Salvage shopping is to me like going to a museum, an art
exhibit, or taking a trip in a time machine. Saved from the wreckage or demolition of
the walls that surrounded them, the history of these
treasures whisper their own uniqueness and have much
more appeal to me than anything can be mindlessly made from
a mold or found new in a catalog. Even broken pedestal
bases can be ornaments that fit right in to any garden, yet
carry with them the ghosts of a past era.
I often discover ornate doors, mantles, and other pieces
that I absolutely fall in love with and want to rescue, but
realize that I cannot give all of these vintage treasures
My enjoyment comes from imagining the history and where
these pieces were displayed before being displaced.
Were they part of a plantation or an estate? Whose
lives did they enrich? Were they witness to elaborate
balls as women in corsets and voluminous gowns gracefully
danced by them? Do these treasures carry with them the
secrets and confessions of those who lived around them?
Whatever their stories or origins, even the bricks found at
salvage yards have potential and a history all their own.
It's FALL, Ya'll!
September 24, 2009
Fall officially rolled in this week and although itís still
in the 90ís here, I am anxiously awaiting that first day
that the wind begins to change and the leaves begin to
rustle, and that feeling and energy that fall brings can be
felt in the air. Fall transports us from the salt
spray days of summer spent at the beach to evenings at home
in front of a warm glowing fire. Something I look
forward to during this time of year is one of my favorite
aromas in the world Ė Thanksgiving dinner! This is the
season in which I get to pull out my Claire Burke pumpkin
strudel potpourri oil and give the house a hint of the scent
of bringing the harvest home. The yard changes from
vibrant greens, blues, pinks and reds to a
rich autumn landscape of burnt orange, yellows, and
auburns, with an occasional cluster of pumpkins. Gone
for a while are the days of sticky humidity (and bad hair)
as days of crisp, clear, cool air is a welcomed change, once
What are your fall
October is here, and so is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.
People and businesses throughout the world are doing their
part to raise funds and awareness in furthering cancer
research. Please note that raising awareness is more
than buying something pink and falling into the marketing
concept of "breast cancer awareness."
Click on the image
to read my courageous sister's story where she
shared her thoughts and feelings while facing the challenges
of breast cancer.
schedule your routine annual mammogram and remind at least
one friend to do the same! Oh, what the heck.... call
I'm starting to think we're not the only ones living here! I've
been suspecting for some time that we have a house gremlin,
but I haven't been able to prove it yet. I see a
pattern, though, and I think the little critter is just messing with me!
There's a place for everything and everything is in it's
my rule the theory goes.
Then, one day, something is not where it has been kept for
years and years and there is no explanation for the bizarre
disappearance of this object. The crime scene is taped
off and an extensive search begins. The missing item
is nowhere to be found and it is eventually believed that
the house gremlin has been at mischief again. That is, until mysteriously the item is found in a place
where it never even belonged! I really have no clue
how this keeps happening.... but one day I'm gonna catch me
September 1, 2009 -
A couple of weeks ago my daughter's cat (and our family cat)
of 18 years was euthanized, and the loss and circumstances
left us so sad. This little sweetheart has some might big
paws to fill, but she has already made us leak a lot of
giggles and awwwww noises. Her name is Lily because of
the significance of the flower and in remembrance of her
special predecessor. Nothing heals a broken heart
quite like new love.