Showing posts with label Divine Design. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Divine Design. Show all posts

It Is With Great Joy
I Can Now Show You Stufff

I told y'all the other day that I'd been having some camera issues that had greatly impeded my ability to document our important family days much less capture any fascinating blog content.

That, my friends, has all changed.

Sunday, we ate lunch at our favorite Mexican Restaurant with our dear friends, Sam and Lou. Imagine my surprise when she handed me a shoe box and told me she wanted to give me some shoes that didn't fit her. I knew something was up when Sam said, "Yeah, Lou said you had a big 'ole foot and she thought you may could use those." First, Lou would never have said such a thing. Second, you have to know Sam, but his being involved with this mysterious gift had me full well expecting something to jump out and bite me.


It didn't bite. It was this.

Oh my gosh, y'all. I absolutely love it. The pictures are beautiful and it does every single thing I could ever want and more. I would say I can't believe they did this, but again, you have to know Sam and Lou. They are forever on the look out for ways to bless people and my goodness, have they blessed us. I've hugged them a million times, but it only seems appropriate to thank them once more.

Now that I've taken pictures of everything in the house, I thought I'd show you a couple of projects I mentioned a while back.

The Girl got a comforter for Christmas. Remember my telling you I finally painted her room pale yellow to match? It really looks great. You will think me overprotective, but I'm a little weird about showing her whole bedroom. Even so, here is the fabric of the comforter. I've finally gotten over how grown up it looks.



I bought white letters at Hobby Lobby because she wanted her name on the wall. These were on clearance for $1.50 each. I painted them brown but they were too boring. I started playing with the idea of outlining them in green but when I got across the bottom of the letter, I decided I liked the look. I originally planned on using the ribbon to hang them, but that was looking awkward. That's when I decided to hot glue the bows and mount them straight to the wall. I think I like the result? I can't help but think they need something more but for right now, I have to turn attention to the curtains. I'm embellishing some white ones with fabric scraps from the bag the comforter set came in. Believe me, when they are done, you'll be seeing pictures!


Welcome to Under My Bed. What's so great about that you ask? The fact that you can see the floor - what else? There is now nothing living there but a few residual dust bunnies and my sewing table. I can't even talk about how giddy that makes me. While I was at it, I had Luke help me rearrange all the furniture. He wasn't thrilled until we were done. The new set up is so much more functional and if I can make enough money from my upcoming yard sale, I'll be shopping Target for my own new comforter. And guess what? I'll take pictures of it! *squeal*

Finally, this picture is of The Girl wearing more colors than should be allowed in one day.

Just because I can..




And the Projects Keep Mounting...

I mentioned in my last post that I was going to tackle cleaning out the closet. Tackle it I did and after two full garbage bags of throwaways, I can finally see the floor. However, I am still missing one tennis shoe and favorite flip flop that I'm hoping are under my bed. Under the bed just happens to be my next project.

*sigh*

Being a ministry family, we've moved a lot. As in we've lived in 9 houses in the past 11 years. Obviously there are lots of negatives to that type of gypsy/semi-nomadic existence. However, the one good thing is that instead of spring cleaning we just packed up everything and moved pretty well guaranteeing my closets and cabinets stayed acceptably presentable.

In June, we will have been at our current pastorate for four years. I think we have already beaten the record for the length of time ever lived in one home. That makes me 37 kinds of happy but the negative is there is not one organized, decluttered thing in my house - except for my closet. We've accumulated and it's major time for a purge.

With that said, I may be a little scarce. As if I haven't been anyway. But, I will try to document some of my project completions for your grins and my own sense of acccomplishment. Am I the only one who will stand and stare at a freshly painted room or organized space just because I'm so proud I finally got it done?

Yeah, it doesn't take much to thrill me anymore.

Okay, it's time to crawl under the bed.

Here's hoping nothing gets me.

A Romance Rekindled or, alternatively,
I Went to Hobby Lobby Friday

Once upon a time I was crafty.

This parenthetical season of life was pretty well limited to my years as a student wife at Clear Creek Bible College. I was cloistered in a Utopian bubble with many other women whose husbands were also called to ministry. To say I was intimidated by their multi-talentedness would be an epic understatement. In order to fit in, I tried my hand at sewing and also with other various projects involving glue guns and a plethora of Delta Ceramcoat paints. I was a little surprised to find I actually enjoyed making things for my home. I think one of my first masterpieces was a clay pot pilgrim and his wife.

