Thursday, September 30, 2010

Cow Rock Cottage...


Source: Southern Living
  
I have mentioned before that North Carolina is one of my favorite states.
I grew up in North Georgia, about thirty miles from the NC state line.
My husband and I dream of living close to those mountains again someday.
One of our favorite hikes ever was in Cashiers, North Carolina.
Crisp Fall weather and gorgeous waterfalls made for some great memories! 

The Cow Rock Cottage is built in that great little city, and it was featured in Southern Living back in 2009.
I can literally picture myself drinking a fresh cup of coffee and reading my favorite book on that dock.
I love those punches of green in the family room, and the built-ins on the wall in the living room are amazing!

This house and these mountains and that dock sitting on the water...
yeah...that pretty much sums up what I dream of when I close my eyes and let my mind wander.

What about this home inspires you?




Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Nester's Fantle Party and a Question Answered


Nester is having a Fantle Party today, which can also be called a Fall Mantle Party. 
Since we don't have a fireplace, I thought I'd show you the side board in our dining room. 
I showed it to you a week or so ago, but I've added the wheat and wanted you to see it.
I think it adds a little texture!

 Here's our front door and the small Fall wreath that welcomes people to our home.


We added this shelving in our kitchen to display all of my white dishes and pitchers.
I just added my orange owl this Fall.
He came from TJMAXX, and I {heart} him.
He's now convinced me to add a few more punches of color to the shelves!


I don't know about you, but I love driving by homes and seeing the glow of lamp lights.
Is it weird that I enjoy that?
Anyhoo, here are a couple shots of our home with the lamps on...
just in case you're like me and enjoy the look of a house all lit up with lamps!


Okay..so a few of you wanted to know a little more about the shutters that we added to these windows.
In this post, I mentioned that our neighbor was replacing all the louver doors in their home.
We put them in our garage because we knew they'd come in handy.
And handy they have been for us!
My husband cut them off at the length that we needed them to be,
and then he attached a piece to the bottom part so that it would match the top part.
Does that make one lick of sense?
If you look closely at the top part of the shutter, you will see the thick band of wood across the top.
He just attached the other end to the bottom of our shutter so that it would match the top.
You can't even tell that he did it.
It looks like it was made perfectly for those windows!
They were a nasty wood stained color, so he just painted them black and aged them.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Before and Afters, Part two..Edited.


 This is a picture of our living area that I showed you a few weeks ago.
It wasn't until after I published that post that I realized how much I didn't like those bare windows. 
I've lived with them for two years because I don't like to decorate a space in my home
just for the sake of decorating
I can sit with something bare until I figure out the look I'm going for in a space.
There was something about seeing the picture of this room that motivated me to figure it out and finish it.


We decided to add some old shutters to each window, and it made all the difference.
The Chinese print that we brought back from our trip to China is framed out perfectly now.
 I also scored that delicious lamp at our favorite store...Homegoods!
That store never lets me down.
It's perfect in all its chunkiness.
{the lamp..not the store...the lamp is chunky} 
I'm so glad that I paid half the price as I would have if I'd bought the one at Pottery Barn that I've been eying.

So, my husband wants to know if we're finally finished in this room.
I know you'll all agree with my response....
I told him we were finished for now.

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Monday, September 27, 2010

Grateful for Mulan.























As the mom of a daughter from China, I am grateful for Mulan.
Lydia loves that there is a princess who looks like her.
 Of course, I love that Mulan is not only a princess, but also one tough cookie!

I struggle with letting her get caught up in the princess thing...
but, it's kind of like boys and guns.
You can refuse to buy them, but eventually, they'll most likely make one out of legos.

I've decided if she's going to play with the princesses, then I am going to be grateful for Mulan.
She doesn't just have a  pretty outer shell.
She's smart and creative and inventive and brave.
These are all the things we want Lydia to know about herself.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

We're just gonna call this a day...






Our power went off at 2:15 in the morning and never came back on until after 10:00 today.
This wouldn't have been such a terrible thing if all of us weren't miserably addicted to sound machines.





























It took all of us about three minutes flat to be wide awake.
Is there anything more miserable than being exhausted and not able to sleep?
No. There's not.
  The house was way.too.quiet.
Like...freakishly quiet.






























While I was awake most of the night, I wondered why in the world our whole neighborhood lost power.
I couldn't help but feel a little bit vulnerable.

Before I knew it, my mind had raced to a hundred different possibilities of things that could happen.
I think there was a movie about a whole city experiencing a black out.
Yeah.  Those were the kind of thoughts I had.



I tried my very best to get my husband to engage me in the paranoid conversation.
But, he wouldn't budge...not even for one minute.



Needless to say,
I'm the kind of exhausted that leaves you nauseated with a headache and a serious case of ILL.

And, I'm fairly certain that the only thing that'll make this day better is to head to my bed
and watch the season premiere of my most favorite show.
























