Sunday, March 22, 2015


I'm super grateful that my friend Karen is doing great!  She's been battling breast cancer this year.  Her reconstructive surgery was Thursday and she is looking forward to her son's wedding this summer. Hooray!

I'm still under the weather.  It seems Mr. Infection hitch hiked from my sinuses to my middle ear. (I spend a lot of time saying, 'huh?') A is for Azithromycin--round two.  Sooo hoping The Super Bug doesn't hit anytime soon.  My immune system will be up the creek with no paddle.

Between naps and Nyquil , I've been binge watching "Parenthood"on Netflix. Anybody remember Craig T. Nelson from his days on "Coach"? Still love him. I've also been reading a ton of blogs.

Enjoying blogs is so much fun since, hey, I've got the time. I zig and zag getting deeper and deeper into recommended must read lists.  Here's a couple of observations:

1.There is a Universal Theme: All bloggers experience those awkward,awful don't-know-what-to-post-writer's-block times. It happens to everyone--not just me! 'Filler' posts are creative.

 "Upcycle Used Shoelaces As Decorative Bows!"  
"Fill Pillows Using Dryer Lint!"  
"Twist Twigs Into Place Mats!"  
"Lean Cuisine Boxes As Colorful Art!"

2.There are blogs on EVERY subject.  Cowboy has a retirement fantasy of us exploring America in an RV.  My worst fears were confirmed after reading -wait for it- a blog by: The Pop Up Princess. There is a whole world of folks updating and posting about their pop-ups. Who knew? The Princess, Larissa, is adorable.  There are lots of camper makeovers and great advice.

However, cramped quarters and damp bath towels hold no appeal--to this princess.

Have a great week y'all!

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Sunday Musings: Invite Spring into Your Home

Mama's Little Treasures
Spring officially arrives Friday!
This has been an especially rough winter for many of us. (My heart goes out to Bostonians.)  We look forward to and beckon Spring--especially this year.

When I was in Junior High School (middle school for you youngin's), I had a friend, David. I called David to 'hang out' one day and he said he couldn't; his mother needed him. "It's the first day of Spring."  I'm thinking 'ya, so what.' He made it sound like Thanksgiving or Christmas--like I should know the significance of the day.

It seems that every Spring, David's mother had a tradition.  Mrs. Holt did the regular cleaning and organizing. The house would be spit-cleaned and polished. Then, on the first day of Spring, she would open every drawer, every cabinet, every closet, every window and every door.

Mrs. Holt was letting all of the old and stagnate air out of the house. She was inviting the transforming energy of Spring inside. Looking back on it now, I think that she was showing great reverence and respect for her house. She was paying homage to her home, her family and their belongings.
What a lovely tradition.

Thursday, March 12, 2015

Am I Confused?

Here's a little somethin'-somethin' for you to consider. (I felt the need to blow the pictures up.)

What I see when I approach a house

                                                                        isn't necessarily what I see when I step inside.
Do you see any similarities?
                                           Charles Manson            photo by


Sunday, March 8, 2015

Sunday Musings: Burnin' Through the Bucks

I'm typically a healthy gal.  It's not often that I get 'gotta-go-to-the-doctor-sick'.  But when my head was thumping, breathing became a chore and my coughing sounded like the soundtrack to a horror movie, I made the call. 

I know they are a friendly lot at my medical center.  But, I was feeling crummy not chummy.  So why do they each ask, "how are you today?"  I wanted to hiss, 'If I was good, I wouldn't be here'!(I can be a grouchy bee-atch when I don't feel well.)  I nodded and replied, "OK." as any well-brought up, Southern Girl would.

In the exam room, I sit on the end of a metal gurney and swing my legs to and fro making the paper crinkle under my butt. Then the monkey that lives in my mind starts to swing from vine to vine:
I like Dr. T.  I wish he would come in already. Can I throw my dirty tissue into the Medical Waste Bin? They need to paint this office. What an awful color.  What is that box of chopsticks on the counter labeled "Flu"? Wonder if they would miss one if I take it? I'm soooo tired. Yawn .Can I lean back?  I decide to lean back and doze. My legs look broken at the knees. I look so stupid. SIT UP LINDA! I pop up just as Dr. T opens the door.

Dr. T comes in and (after asking me the rote how you doing?), takes a peek inside my ears, up my nose, and into my eyes.  When he asks me to stick my tongue out he shines his penlight down my palate and makes a scrunch face.  "What?!" "What?!" I plead! Dr. T. ignores me like I am petulant child. 

Out comes the stethoscope. "Breath deep." I  in-in-inhale, then let the air out in a woosh followed by my unexpected braying cough. Eeyore.

Dr. T's scrunch-face reappears.

"You have bronchitis and sinusitis.'' announces Dr. T.