Classy.


The more kids I birthed the less time I had to indulge any urge to create a table centerpiece with glued-on straw for hair. The sewing machine has been under my bed for four years and the glue gun is in the back of my closet in a Rubbermaid container underneath another that contains our old income tax records. They may have remained there forever were it not for a six-year old girl who got a new comforter for Christmas.

Yes, she asked Santa for a room makeover. Thankfully, Santa shops at Target so she was able to choose this bedding all by her self. She decided to leave behind the pink and purple of her childhood and graduate to a mature green, brown, and yellow palette. {It's actually a darling comforter. This picture doesn't show the reverse print which is actually the cutest part and the one we display.}

My precious girl has been waiting patiently since December for her mother to get the energy to repaint her room. This past week, I finally got sick to death of looking at all the pink and purple wall hangings clashing with the brown, green, and yellow. I had self-determined to take a couple days off from studying/writing and decided it was now or never to finish her room. SO, I used my days off to remove every fairy-themed thing from her room and paint her walls a beautiful shade of pale yellow all while watching the best movie I've seen in a great long while: Australia. {Y'all just have to see it. Nicole Kidman's perfomance was perfection. Brooke and I both agree we would now like to be referred to as "Mrs. Boss" by our children. And our husbands too for that matter, but then we enter the realm of "biblical appropriateness" and so it seems best to limit our desire for dominance to our children who have no say in the matter.}

{ Go away, rabbit. No time to chase you today!}

Problem is, this left her walls completely bare which required my asking what she might like to replace all the things we'd taken down. Her reply? "I want my name in letters on the wall like (her bff) Alayna's. And I want you to paint swirlies all over them like my comforter and hang them with ribbons."

*Gulp* Last time I checked that required the Delta paints and glue gun.

So as not to be a major failure in my girl's eyes and also to capitalize on the impulsiveness that started me on the project to begin with, I made a trip to Chattanooga with Michael's and Hobby Lobby coupons in hand. I should preface what I am saying next by reminding you I've not been in a craft store in years. With that in mind, my route took me by Michael's first. I only have one thing to say about that.

Michael's, I know you try, but the truth is...well, you are inferior.

I left quickly after not finding what I had in mind and headed over to Hobby Lobby.

Y'all. My breath. I still can't catch my breath.

I'm pretty sure there were angels singing the hallelujah chorus when I hit the front door and tried to take in what I was seeing before me. Aisles and aisles of brightly lit craft supplies awakened every ADHD/OCD tendency lying dormant in my overwhelmed body. There were adorable Easter chatzky's to my left, color-coordinated home accessories immediately before me, and rows and rows of flowers to my right. I literally had to chant to myself, "Lisa, one thing at a time. Concentrate. You are here for letters and paint. That is all. Complete the letters and I will allow you to return but ONLY when you actually complete the letters. Letters, Lisa. That is it."

And it was SO hard but I stuck to my plan and only got what was necessary to do the one project. God was obviously present with me because my letters? I found them on sale for 1/2 price! They were only $1.50 a stinkin' piece! Now if that isn't some divine favor I have no idea what qualifies.

So now, we've painted the letters with three coats of brown paint but I think they need one more to be perfect. I'm going to finish working on those tomorrow and hopefully have a completed project to show you soon. Do you notice I use the word 'complete' a lot? That's not accidental. I have this issue with starting with a bang and finishing with a whimper, if at all. So, y'all pray I'll keep striking while the iron is hot and we'll have a lovely new room to show for it when I'm done.

Now that the redecorating bug has bitten, I'm thinkin' I need to hit the bathroom next.

And that doesn't sound nice at all. I'm totally hoping y'all get what I mean. I really have no idea how to recover from that one so I'll bid you a happy Sunday night!

p.s. Post soon to follow with beautiful pictures of my son's baptism today. I'm still overwhelmed by our service this morning. I'll tell you all about it and the mad skillz of the girl who took the pics when I get them up. :))


I Blame It On His Color-Blindness

So, yeah. If you've been around much this week you've noticed a lack of depth in the posting department. That sentence makes me chuckle because it suggests there is some inherent weightiness on a normal basis.

I suppose that depends upon what type of load we have placed upon the scales.

