I have felt a little bit like I’ve been in a bubble since we moved here this summer.  I have the places I know and can get to without a GPS and then there is the rest of Minnesota.  When I lived in PA, I made a point to get out and about every couple of weeks.  It was important for creativity to step away from my computer, studio, and home for a while.  I’ve made little trips here and there, but there has been so much to keep me busy at home, that I haven’t done as much exploring as I would like.  So, that bubble is pretty small right now. I decided I really needed to get away from the house this week, so I checked out a local antique store and I am so glad I did.  Not only did I find some great stuff, but I

I remember the very day I typed “home decor blog” in the search bar for the first time.  I didn’t know such a thing existed until a friend told me about them. That’s a thing?  I thought bloggers were all guys in their basements ranting about politics and sports!   Well, obviously, I figured out that wasn’t the case.  That first search was like inserting a key and opening a door to a world where my people were all hanging out together. Sarah was ripping the carpet off of her steps, Layla was renovating her small cottage in Alabama, The Nester was sharing about the desire to clean and organize that accompanies fall, and Melissa was sharing all of her decorating wisdom.  I was so inspired and immediately wanted to be a part of it.  So, I started a blog. Fast forward to now and, while many things have changed, I

It started years ago when I was a newlywed, just getting into yard sales and antiques.  I was doing my usual Saturday morning thing – touring neighborhoods, looking for fluorescent poster board signs, open garages, and driveways lines with discounted treasures.  I followed signs into a cul de sac and my heart sped up.  In the driveway, I could see an antique wooden cart.  I barely put the car in park before my feet hit the pavement and I was running towards the cart. I frantically searched for a tag.   No price!  Does that mean it’s sold?  Or it was never for sale to begin with and someone was playing a cruel joke and taunting me with their antique European goat cart?   I took a breath and calmly inquired about the price of the cart.  It was for sale, but it was $250.  My heart sank.  I was