Two shots, and two breathing treatments,two blood oxygen tests later, I am escorted back to the front desk. I clutch my a prescription for my Hydrocodone (silly bureaucrats-think-it's-a-street-drug and should be regulated like heroin) cough syrup. Speaking of drugs, I could pass for someone going through withdrawal.  My hands are shaky and I'm amped up on the steroids.  Sweet Receptionist tells me my other prescriptions have been called in to my pharmacy.

"Today's office visit comes to a total of $427.00".

"Whaaaaaaaa the .....REALLY?" I think. Perhaps my shaking has affected my hearing?
 "4-27" .  Four Hundred and Twenty Seven Dollars.

I dig out my MasterCard and blow the cobwebs off it.  ""You do take credit? With still shaky fingers I hand over my credit card, smile and say, "I guess I can't afford to get sick anymore."

"We'll call you tomorrow to see how you are doing."

I hope the call is included in the $427.

Lucky for me the prescriptions were only $148!  I'm just blown away by a simple infection costing so much.  Maybe I'll call Dr. Phil's "Doctor's On Call" and get a cheaper diagnosis.  Anybody tried the Doc on Call yet?
Happy Daylight Savings Time.  May this week be warm, sunny and delightful!

If you were gifted $500 instead of having to spend it.  What would your guilty pleasure be or your responsible payment be?

Lots of love,

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Thow in the Towel, Towels

No Lovelies, I haven't thrown the towel in--even though I haven't posted in a long while.  But other folks should throw in their towels. Consider giving them an extended life as rags. New towels are not expensive!

Look at these fluffy new towels. Even draped on hooks they look lovely.  New towels rule.
The Yellow Cape Cod
If there is one thing that is a common denominator in most of the houses I consult on, regardless of price, it is crappy towels. 

Here's a little peek into a few of the Towel Offenses that I've witnessed.  And, yes, the owner's know I am coming and that the house is to be 'show ready'.

Dirty towel.
Don't matched towels.

Old, use ta be black towels.

 Sad towels.

Faded towel.
 Slung towels.
Used-too-long-wet-nasty towel.   
Snakin' towels!
 Rolls gone wrong towels.
Don't match-don't care towel.
Flippin' initials on old embroidered towels.
Patriotic towels.
Stop and Go towels.
Geriatric blue towels.
Just all wrong towels.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

Sunday Musings: Decor Tour?

Katherine, Southern Charm, Bravo. Love her expression. Just how I'm feeling.

I was at the dermatogist this week.  The nurse began in a monotone with her questions, "I see you don't have any issues, etc." until she got to the bottom of my form. There was a line for occupation and hobbies. (I assume they want to know how much time you spend outside and are exposed to the sun?) "You're a Stager!  I love decorating!  I watch HGTV religiously!"  She went on and on telling me her house was 'OK' but it needs 'something'. She told me, "I need you."

After the doc inspected every inch of me, we resumed our chat. I mentioned that I had considered offering a 'Decor Tour'. I would take folks out to some of my fav shopping haunts and have a traveling workshop.  She jumped at it and said to sign her up.

So here's the rub.  I really had not thought it through when I mentioned.  Her enthusiam was contagious. this is a good idea?  Maybe other folks would be interested? (Not to mention it would provide an additional revenue stream. Hello!) 

I'm lovin' the idea of my 'Decor Tour' but it has me stumped on how to pull it off.  Oh 2015, you are delivering me a task that is sooooo out of my comfort zone.

So I'll ask you folks if you have any words of wisdom, thoughts, ideas.

Maybe I should just stick to staging.....

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Sunday Musings: Points of Pinterest

Don't we all love Pinterest?  We can click and save, click and save.

You youngin's might not get this....but in days of yore, we cultivated stacks of magazines.  These oldies were tombs for future reference.  My stash of mags had corners folded, scrappy notes poking out and sticky Post-it's marking points of interest.  My magazines sat in a basket patiently waiting for the day I would rescue them to be reopened and appreciated from a new prospective.

The fun was in the process.

The process was allowing myself a bit of time to sit and explore.  I would flip through, snip around, then select and paste in a journal or folder ideas.  The fun was flipping through the old pages.  Often, I would reread articles or see one I had missed.  The fun was recovering an image I thought was save-worthy.  Funny how many 'what-was-I thinking' moments I had.  "Keep" or  "ditch" was not always clear cut.  I was absorbed in considering options. The process  of editing was part of creating.

The process took time.  It  required judgement.  But, oh Honey, how it spurred ideas extraordinaire.  This time sucking indulgence was one that I adored.  It was an indulgence of fruitful intention.

Yes, Pinterest, I love you. It is awesome to have a collective resource.  Amazing that we can borrow others creativity.

But there is something lost in the accumulating of images and the discernment over what shall stay and what shall be purged.

As in life, it not about the goal, it is about the process of getting there.