Sorry. I'm being gross. Consider that a prelude to the baby poop I'll be telling you about in a sec. {Wait! Come Back! It's not what you think!}

Don't you wonder what in the world that has to do with my current kitchen-freshening project?

Yes, I am terming it a 'freshening' because technically we aren't remodeling anything. I'm changing paint and curtains and even though that sounds somewhat simple, please keep in mind I removed wallpaper border that came off in pieces that ranged in size from a dime to a quarter. This is the part where you will want to give me awesome tips on stubborn wallpaper removal that will make me wonder why oh why did I not ask you for your brilliance last week? {p.s. I used DIF and a Paper Tiger. However, the problem came from the walls not being primed all the way to the ceiling since border would cover the top portion of the wall. SO, the part that was so awful to remove was the part that was on straight sheet rock. Yay me, I didn't tear anything up! I was gentle, gentle church building committee! }

I think we've pretty well established I make Luke nervous when I start tearing the house apart. In order to keep things relatively calm, I finished the dining half of the kitchen first and have yet to complete the other. It may or may not get completed in the next few days. I'm praying my impulsive, ADHD, OCD'ness will kick in soon but as of right now, I'm pretty much gellin' even though there are two separate worlds going on in the heart of my home. There may be some spiritual implication in that. I'll think about it tomorrow.

In the meantime, let me show you before:

These are the purple walls from before along with the border. I have nothing against purple if it's on a great handbag - but as for the walls? It was lovely in its day but it's time for a change. So, it is with great joy I present...olive green.

According to Luke, olive green would be the subjective name of the color I chose. He prefers 'baby poop'. I'm not terribly troubled considering I have to match his greens and grays since he's totally unable to register those colors. Now if you tell me my walls look like baby poop, I will officially curl into a fetal position for a few days before I drag myself to Lowe's to choose a nice, safe shade of beige.



Here's the new stuff. Ignore the hideous vinyl table cloth. Just trying to protect a wood table from sloppy children and their drink rings. Also know that my curiosity cabinet is looking for a new home somewhere in my house. It will probably end up living in the family room but I don't want to make that move until after Christmas so we'll have room for the tree. We also intend on changing out the light fixture to something not so gold and putting in a fresh plantation blind. Instead of aaallllll that, please turn your attention to my yummy curtains. This lighting is destroying the fact they have the same shade of green as the walls. If you don't believe me, just ask the poor paint guy who happened to be on duty the day I went to color match. It's perfection - trust us. It only took 2 short hours and 4 gallons of failure to guarantee it.

If y'all want a deal on kinda sorta olive green paint, I can totally hook you up.

Also, these are also the chairs I'm considering painting black. What do y'all think? Would you do it? I really don't want the kitchen to look too dark but it really is a large room and has lots of great light so I think it can handle richer colors without looking too dungeon-y.

I'm liking the changes so far but I'm still not totally in love. I need something to hang in one spot that will pull the cinnamons/golds from the curtains. I also can't decide whether I want to hang a large clock or a mirror over a side table. So, obviously, this is still very much a work in progress. Or as it is currently, a work in pause.

So now you know what I've been up to. Anybody else ripping their house apart in prep for the holidays? I'd love to hear about your projects! And please, if you have ideas for my kitchen, feel free to weigh in.

UPDATE: For those of you who are asking, I got my curtains at Lowe's. BUT, I've just discovered the identical ones at my favorite Green Walmart packaged as Better Homes and Gardens. (Online they are packaged as Springmaid.) There are also a couple different color schemes if you aren't crazy about mine. Also look at Target. They have some that are almost identical but the colors aren't quite as deep and there is a little more sheen to the fabric. Here is a neutral color scheme that is pretty.




And In My Spare Time I Enjoy Tearing My House Apart

Thanks to a much-too-generous Lowe's gift card from some church members for Pastor Appreciation, I am going to attempt to get the kitchen painted and snazzed up a bit for the holidays. {Don't tell Luke. He'll croak.} I don't know why I choose this time of year to get into major remodel projects. I guess it's the pressure of , "I want my house to look pretty for the company I may or may not get around to inviting over." Don't get me wrong. I love the idea of holiday parties with lots of family and friends and freshly baked candies stacked on tiered servers. It's the follow through I have problems with.