Bedrooms courtesy: Pottery Barn

Good Night and Sweet Dreams and Happy Premieres!

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

It's official.


































Source:  My Home Ideas 

Fall has finally arrived, according to the Calendar, and not to the weather in Orlando.
To live on the positive side of things, I will admit there has been a charming breeze everyday this week! 
I guess we can hold out hope that it's slowly making its way down to the Sunshine State.
Welcome Fall...you're my most favorite season of all!


Tuesday, September 21, 2010

My Kindred Spirit, Anne.

I wrote here that I wanted to read forty classics before I turned forty.  
I don't necessarily plan to do a book review on each of them, 
but I couldn't pass up telling you what I adore about Anne of Green Gables.

  Marilla Cuthbert and her brother, Matthew, wanted to adopted a boy to help them around the farm. 
Instead, the orphanage sent them a skinny, freckle-faced, red-haired girl.  
Her name was Anne, and she was sure to tell you that it was with an "e."  
So many people in the town thought that they were crazy for keeping her and not sending her back for a boy.
Those same people often said how lucky she was that they kept her.  
It ends up, Marilla and her brother, Matthew, were turned inside-out through their adoption.
They were changed forever, for the better, because of Anne's presence in their lives.
 
Our family has had the overwhelmingly great honor of adopting a child.
And, I can tell you, she is not the lucky one.
We are.
We will never be the same because God saw fit to bless our lives with her.
Our lives have also been turned inside out with our daughter, Lydia.
God does this in all of our lives in different ways.
Adoption is one of the ways that he has chosen to do it in us.


There's way too much about Anne of Green Gables to share here.
I'll just share with you the two things that I loved the very most about her.

*She made a decision to celebrate the success of others.*
In one story, a girl from her class, whose name was Josie Pye, won first place in a contest.
Josie had been ugly with Anne on and off throughout the whole book.
Anne came home from the contest and told Marilla all about it.
"Josie Pye took first place for knitted lace. I was real glad she did.  And I was glad that I felt glad, for it shows I'm improving, don't you think, Marilla, when I can rejoice in Josie's success?"

The decision to celebrate someones success is life changing.
It changes all of your relationships.
There have been times when I have had to choose to celebrate even when I didn't feel it.
I'm amazed at how often my feelings have changed after deciding to rejoice in someone else.
Those times give me the chance to come face to face with what lives deep down in my heart. 
That deep rooted insecurity or jealousy is removed bit by bit.
Slowly, I "improve" as Anne put it.
And, I feel glad that I'm glad about someone else.

*Anne also chose to find the good in the midst of her plans being changed.*
Toward the end of the book, Anne has the opportunity to leave the farm and attend school.
This is a phenomenal chance that she has been given, since it wasn't in the cards for every girl her age.
Something happens, and she decides to move back to the farm.
{sorry...I cant' tell you what happened without giving too much away}
Anyhoo, many people were surprised at her self-sacrificing decision.
They argued that she shouldn't because of all the ambition that lived inside her.
One of my favorite parts of the book is her response to that statement.
It defines the state of her heart.
"I'm just as ambitious as ever.  Only, I've changed the object of my ambitions."
Oh, to be someone that can accept the changed plans that life sometimes brings with Joy and Grace.
I've had plenty of my plans changed by life's circumstances.
I'm embarrassed to say how many times I've handled those changes like a two year old.
This girl has been known to throw a doozie of a fit!
So many times I have been guilty of having an agenda for my life.
...every detail worked out in my little head.
When my life hasn't gone the way I planned, I've felt robbed.  
...like I had the best way or the brightest ideas for my life.

There is freedom in being able to accept the curve balls that life can throw us.

This great classic has reminded me to trust, not in my plans, but in the One who holds my life
{and all my plans}
in the palm of His hands.

Proverbs 19:21
Many are the plans in a man's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails. 

I'm unwrapping the gift of the Great Classics and how they inspire us to make good choices!
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Monday, September 20, 2010

Less is not ALWAYS More.



I kind of live by this motto:
"less is more."
Obviously, I took on this motto after the late eighties and early nineties!
Anyway, I really do think I could make an exception if it meant having a welcoming front porch like this.
 Nothing says, "Welcome Fall!" like stacked pumpkins, gourds of every color and cabbage filled pots!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Rewind to somewhere around 1989...
























Oh, how I loved rings on every finger, gold herringbone necklaces, Sam & Libby shoes in every color, clothes from United Colors of Benetton, and hairspray....lots and lots of hairspray.























I also loved, loved, loved thick eyebrows.  Thick eyebrows and big earrings and hairspray.  Can you tell?

These pictures are almost too much to look at, but I wrote about my big hair in this post, and some of you asked to see pictures, so here you go!  Can we still be friends?


