Vintage Girl 1960

A few years ago, I started my first blog and small business, White Lace and Promises. The inspiration to start a small business and a blog came from a sweet little shop in my small, rural town in Georgia called The White Rabbit. The shop was a little cottage filled with white Shabby Chic and a garden of whites surrounded the property. The White Rabbit was filled with pinks and pastels, baby soft and textured linen and more white dishes and colored glass than I had ever seen. The owner taught me how to recognize original marks on Milk glass and pottery.  I wanted to create a booth with the same idea in mind. I rented from incredible friends who gave me an even greater appreciation for the finer antiques. My greatest love is junking and turning trash into treasures. Shabby Chic continues to be my favorite, but I enjoy pickin’ for all vintage wares. However, PINK and White remain my favorites. You guys have heard my beginning and walked it with me.  Just thought there maybe some out t

My Preacher Daddy would say to me, "Gal, you gotta find an outlet, something that you enjoy." His was fishing.  It took me 50 years, but I found it when I started blogging and junkin'.  It's been also 5 years since I've done it consistently.  Daddy was right about many things. I spent last week cleaning, de-cluttering, selling, purging, organizing.  I spent this week  junkin', buying, painting, collecting and cluttering. So much for The Cozy Minimalist. On Tuesday, I went to pick up some things from Amy at  Farmhouse Dreams   She lives in a neighboring town, 55 miles from me, but still...so worth the trip every time. I'll share my purchases next time.  They're still in the car with quite a few other items.  I take things out one at a time...you know the mister. She lives on what I call a country road.  It was a beautiful day, and I so enjoyed getting away from the noise and traffic.  I think I could hear the Falls from her driveway.  So peaceful.

https://tdorsaneo.blogspot.com/ So I'm trying to do this Wednesday Medley thingy with Terri from Your Friend From Florida.  I hope I'm doing it right.  We'll see.  I've found a few of my blogging buddies that I lost, but not all of them.  Debby from My Favorite Things suggested that I try a linky party.  1.   It may be a little shocking, but National Static Electricity Day is January 9!!  Do you often get shocked often when you touch metal?  Yes!  I've always had very fine hair.  As a teenager, my long, straight hair would stand straight up.  My mama used to say I looked like I had stuck my finger in an electrical socket.   2.  There are actually two "National" days worthy of mention! It is also National Law Enforcement Appreciation Day.  Our men and women working in many areas of law enforcement put their lives on the line for us daily.  Do you know someone working in law enforcement who you can thank today? I had lots of friends at h

Oh what a beautiful day!  Windows up, doors open, sun shining, breeze blowing and this was my view during my quiet time this morning. Callie has no claws and can only dream of chasing the birds that she follows with her eyes, but she does love sitting on the window sills. The day began with more calls about items for sale. I listed, sold and delivered this today. Has anyone read The Cozy Minimalist?  I haven't, but I want to. It's a top seller on all markets. I think I'm coming right along with the purging. I visited the local Help Center, a thrift shop, and found this large piece of Canvas Art. By the end of the day, my excitement had waned when I realized how hard I had worked for just pennies, so to speak.  I enjoyed junking for an hour or so.  I purchased an item in an antique store by accident, as in, it was an accident.  I knocked over an $8 framed print and had to buy it.  Ugh.  The manager wasn't very nice. Just about as nice as I told the

Letting go of the past and looking toward the new year, I press on.  As I was praying this week and seeking God for direction, I remembered the verse that seemed to resonate within me the first year that we moved here (Nashville).  It actually was paraphrased this way, "Father, I pause this morning and look to you.  Fan the flame within me.  Bring life to the gifts you have imparted to me that I am a living testimony of You." I always thought that moving would open doors of ministry for me.  That he would use my gift to provide income.  Well, maybe it wasn't supposed to be that way or maybe it was.  Maybe I was exactly where HE intended for me to me.  I do know that He never wastes anything. To say what I'm trying to say, I've been consistently seeking God.  Not just his will, but HIM.  Of course, in my seeking Him, in the middle of my prayers for more of Him, I often cry out for my own wants. My prayer went from praise to, "God, can't you give me