Anyway, I bought some darling curtains I wanted to show you but can't find them online for a picture. And, as always, my camera battery is dead. Even though you can't see them, visualize big-block plaid with chocolate, rust, olive, and gold. Just beautiful! I'm so excited!

One of the other projects I want to undertake is painting our kitchen chairs. {I'm thinking black or deep chocolate} They are in need of some refurbishing and re-upholstering. So here is my question to you crafty girls out there: What is the best way to paint wood so that it won't chip and end up looking funky? They are good chairs and I don't want to mess them up. For obvious reasons, I'm really hope stripping is not in my future. {lol..that sounds funny} So if any of you trash-to-treasure miracle workers know of wonder products or techniques that will help, please, please help a sister out!

By the way, I'll totally be doing a before and after - as soon as I get some batteries.

That is if Luke doesn't read this post and ban me from Lowe's.

I'll Know He Noticed When He Yells

Luke hates it when I get the project bug.

I'm not going to lie about it - the boy has valid reasons. The chief among them is the fact I start well and finish rarely. It would be okay if I cleaned up my mess when I reached my 'over it' stage, but more often than not, he is the one left to haul off the wheelbarrow, wash out the paint brushes, and/or patch the holes in the wall where I got a little to zealous with the curtain rod hanging.

And that last little thing I mentioned? Let's just say as of right this second, he doesn't know about that yet.

Awww, man. He is going to yell and I dread it. My only consolation is that it is all his fault.

You see, I've hated my curtain rod for a very long time. The current one was very flimsy and always appeared like it was sagging in the middle. I found a great rod a few weeks back marked down to $9 from $40. Amazing, I know.

Anyway, let's just say it's been propped in the corner of the living room for quite some time and last night during one of my impulse organizing/cleaning moods, I decided I was going to prove to him that I could hang it myself while he was gone to a ballgame.

Now, the first thing I did was collect the tools I would need for the job. The problem is, the tools I really needed were locked in the building outside. There is only one key and Luke had it.

So, I improvised.

Ladies and Gents, I present to you Exhibit A (a.k.a. Stunt Tools I Found in the Junk Drawer)



The Cast of Characters:

Hammer ........ Really Heavy Wrench
Laser Level ...... Metal Ruler
Cordless Drill ....... Old-Fashioned Screwdriver

(I've no doubt every man reading this post is groaning about now.)

Really, though, I have to interject here and give credit to my stand-ins. That big ole wrench hardly dented the wall when I missed the anchors I hammered in. {Yes! I know what a wall anchor is!} And GASP, the metal ruler can still mark a straight line. Coolest of all, I felt so powerful using pure elbow grease for the screws instead of a sissy power tool.

As Tim the Toolman would say, "Argh Argh Argh". Or something like that.

So back to the point. I took down the old curtain rod and after noticing there was enough fuzzy dust up there to weave a sweater, I threw the curtains in the wash while I switched out the brackets.

The awesome thing is I was able to use the old holes which made the job supremely easier - that is until I realized the last set was screwed into a stud. I considered using the same screws for a half second but my OCD wouldn't let me hang a bronz-ish bracket on a black screw. So, I took them out.

Along with a smallish chunk of sheet rock.

Oh. Heck.

Thinking quickly, I soldiered through and made two new holes beside the old ones but far enough away to avoid the stud. {Avoid the stud. Could that be good advice to anyone today?} Through sheer determination, I got it installed. By this time, my curtains were washed so I re-assembled the whole shebang.

And just in the nick of time, too. About the time I got the whole thing together Luke walked in the back door.

Even though I was terribly proud of myself, I didn't want to point out the curtain rod because I knew he would inspect my work first off. So, I let it go for a while and sure enough, he never even noticed.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I said, "Honey, come here and let me show you something. Notice anything different in the window region of the living room?"

"Ummm, no?"

And then it hit him. Do you want to know what he said?

"I don't even want to know." {I'm still rolling. He's so predictable.}

"Did you use the same holes?!"

"Yes, sure did!" {And here's where I might have mumbled, "And a few extras.."}

"Alright. Well, it looks nice. Good for you." He walked off. Wheww...

A little while later he said, "You didn't use all the same holes."

I cringed and waited for the "Lis??? Why didn't you just wait for me to do it right? Now I'm gonna have blah blah patch the hole blah blah should have used the right tools blah blah blah."

You know what he did instead?

He laughed his head off.

Turns out I'm pretty predictable, too.