Friday, September 17, 2010

No Turning Back


I gave it up.
I wrote here that it was one of the forty things I was doing before I turned 40.
So, I did it.
I gave it up.
There's no turning back, right?
I wanna turn back so bad.
But, I won't.
I won't turn back.

and now, for some strange reason, the song Living on a Prayer is running through my mind.
It could have something to do with needing extra help giving up this guilty pleasure.
Speaking of Bon Jovi, my hair looked freakishly like his in 1989.
I'll have to muster up the courage to show you sometime.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Join the Fight.







































Okay.  Meg from WHATEVER has given me...US...the most amazing opportunity this morning!
She went to Africa last Spring, and it rocked her Universe....rocked it like only a trip to a third world country can.
I haven't been to Africa, YET, but I  have been to India, and my world was also rocked to the core.
Her group took 11 suitcases full of stuff for the children that they would meet and love.
One of the things that they took were gobs and gobs of vitamins.
The kids were getting a vitamin each week, until they ran out!!!!








































Meg also said that each child gets one egg...sometimes just one per week.


Since they've run out of vitamins, Meg is giving us the chance to SEND MORE!!  
Here's what you can do....
EMAIL MEG at cdduerksen@yahoo.com so she can send you the address to send your vitamins.
TAKE YOUR KIDS to buy vitamins today.
MAIL THE VITAMINS 
SMILE because you are making a difference in the life of children.








































There were several in the group who went with Meg to Africa.  One of the ladies shared on her blog a real story written by a missionary in Costa Rica, whose name is Jaime.  I want to share it because it'll inspire you like it inspired me to join Meg in solving this problem for these precious children in Africa who need vitamins!

**All of these pictures belong to Meg**

(the part in blue is the friend of Meg who is writing about Jaime, the missionary in Costa Rica)
I’m quoting in full here Jaime, a missionary in Costa Rica.
She describes this incident where she delivers food to some desperate kids:

...“I’m gonna go fight poverty for two and a half hours.
2.5 hours on a Tuesday morning to solve the biggest problem in the world. What a joke.

We will show up with a bag full of bread and an armload of bananas, and the children will clamber around us like ducks at a pond. A bunch of little ducklings, falling all over each other for a bit of bread and a soft pat on the head.
And for 2 and a half hours we will laugh and play and eat, and we will talk about Jesus. And when we leave, they will be just as poor as when we arrived. Poverty taunts us as we drive away.
It’s overwhelming.
The problem is so big, and we are so small. It feels ridiculous… showing up to war wielding a loaf of bread.
Of course that’s how David showed up. Just a shepherd boy with some bread for his brothers, a kid who was quick with a sling shot. He chose for battle against a giant, not a sword, or the kings armor, but five smooth stones. And he won.
He said to the giant:”You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the LORD Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. This day the LORD will hand you over to me, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. Today I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds of the air and the beasts of the earth, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the LORD saves; for the battle is the LORD’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.” ~1 Samuel 17
I kind of love that.
I’m going to feed the ducks, now.
And then, with all my might, I will hurl a tiny pebble at their giant enemy. And I hope it hurts like hell.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

The Epitome of Farm living.

Source: Suziebeezie

Have I told you that I grew up with chickens and beautiful fresh eggs?
Way back then it wasn't necessarily trendy like it is today, but we still did it.
My parents would never be classified as trendy kind of people.
For goodness sake...my sweet dad still wears the darkest of dark blue jeans with a crease.
What are the chances that he's reading this, since it's on a computer? 
But if he is....
Dad, I mean that part about your darkest dark blue jeans in the very nicest way!
I never appreciated the upbringing that they gave me until I was long gone from their house.
Looking back, it was good to have to work in the garden and do all of the yard work and fetch the eggs.
I hated every minute of it while I was doing it, but oh the lessons I learned.
I spent most of my twenties trying to run from the inner farmgirl that lives in me.
Not anymore.
My entire thirties have been spent thanking God for all that my parents taught me.
Pretty much what I'm trying to say is...
I'm not gonna rest until I have some chickens and fresh eggs in my yard!
Someday!

Boys 2 Men...and I'm not talking about the group.




"Work"
By:  Anonymous

Work while you work
Play while you play.
This is the way 
To be happy each day.
Do all that you do
With all of your might
Things done by halves 
Are never done right.

We're working on memorizing quite a few poems this year in Grammar.
So far, this one called "Work" has been Seth's most favorite.
His reason:
He says it reminds him of his daddy.
Is there anything sweeter than watching a son watch  his father do everything?
I don't think so.
Andy doesn't do anything by halves.
It gives me hope that these two sons of ours will grow to be good men.


This is one of my favorite quotes about dads.
My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it. -Kelland

Unwrapping the gift of having a husband that is worthy to be watched here:




Monday, September 13, 2010

Better Late than Never.





