Once upon a time, ages and ages ago and miles and miles away from where I now sit– a custom was born. Wrapped in the spirit of giving, tokens of appreciation were first swathed in pretty paper in Ancient China during the 2nd Century B.C.
The ritual has grown quite a bit from the fibers of bamboo, hemp, and rice straws that initially intertwined to make the first wrapping paper.
However, its sentiment is still there… what it symbolizes endures. Continue reading
My roses are not perfect. They are from my front yard.
The vase is not an antique or “brand new” from a famous designer. I paid $6 for it at a second-hand store. Continue reading
Interior Designer Barbara Westbrook grew up in Lynchburg, Virginia, situated in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains and in the heart of the Bible Belt. She remembers accompanying her mother to Mrs. Jackson’s Antiques Shop as much as attending services at church, “You could say I grew up shaped by Jesus and antiques.”
Problems move us (even First World Problems!)
We decide in which direction.
I think Matt still wants me to wear this bracelet even though I am home.
“He is here, listen closely, hear Him calling out your name. He is here, you can touch Him. You will never be the same.” -Bill Gaither
Last Friday afternoon, my mom and I got to sit outside on my patio. After being in the hospital for a week, getting to sit in my backyard on a cool April afternoon was closer to heaven than I ever imagined it would be. We were flipping through home décor magazines, sharing little tidbits, when my mom said, “You know, God is ALWAYS all around us. But sometimes we get so busy by other things that we do not see and feel Him. It’s not He that’s moved away, it is we.”
I love mixing patterns of the same color. Embroidered napkins are from Mt. Vernon in their “Mt. Vernon Toile.”
This past weekend, Saturday morning to be exact, I remembered something. It was one of those moments where you didn’t realize you were searching for anything, but then it finds you and you have that peaceful, settling, “oh, it all makes more sense now” moment. If the question, “Who has influenced you the most?” had been posed prior to Saturday morning, my immediate answer would have been, “Jesus and my mama.” But now I realize there is a third part to my answer: Designing Women. Continue reading