So anyway, after all that, I have a pretty new curtain rod. Now I've just got to get a new blind and my little window will be transformed. {Creative input: Should I do plantation white blind or wood blind?}

I completed one other project I have to show you. Do you remember when I told you about my little book-writing station? Well, it's dismantled until after the holidays. What was this, is now this:

So much less cluttered and now I can get ready for our Christmas tree! Can't wait!!

And since this is quite possibly the longest and most pointless post to date, I'm out of here.

Have a great Wednesday!


Move that Bus!

For those of you who have been following the drama that is the Play Room, the reveal is finally here.

This is the Before shot, when the room was still a junk-filled garage:




And TaDa!!! Here's the After:



My camera is having lighting issues so this picture in no way does justice to the adorable curtains I found at JC Penneys:


I wanted something that would work with our beloved Georgia Bulldogs without going all out and painting the parsonage walls Sic Em Dawg Red. We don't have any art yet but you'll be glad to know Ebay and I kissed and made up. We found a sports photographer who is selling disks of excellent action photos of the Bulldogs - particularly our favorites Knowshon Moreno and Matthew Stafford. We are having some of the coolest ones blown into posters to hang in black frames which will coordinate with the black entertainment center. How'd you like that whole coordinate thang? HGTV's got nothing on mine and Luke's mad decorating skillz. I promise you he's the only manly man you'll ever meet who doesn't think a focal point is what he sees through his rifle scope.

And since I mentioned the entertainment center, I should tell you that it is the darn heaviest thing I have ever lifted in my entire life.

On the day we finished the room, I ignored Luke's protests (a pattern 'round here) and insisted we get the entertainment center moved before the kids got home from school. He gave in so we positioned ourselves on either side and he gave the three-count. On three, he lifted and I lifted.

My end didn't budge an inch.

He hollered, "Lis! Why aren't you lifting your end?!"

Ummmmm. I am?

I found a better place to grab on and lifted my end a good three inches off the ground. Anybody looking at us would think we were in the World's Strongest Man competition carrying a refrigerator the way we were huffing and puffing. We scuffled inch by inch to the kitchen door where we had to walk down the steps into the room. I was seriously hurt by this point and couldn't walk one more step. So I rested. While Luke was on the downhill side still holding the other end on step number two.

And screaming at the top of his lungs.

Oh, it was a fine display of team work.

I mustered all my Jennifer Garner as Elektra butt-kicking capabilities and willed myself to pick up and move on. But let's just face it. Luke basically carried that thing all by himself which makes him like my Ben Affleck.

'Cept My Guy is much hotter.
And our kids aren't named Violet. Something for which I'm certain they're thankful.

I totally get it now that I am not Elektra and I will gladly assume my feminine, delicate, flower-like role the next time the lifting of heavy stuff is concerned.
I personally believe submission is a beautiful thing, especially when it keeps me from doing manual labor that hinders my ability to walk properly for several days.

Can someone tell me how I got from room decorating to Elektra? There's no way to recover from here people so I'll simply bid you a Happy Thursday.

Updated: A few of you have acted shocked our church would let us redecorate/remodel the parsonage - as well you should be! We've been other places where this would not have been possible. I feel it necessary to thank our congregation again for allowing us to make this house our home and also for the men who finished in the garage for the simple fact they love my children and wanted them to have this extra space. We belong to the most wonderful fellowship and are forever grateful for all they do for our family!

Can You Believe This Was a Stinkin' Garage?


(Insert the Hallelujah Chorus)

Would you take a look at my beautiful new good-smelling carpet? (I took a picture of the Showtime Hoops for contrast..And may I say it is a most excellent toy if you are looking for something to buy your boys for Christmas?? ) I only have a minute, but wanted to show you my awesome brother-in-law and hubby's mad carpet-laying skillz. I'll tell you more later about how we have a special kind of hard concrete and how wild cousins can be when they have a wide open room to run around in.

Above getting carpet in my room, I enjoyed a night of being with family. There's nothing better...Thanks so much for coming to help TJ and LB..Ya'll are best!!

What's next?

  • Paint the 13th coat of white paint on the door. (I painted over red..eek)

  • Clean the construction junk out.

  • Install curtain rods/blinds.

  • Cut off curtains, sew hems, and hang.

  • Move in furniture...

  • *sigh*



More soon!