A memory from my childhood...

As I little girl I remember blissfully daydreaming over the contents of a catalog my mom used to get called Victorian Papers. And just the other day while surffing the internet I somehow happened to run across their website. Talk about bringing back memories from all those years ago... and frilly, girly, ones at that!

A clever crafting/storage idea...

I saw this at Pottery Barn and thought "how neat" a crafting cubby for those of us who have no extra space in our house. The only problem (besides the price, although it is on sale for $199.99 instead of 299.99 right now) I have run into is that not only is all the floor space in our house used up already but the wall space as well. When David gets home tonight I think I will ask him what he would think of building a addition on our small home. It's either that or a giant hanging craft center...:)

Signs of Spring...

I must be in the mood for spring because today I:

1. Wore capris

2. Had a iced coconut latte

3. Let Annabelle crawl all over the front lawn

4. And planted sweet pea seeds

Now all we have to do is wait, and hope for the best.

Storage & Display

Leslie, right now I have this book checked out from the library. And it's on sale at Pottery Barn with free shipping right now for $14.95! It's got so, so many cute and " Stylish solutions for organizing your home."

Come on Domestic Ladies...

Its a cry for help. I have always had a craft room/office now as I make room for baby I am having the hardest time finding a way to put my stuff up that will still be useful and not be too much of a chore to use.

So can you will you, show me how you store your inspiring tools, or simply storage ideas that inspire you???

As it looks right now, its going to be spread in bits all over the house, and just the idea of that, drives me batty!!!

I heart you.

Happy Valentines Day to each one of you truly lovely, inspiring, domestic-at-heart ladies!

Birthday Invitations and the First batch of Valentines...

Our valentines and the big birthday party preperations have all been put on hold until my small daughterie is done being under the weather. We are in the middle of our 5th full day of dealing with a very naughty flu bug that has made itself quite at home in Annabelle's little tummy. Add a bunch of teeth that are trying to make an appearance and you have one very miserable baby and one very distraught Mommy. I am comforted by the thought that this too shall pass. And sooner rather than later, would be nice. In the meantime, here some pictures for you of my latest projects in progess.

And

Taken from a vintage 1925 Better Homes and Gardens...

I Want to Build by Chesla C. Sherlock

I want to build a house to endure. A house of generous size and low-flung roofs, caressed by the gentle shade of great trees, where Permanence and Strength shall be reflected. A house where little voices may babble in the ecstasy of babyhood, and grow to the full blush of youth, and, in the fullness of Time, come to maturity and age, and grow old, and nod, and sleep. A house where my children's children shall be nourished and fed and protected by these same walls which have sheltered and protected me.
I want to build these little lives which have rooted in the garden-soil of my soul so that they, too, shall endure. Build them so that they shall know the glory that Love is, the joy that Happiness is, the peace that Contentment is. I want to root them in the eternal truths and nourish them with the true ideals of usefulness and service. I want to build them unafraid-gentle as the daisies nodding in the fields, sturdy as the rock-ribbed hills, strong as Love.
I want to build a garden where Loveliness dwells. A garden where the lingering pictures in Memory's eye come into being and all the dreams I have dreamed of Paradise nestle at my feet in my own door-yard. A garden where mine enemy dare not come lest he, too, be charmed into forgiveness! A garden where the divine laboratory of Eternity lies in my hand and speaks in untold tomes the delights, the mysteries, the wonders of the Hand behind it all.
I want to build a home where Love will dwell. A home valued not by the dollars it cost, or the richness of materials or furnishings going into it so much as by the happiness it has created. A home which has grown dear and near because of the stress and storm it has weathered, the tears it has dried, the smiles it has caused. A home where patience and effort and denial have brought their treasures of happines and contentment and peace. A home where Love comes like the fluttering dove, and perches and dwells- unwilling to search elsewhere.
I want to build a home!

Compliments of the lovely Andi over at Tales of a Crafty Mama

Sugar & Spice....

Well being that my home and my mind are converted to all things Girl and knowing so many of the ladies around here have girls of there own, I thought I would share a project I just worked on. I was in a boutique and saw those adorable little hair bows, shocked at the price I eyed and thought I will make my own. So off to my jars and baskets full of ribbon I made a couple this afternoon.....

I can't even wait to see if she has hair! Thought some of you mommies of little girls would want to make some of your own!

Rhinestones
Flowers

Buttons

Ribbon

Use your imagination... I can't wait to stop by the craft store.. I have some ideas.. and these will look great in her closet on a little ribbon message board, clipped right on.

Following up on an inspiration...

So here is the cover for my very own " Scrap Scrapbook"

as my very own, very dear Mom calls it.

The papers I used come from My Minds Eye, a company with the most adorble papers, etc.

Their line, Wild Asparagus is a favorite of mine.

The first chapter in my Scrap Scrapbook is titled

My Favorite Things...What you see here are the beginnings of that:

I hope to soon add "chapters" on

Color, Ideas, Rooms, Decor, and Quotes.

I have been working on this little inspiration notebook late at night, after Annabelle and sometimes even David are tucked into bed. Such a nice way to unwind, surrounded by little snippets of beauty, sipping a cozy cup of tea, the voice of Nat King Cole, softly filling the room. I Often a feel a chill of decadance sweeping over me, followed by a nice long sigh of satisfaction.