White Wednesday

The nest displays have arrived!

I don't normally post about shop stuff but I wanted to let those who are waiting know. You can view them HERE.

Check out the farm table that Mr. Blessing is working on for me! He made me promise that I wouldn't post pictures until it's completed but I had to share a little peek. He's being super kind this week because I'm suffering from displacement. It's Marburger weekend and my vintage heart is crying because I'm here and not there. But a handmade farm table is good tonic. *smiles*

By the way, did you hear about the Alice Party? I can't wait!! Go HERE to read more about it.

Much Ado

This is my 700th post. But before you congratulate me, you should know that I've been putting it off for over a week. I have contemplated if there should be giveaway because that's what we do when we reach a milestone in blogging. But is 700 a milestone? 500 is a milestone. 1000 is definitely a milestone. 750 might be a milestone but I just can't make up my mind if 700 is something to raise hoopla about.

As with anything that we bloggers put our minds to, I figure that if 700 is a milestone that this post should have some "muchness" to it. But what should that muchness be? How do I determine to make this post different? I've had lots of ideas...

On KLOVE yeserday they were asking listeners to call in if someone blessed them over the weekend. So yesterday I was going to write about how you all have blessed me through blogging. On Sunday I was having lunch with my mom and we were talking about the miraculous healing of my sister. So I was going to post about miracles and how God has healed the relationship between my sister and I during the time that I've been blogging. The day before that I was shopping and found all sorts of things to use for creating. I was going to post about how bloggers inspire me to be more creative... even when I feel dried up. On Friday I caught a precious moment with my 12 year old son. I was going to post about being captured and honored and near tears as we both sang along to a praise song on the radio.

It's only now as I sit here putting it all in front of me on the screen that I'm realizing that you and blogging have permeated my everyday. All that I do becomes a topic for the blog. Every moment is a possible post. Every photo I take is with you in mind. I'm not alone in a homeschool victory or defeat any more. Every book that I devour in the quiet of the night... I dog-ear the pages that I want to share with you. When I'm awake, praying in the night, I know that one of you is out there doing the same. It's because of your presence here that I put some extra thought into my day... choose to make lovely not just make due... remember that I'm held accountable... that it's all a gift from God... that blog friends ARE real friends.

YOU are the muchness of this blog!

Goodie Bags

How was your weekend? Steve and I were busy making up goodie bags to ship off to Marburger. The lovely Theresa from Garden Antiques is having a blog party on the 28th and since the French Cupboard can't be there, we packed up an amazing assortment of gifts from our members that Theresa is going to hand out at the party! So if you're going to the Texas shows at the end of the month, stop by Garden Antiques at Zapp Hall and get a gift bag!

I couldn't get pictures of all the gifts that are going but here's a little sample...

Gypsy Fish Cozy Cottage

Gypsy Brocante

Savon Marie

Ewa I Walla

I took to the couch yesterday and didn't do a lick of anything the entire day. Well, I played on the laptop (You know how I can't do nothing). And while I was doing nothing/playing on the laptop, I came across the most wonderful site, Ewa I Walla. Here's their catalog if you'd like to peek. It's all so lovely, you have to go see.

P.S. Thank you for your prayers for my sister. She is still in the hospital and is recovering but having some trouble with nausea still so they will be keeping her until she's able to eat a meal without any trouble.

Vintage Black Friday

A couple weeks ago I got on a kick for black candles. But I didn't want new candles. I wanted old and sorta grungy candles. I guess they fit my rustic romantic theme. When I couldn't find the style that I wanted, I bought them new and rubbed them with ground cinnamon to make them look old. It didn't effect the scent of the candle when it burned because the inside is untouched. Now, the question is this - what made me think that I could buy "old" candles? And I actually spent a week looking for them.

P.S. If you have a moment... My sister is having surgery today. I would sure appreciate if you'd join me in praying for her.