Vintage Girl 1960

 I know. I know. Not yet.  Thanksgiving has always been my favorite Holiday. It's easy. It's family. It's quiet reflection and a day to pause and thank God for His provision, His mercy and grace and our manifold blessings in Christ Jesus.  This is the first time in 6 years that I am living away from my children on Thanksgiving. I didn't know my heart would ache so badly. I have so much to be thankful for, and I am-but I'm sad too. I'm trying hard not to dwell on what I am missing ...Harper's 7th and Harrison's 3rd Birthday, a Thanksgiving Grandparent's Luncheon at Claire's school, School Christmas programs at Stoner Creek Elementary, Harrison's First Christmas play at The Treehouse Learning Center, and Providence UMC Children's Christmas Cantata. But tonight, I'm giving myself permission to feel it. To miss them. To ugly cry... Ive been talking to myself today as I press in to and lift my head because Christmas is coming.  I'm kee...

I've been catching up today on blogs reading my followers and yours.  Blogger is going crazy again and it wouldn't let me comment on some while it did on others. 🤷🏼‍♀️ I have no idea!  I came across a sweet little blog and if you read it, please let me know who to credit. Obviously the blogger is a teacher and she tells the story of a little boy who liked worms and how everyday he searched for worms on the playground. There was the sweetest little picture of a little, dirty hand full of worms. The photo is what captured my attention. The quote is what kept me there,  "It's not always what we have, but how we see what we have that makes the greatest impact." It may have looked like worms, but to this little boy it was a fist full of adventure.  I am still considering the quote. We often compare ourselves to ourselves and hope next time to be better. As aging women, we compare our bodies and skin to that of a younger woman we once knew. A young mother compares her...

  Today is the first outing of the season in Small Town, USA, Tennille, Georgia. When I was a child, Tennille was a thriving railroad town with a passenger train, the Nancy Hank. I remember taking a trip to Gordon on the train when I was in the 3rd grade. The Nancy Hank was a means of transportation to the big town of Macon, Georgia. On the weekends, I rode my bike to town to buy penny candy at the Tennille Food Center and an ice cream cone from Hartley's 5 and 10.  Big business pushed mom and pop right out the door along with penny candy, 3 family-owned grocery stores, two five and dime, 2 home-owned and operated hardware stores, two gas stations and two small department stores. In the 70's the Cotton Mill closed, the Passenger train was no longer in operation and Tennille became somewhat of a ghost town.  Tennille, Ga is the highest point on the Central of Georgia Railroad between Macon and Savannah. Incorporated in 1875, the city was named for a former citizen, Mr. ...

No, I'm not changing the name of my booth or blog. White Lace and Promises is where it all began. The shop have a new owner thus the name change from The Clucking Chicken to The Ditzy Gypsy Decor and More.  The owner is young and creative and has lots of new ideas including a coffee bar.  Savannah Perkins has the talent and ideas and her own handy man, Justin Perkins DBA Perkins Handyman Services, to help her carry them out.  Savannah works from home as a Youth Case Manager for Jobs Unlimited. She also keeps the books for her husband's business while managing the store and being a mom to two teenage boys. Savannah has experience in retail working at Merle Norman owned and managed by her aunt, Teresa Bridges.  I am enjoying sharing ideas with Savannah and look forward to seeing her grow the business. It's exciting to see new life begin to blossom in our small town.  The small town that I grew up in, Tennille, GA has grown with other great little shops like The Ma...

Simplicity... Is anything simple these days?!? I looked up synonyms for simplicity.  I found anything but simple. Really? Explicitly, lucidity, perspicacity, perspicuous Seriously, I need a dictionary! Simplicity isn't simple anymore.  I substituted a few years back. I found I am NOT "Smarter Than a 5th Grader." Seriously, new math is an even newer math! Not Simple.  Sight words in Kindergarten? Shoot! In Kindergarten, my son was making laps around the racetrack to learn the number 8. Now, that's what I call simple.  Maybe, it's just that I'm at a time in my life when I want simple, uncomplicated, peaceful living.  Maybe it's because I'm older or maybe because the world is so complicated.  Simpler days of my childhood included visiting my Granny and Grandaddy. They lived on a dirt road down two other dirt roads. A Bobbed-wire fence lined the property.  A pond for fishing and swimming included a walk through the cow pasture.  WARNING: No Running wi...

Never, ever, ever did I ever even remotely expect to experience a pandemic in my lifetime or be quarantined for anything except a stomach bug.  Coming into 2021, I thought the fog had lifted and we were about to see blue skies and sunshine but in our neck of the woods it seems to have gotten worse.  I'm a stick-your-head-in-the-sand kind of girl. I don't like politics. I don't listen to the news. I don't trust the news! I tend to keep my views to myself. I dislike (I almost typed "hate) all the hate-spewing. I think most things are personal and we still live in the United States. I better confess that there are some things on which I stand and  I refuse to compromise- I choose life always! I declare the name of Jesus and will not back down. I see both sides of the coin with the vaccine so I don't debate it. I chose to get mine due to multiple health issues and I'm overweight on top of it. I have an elderly mother-in-law and my daughter wanted me to.  I miss...

Anybody feel it? The slight chill in the air. The smell of pumpkin, apples and spice makes everything nice. Especially when it's pumpkin spice iced coffee. Yes, it's back...limited time only.  And doesn't time feel so limited?  The older I get, the faster each year goes. We  lost a good friend who had Covid. Another young man in his 40's, a NaNa, a daddy with young children, a couple enjoying retirement days, a husband looking forward to retirement and now a widow left to run the business without the love of her life. So much sadness. I talked to an ER nurse today who says she's never seen anything like it.  "And this call I call to mind and therefore I hope, because of the Lord's great love, we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning. Great is Your faithfulness. I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion." Therefore, I will wait for Him. "   Lamentations 3:21-24 It's been a hard week. But this I call to...