I had such a lovely visit with my daughter, her husband and my grandson a couple of weeks ago. The days sped by with glorious adventures, time well spent savoring precious moments and before I knew it I was on that plane heading home to the blue skies of Texas. I have so many tales to share with you, but I am going to begin in a chronological order, so this post will be focused on Amanda's and Preston's Mid-Century Home. I find their home to be so cozy and welcoming and well, actually familiar because this home was built the year I was born. I enjoyed all of the wonderful details that Amanda has taken to showcase the beauty of her own treasures as well as keep the integrity of the home shining. She even made this jute lampshade and pillow. Entry way with antiques and special treasures. Stunning Vignette Mid-Century Homes are between the years of 1930-1965, these years reflect the rise of the middle class as they thrived and became wealthier. Ornamentation returned, as you can s

I woke up thinking of this song "How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You." Do you ever do that? Songs that seem to get stuck in your mind, for hours and days... Well, this song was written in 1964 and first sung by soul singer Marvin Gaye and the year was 1965. So, the song, these pictures and the events of the previous day and the day before that all seemed to go together for me and I wanted to share them with you...smile... Have you noticed the many moments, which are frozen in time throughout the ordinary hours of the day... The brief second of a perfect Spring blossom... The small details of brilliant green moss flourishing alongside a murmuring stream. A quirky, imperfect and yellowish lone tulip blooming ferociously among the weathered leaves from an unusually harsh Winter. Fleeting moments of giggles, rosy cheeks, and muddy boots of those who are the dearest to ones heart. Frothy clouds, plumes of grass, fresh raspberries, pig tails and skinned up knees... Dearest to my hea

For as long as I can remember I have delighted in decorating. Even as a young girl I would pick the red roses from my Mother's carefully tended rose garden to add a spark of color to my lavender toned bedroom. I will say this, I am not a decorator, I don't think I follow many, most likely any of the rules or techniques, I just plain enjoy it and delight in using the things in my home that make me happy. It is a joy for me to sort through my collection of flowers, treasured keepsakes, and this year is no exception. I would say that one of the glorious things about being older is I have quite a bit of stuff that I have saved and I am so glad that I have. I am not a hoarder-just a selective "saver of treasures." I am so glad that I have held on to my various acquisitions, not only are they precious to me, I rarely have to buy anything, unless of course I just have to...you know what I mean... For awhile there I almost lost my way, with Pinterest and all...thinking I'

The beginning of our week looked like this, truly a lovely snowfall. Of course knowing that most of the snow would be gone by late afternoon, made it so much more beautiful. Thinking of all of you who are so tired of seeing the white stuff, it will be gone soon-I know it will. I love the bright red cyclamen and magenta orchid on my kitchen windowsill framed against the pristine snow. Later that day-this is how fast the snow melted! Last weekend was spent with these two happy go lucky souls, they stayed with us while their parents celebrated their 12th anniversary in the sun. Going to build a bear was a must. All Grammy's must bake a few chocolate chip cookies for their grandchildren... Thinking of you all and wishing you a lovely Sunday evening. xoxoxo