 Melissa over at The Inspired Room had a party last week.
And, I'm just now arriving.
I don't know about you, but I break my Fall decorating into three segments.
In September, I pull out just a few things to bring in the new season.
Then, in October, I add in a few Halloween decorations to appease my kids.
And, lastly, in November, I add in some more Fall goodness to celebrate Thanksgiving.
{I try to drag this season out as long as humanly possible, since it's my favorite.}
I keep it simple.
Fall wreath on the front door. check.
Fall flag out front declaring to the world that it's Fall. check.
White pumpkins in my antique dough bowl in the dining room. check.
Indian corn in a glass vase with a bag of nuts on the dining room table. check.
My glass lamp in the family room filled to the brim with pine cones. check.
The apothecary jars filled with a couple more bags of nuts in the foyer. check.
My homemade gourd made by Mrs. Fouts, our sweet neighbor in Georgia, in the foyer. check.

And, last but certainly not least, 
I basically buy out the Mulled Cider candles from Walmart,
and I light them every single day until Thanksgiving.

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Sunday, September 12, 2010

Soccer is back in Session...







We had our first soccer games of the season this weekend.
Seth, our middle son in the first group of pictures, was asked which number he wanted.
His reply was #1.
Picking #1 would have been perfectly okay if he'd left his commentary out of the choice.
He told the coach he was picking number one cause he is number one.
Obviously, he doesn't struggle with low self esteem.
And, more obviously, we need to work on humility when it comes to sports.


We've decided that we have some of our best "photo sessions" with Lydia at the ball fields.

Luke is our inventive, creative child, who has been working to find a sport that he can love.
I think he's found it in soccer.
The coach let him play three out four quarters, and he did so awesome!
Can I just go on record saying that coaches make all the difference?
We've got a great coach that is highly gifted in teaching the sport of soccer and in encouraging every kid.
This is our second season with Coach Jeff, and we hope we have him every season!

Hope you're having a great weekend~

Friday, September 10, 2010

Swim. Bike. Run.




I'm Finally doing my first Triathlon.
I will start and finish, and I will cross it off my forty before 40 list.

And, chances are...I'll become addicted.

I wonder if I'll like it more than the half marathon I did in 2006.
Anybody done both and want to share?

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Did I mention that Fall is my Favorite Season?




Source: Pottery Barn


I'm pretty {okay...absolutely} certain that my front porch won't ever see beautiful Fall foliage like this.
Hi. My name is Tara, and I live in Florida.
I have to buy this "look" by the bag full at one of those big craft stores that we all love.
Then, I have to come home and throw them around on the porch like the wind did it.

If you are lucky enough to have beautiful leaves, promise me you'll give yourself this look on your front porch.
And, if you love me at all, please supply me with pictures.

It's usually about this time every year that I start to get a little sad that we live in the Sunshine State.
I'm choosing today to remember that we may not ever see true Fall weather here,
but it won't be long before parts of the country start having to work hard to shovel cars out of the snow.
Those are the days and weeks and months that I'm able to sip coffee on my back porch to perfect weather.

Wherever we are planted...
whether it's California or Minnesota or New York or Florida...
We can bloom and see the gift in it....
even if we only have two kinds of weather...hot and chilly...to enjoy and no beautiful Fall foliage.


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Monday, September 6, 2010

Be Ready By Nine.

The Yellow Door belongs to a great shop for Children  next to The BriarPatch



Love the upper-story windows....






















Perfectly screened in front porch!






















The Vines growing on a portion of this house and the custom blinds make for perfect curb appeal.























I don't think it's a surprise that Winter Park, Florida is a slice of Heaven for us here in Orlando.
I've only mentioned it 47 times here on this blog.
In fact, it's pretty much our favorite part of living here besides having these people here with us.

Saturday morning my husband informed me that I needed to be ready by nine.
This could only mean that he had planned a date for us.

I love that we still date after all these years.
It's not easy...and sometimes we go longer than we'd like, but we still try every chance we get.
Living so far away from free childcare family adds difficulty to it,
but we've decided that it makes all the difference.


We started at this place called BRIARPATCH, which is one of the best breakfasts in that area.
I don't know about you,  but I really struggle choosing what to eat when we go out.
The problem is....I love food.
I ended up getting two pancakes, scrambled eggs, some bacon and cheese grits.
Don't ask if I cleaned my plate because I'd embarrassingly have to admit that I did.

After we finished feeding our faces, we strolled down Park Avenue in and out of all the shops.
Oh, the shops!

This perfect date ended with doing a drive by.
We love to take pictures of houses that catch our attention and then talk about what inspires us.
Is it weird that we keep a collection of all our drive-by's in a folder on our desktop?

This weekend has been a lot of together time, and it's been great.  
I can't wait to show you some of the projects that we've worked on.

Hope you're having fun!~