Sometimes the very best souvenirs are the ones you snap in a photograph, scoop out of the sand, or pick up off a hiking trail. I’m not talking about trash; I’m talking about the sand your kids bring home in plastic bottles from the beach, the smooth piece of driftwood you found at the lake, or –as in my case–the five, rounded stones you pulled out of a dried up riverbed while hiking in the deserts of Utah. You and I promised ourselves we would do something with them, and we always want to take something home with us to remember our vacations. Why not combine the answers to these problems? Two birds with one (or five) stones? Let’s turn those rock souvenirs into a super usable and simple-to-make rock cairn door stop.
I feel like I just offered up some excellent fodder for a Jeff Foxworthy joke. “You might be from Appalachia if”…in this case, you feel loved when your significant other likens his/her love for you to his/her love for biscuits and gravy. Being from the state of West Virginia, I would take that compliment any day, because…well, have you tried biscuits and gravy? Some banjo player many moons ago loved this breakfast combo even more than me. HE told a fiddle player, and they wrote a song about it. And their sweethearts were very happy. Probably. Or at least they got a good laugh out of the ordeal. But me, I’m doing my part too. In the name of love for our darling dears (and my love for the Appalachian ways of expressing affection), I bring you four valentines inspired by folk songs that are sure to make your honey feel loved.
When it comes to pumpkins nowadays, I am all about eating them in as many forms as possible and less about finding elaborate ways to decorate them. Is that an old lady thing to say? Carving one is way at the bottom of my fall bucket list this year. Super messy. Then it rots. And I don’t even get to eat it when I’m done. Blah. But I do have some pumpkins that I must do something with—something that doesn’t involve glue, glitter, paint, or carving—something like getting them all gussied up to be the most dapper, dressed up pumpkins you’ve ever seen!
What happens when you peruse Anthropologie’s website and watch too much “Fixer Upper”? You want everything to be copper, but you can’t afford to buy the copper stuff. So, you gather up junk and paint it with copper spray paint. That’s what. And sometimes, it ceases to look like junk when you’re finished; truly, it could have come off the shelf at Anthropologie with a price tag of $50. Thankfully, though, the masterpiece to which I’m referring— this copper-dipped bamboo succulent planter— rang in at about $7, making my penny-wise little heart very happy!
I had resolved to NOT decorate the trailer for Christmas. I’m no Scrooge, it’s just that we always go home to WV for Christmas, and by the time we get back to Mississippi (on January 3rd) I’ll be ready for spring. But I let my creative side get involved, this wine bottle nativity scene happened, and that resolution was over. The decorating snowballed to include a Charlie Brown Christmas tree that we plucked out of the backyard. It’s so petite—bless it—that it can’t support lights, so I ornamented it with some mauve lace from my craft stash and the contents of my jewelry box. It’s a very girly little tree and a wholly unorthodox setup altogether, what with the wine bottle nativity scene and all…but sometimes it’s fun to see what you can do with stuff you already have :).
Figuring out how to decorate the tree proved a bit difficult. Asa and I tried putting lights on it, and the poor thing nearly crumpled. We only had two ornaments, both pretty heavy, that we attempted to hang on it. One broke after the tree’s twiggy little branch gave way, spilling sand from our honeymoon all over the kitchen table. Asa gave up after that, and the only small, sparkly stuff I had left to try was in my jewelry box. Doubtfully, I put it all on the tree and added a piece of lace. And you know what? The bracelets, necklaces, and earrings on our little evergreen are kind of pretty and, I realized, also very meaningful for me.
Good afternoon friends! I hope nobody will be bummed that this post involves no candy canes, pine, or other Christmassy things. I’m just not ready for that yet! I am still at Thanksgiving, counting my blessings with this bouquet of thanks I made for my family’s living room centerpiece.
When I think of Thanksgiving, of course I reflect some on the historical aspect of it, how Native Americans shared their bounty and taught Europeans the life-giving skills they used to survive. Whether some people were invited or not, and in the face of the tensions that existed at that time and afterwards, they celebrated together.
Good afternoon friends! I don’t know about you, but my week has been full of good things. I had some sushi, learned that it’s not ok to crop people’s fingers out of pictures while editing, bought some beets that I’m going to bake into a cake (we’ll see how that goes), and FINALLY made a shadowbox frame for the moths I drew 🙂 .
The entire day I have been drawing a blank on what to say about shadowboxes or how to tie a tidbit of my weekly experiences back to shadowboxes. They are pretty uninspiring all by themselves. One thing I just couldn’t get out of my head, though, was that I painted my shadowbox gold which clashes with every single wood-paneled and country-flower-bedecked corner of our trailer. So that got me thinking about what other items in my house are kinda out of place, strange, or just plain ironic. And so here you have it: a photo diary of the odd collections, decorations, and storage habits of the Mullennex family for your enjoyment.