girl.

Years ago, when Mr. Right would be gone away for weeks at a time during the military, sometimes, I would step outside of our military housing (just so you know,  it’s so quiet outside a house with two little boys inside) just on the porch.  I would look up at the sky and take a deep breath and know we were sharing the same moon.  No matter where he was in the world, we were under the same common moon.

I felt somehow better and would go back in for another round of being a mom (and dad), home school teacher, referee, cook, laundry lady, story time lady …. and on the list went.

I can’t seem to get a handle on balance and calm lately.  I am trying every trick in the book to push the blues back and keep on a steady keel.

When I stepped out and looked at that gorgeous moon, I sort of felt this rush of people who were out there under the same moon.  It helps me to remember there are other humans dealing with the exact same things I am.

There is  a group of people who are worried and fretting about healing and wellness.  There is a group of people out there who have lost friends and loved ones & are grieving.  There are a passel of folks out there, under the common moon, who are trying to center themselves and find solid ground. Trying to find happiness and purpose and direction.

All of a sudden, I don’t feel so alone.

Finding and celebrating people who have chosen to heal naturally and who are thriving. People out there who have to figure out how to keep taking daily medicine every single day. People who don’t think I am crazy for studying and researching an hour a day.

I tell myself and smile, there is a big group of people who are quietly not judging me.  Quietly cheering me on and lifting up my spirit.

I felt like seeking out other pet owners who are trying to learn how to live gracefully with an aging pet.

In a good way, I felt humbled and happy to step into the corner of people who were trying to regroup and renew their faith in their choices and people they surround themselves with.

When you are looking up, you can’t really see the color, nor age, nor political choice of the person next to you.   Big huge announcement, no one (with any intelligence whatsoever) cares.  

What we do care about are that the people we stand with are kind, considerate, thoughtful, silly, educated, giving and just plain nice to be with.

No one, I repeat, no one wants to stand under the same moon with a person who acts like  a worm.

I haven’t felt much like writing.

Thanks for waiting and checking back.  I have been wondering, trying to find my direction. Dipping my toes in crafts and books and being a home body.    No one wants to read dull, dreary, sad-faced writing. Heck, this writer doesn’t want to write dull and dreary lines.

Some of the best days lately have been texting, talking, emailing,  sending letters to my boys and girls.  All four kids are over 30 years old.    Ha, even when I am 90 years old, they will still be my boys & girls.  70 something men & women, who will have even more developed senses of humor and intelligence and good manners.  Even though they live many states away, we are under a common moon.

My sister-in-law and friends live thousands of miles away, we are under a common moon.

Mr. Right has to work late, this time of year, we are under a common moon.

You will find me there.  Standing under the moon tonight, my beautiful sweet dog next to me…. throwing good wishes up and catching all the goodness that is thrown my way.

In this together, friends, under a common moon.

Chat soon, promise.

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a good luck poke

a good luck poke

The pincushion tomato was most likely introduced during the Victorian Era.  Folklore tomato-pin-cushionteaches us, that by placing a tomato on the mantel of a new house guaranteed prosperity and repelled evil spirits.  If tomatoes were out of season, families improvised by using a round ball of red fabric filled with sand or sawdust.  The good-luck symbol also served a practical purpose – a place to store pins.

20170102_213250-1_resizedI made this lavender pincushion in 1972.  I was 10 years old and this was my first project in my sewing 4H club. I am not sure the light purple blob has any good luck or not.  I can say, with certainly, it has kept all evil spirits away from my sewing basket for more than 40 years.

In theory it is a sweet idea, however, it doesn’t work. The pins don’t stay pushed in.   The material is double-knit, the filling feels like cotton batting, and it doesn’t have any weight to speak of. I made it using a canning jar lid and ring.

A pin cushion that doesn’t work, isn’t very useful.  However, I have kept it all these years because it makes me smile to remember the beginning.  It doesn’t work, but for some reason, it whet my appetite for more to come.

You all remember my 2017 goal of making a pin cushion for every sweet person I need a gift for?       https://sundayschildfullofgrace.wordpress.com/2016/12/07/poke/

You thought I was kidding?  No, not kidding.  I am on a mission to make  at least 12 pincushions this year.  Let me be clear:  pincushions that are equally pretty & useful. While I do wish for them to be keepsakes (and full of good luck), I honestly don’t want them20170102_213305_resized stuck in the bottom of someone’s sewing basket never to see the light of day.  It is my hope that the cushions will be poked over and over and over again.  I hope they are loved and used and become worn with happy use.

First pin cushion of 2017 is finished!!!!  She also comes with her own designer pins.

I made several pins last night.  I wanted to include something unique or pretty or charming to poke into each cushion. Some look like dragonflies, some have hearts, a few have stars, while the rest are glass stacked beads.

My first pin cushion this year,  is for a retirement gift.  The recipient is a crafter and does lovely work with beads.  I thought it might be the perfect small gift to offer up as a celebration.  I wanted to make something special.

I ask you, who among us wouldn’t want to receive a hand stitched cushion with our initial highlighted?

In addition to using buttons from my button jar, I stitched good karma, love, prayers, kindness and oodles of good luck into this piece.  I am sending it off into the world stuffed with pure goodness (also known in some circles as crushed walnut shells). I also included a loop for her scissors to be tied with a ribbon.

May this new year be a time of bathing others in small gifts of thoughtfulness.

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In this together, friends.

We could all use a little poke to remind us to be more thoughtful.