From Hot to Cold in 3.7 Seconds

From Hot to Cold in 3.7 Seconds

Friday started off like it normally does….getting up early to walk then straight to the load of school work we do M-F.  I strolled in the house from my quiet walk to hustle and bustle and wished I could go back out for a few more peaceful silence.

When I am 2 miles down the street all by myself no one asks me if I know where their shoes are.

But alas, they had already seen me so I couldn’t sneak out again.  So off I went with the day.  School, meal plans, weekend troubleshooting, etc.  We also had to prep my van for the next day’s big adventure.  I was planning to get up before 5 and head to Round Top for some flea market fun.  I have to get my fix or I start to have flea market withdrawls.

I made it through Friday despite a few hitches.  Is there ever a day without them?  Sometimes the hitches are the best part.  Who plans things like running around the yard to catch the trash that blew away or answering a phone call from a desperate mom who needs encouragement?  The blessings of life!

On Saturday morning I was off for the day with my 17 year old daughter Faith to see what goodness we could find at Round Top.  We always have a fun time together and laughed pretty much the whole way, then more laughs at the flea market until around 11:30 when the unexpected heat in Round Top did a number on me.  I found myself feeling sick and not prepared for the blazing sun.

I found a spot to sit while she continued her quest for junk she can make jewelry with.  Thankfully I had my essential oils with me and I rubbed on some peppermint and Valor while I waited for her.  After a few minutes the oils had helped a lot and I was able to walk around for a little longer.  But there was just no way to really cool off, so about 1:00 we decided to leave.

I’d never make it on The Amazing Race.  Those episodes where they go to India and the heat is over 110° while they have to carry barrels of fish through a crowded marketplace would be my downfall.  I can barely make it through a Texas flea market carrying a rusty old bucket that I bought for $20.

I don’t know why I have such a fascination with buckets.  They are just so perfect.  1. They’re cute, right?  2. They hold things like plants, toys, tools, pretty much anything except the water for which they were originally intended and 3. They are cheap

But my big purchase was something that I have been wanting for so long.  I’d see these, dream of having one, but not be remotely willing to spend the usual $225-275 price.  Really, I am so cheap I wasn’t willing to even try to bargain.  I knew it would be unreasonable to offer $50 anyway.

Then I saw one on Saturday that was marked down to $100 (things were marked down since it was the last day) and so I asked if she’d take less.  This is a vendor I have bought from before and she remembered me (see, I told my husband it pays to be a frequent shopper!) and so she went down another $25 plus threw in a few small things.  So now I am the proud owner of a vintage shopping cart.

She shall live by my front door and I shall call her Hazel.

I know, it’s every girls’ dream.  My life is fulfilled.

I also picked up a few others goodies and will share all of it with you soon, but I couldn’t go another day without showing you my beloved cart.

We made a few stops in the city on our way home and all in all had a nice day.  I fell into bed almost immediately and let the cool air-conditioning and pillow top mattress do their magic.

Then I got the greatest surprise on Sunday morning!  I headed out for my walk at 6:30 and it was c-c-cold!  Like 48°.  From desert to arctic in 12 hours.  I’m a cold lovin’ girl so I considered it a gift from God.  It revved up my energy and I walked an extra mile.

After a little bit of cleaning we had a quiet, restful Sunday.  Some family time, some planning for the week, a little playing outside and poof.  Day over.

Have a great week!

 

A Novel of a Weekend!

A Novel of a Weekend!

It would be impossible, without writing an entire book, to tell you all that has gone on in my life over the past few days.  The length of “War and Peace” has nothin’ on my weekend.

It started with a quick trip to Round Top on Thursday.  Sara and I got up before the sun and drove 3 hours to the greatest flea market this side of the Mississippi.  We poked around there, picking up a few fun things then headed home.  I was pooped, but felt relaxed from getting a day out with a friend.  She keeps me in stitches.

I am looking forward to hanging my new “e” in the boys’ room next to the “N” and “L”.  I just need an “A” and my collection will be complete.

Friday was a full day with doing school and working in the shop and catching up from a few days of being busy with other things.  I always try to spend some quality time with each of the kids when I’ve been busy.  That means I might ask one of them to run the post office with me or hang out in the shop so we can talk.  When I was getting myself ready in the morning I invited Adam (11) to come in the bathroom to sit and chat with me while I primped.  I asked him what he’d been up to while I was gone to the flea market.  “Oh,” he replied, “the usual.  I do the wrong thing I get in trouble, I do the right thing I get praised.  Same old same old.”

His life in a nutshell.

Saturday was Hope’s (19) turn to spend one on one time with Mom.  We headed to the city for a free microderm abrasion I had signed us up for a few weeks ago.  I really didn’t know what that meant and hoped I wasn’t getting us into some kind of acid wash-face burning situation.  Turned out to be simple and painless except that I had to wear a weird disposable cap in the middle of Ulta.  But I will admit, we both felt all glowy and shiny afterward.

Once I got home I decided to spend the afternoon working…right after a teeny little nap.  Three hours later I woke up in a trance of not knowing where I was or how I got there.  Once the confusion settled I realized I had missed the entire afternoon and wondered what kind of tranquilizer juice was in that microderm abrasion stuff.

Feeling groggy, I decided to just hang out with the kids instead of trying to work.  We’ve been reading “Where the Red Fern Grows” together.  I don’t know why I chose this book except I am a glutton for punishment because I cry through every page and keep thinking of how I wish I had a great big tree for my boys to chop down so they can learn to be men.  Plus Elijah is now wearing our fake coonskin cap everywhere we go, including the office supply store yesterday afternoon.  He also wants to carry an ax.

Don’t worry about him folks….he’s just pretending to be a coon-hunting-hound-loving-tree-chopping-boy-who-cries-a-lot.  Nothing unusual here.

Sunday evening James and I took Patience (16) out to dinner.  He talked with her about purity and giving him her heart and committing herself to staying pure (not just physically, but emotionally as well).  We had a sweet discussion about God’s Word and where she is spiritually and how she can trust us with her struggles.  After the talk James gave her a necklace with a heart and a key.  She gave him the tiny key and he will hold it until her wedding day when he will give it to her husband.  We have done this with all of the girls when they turn 16 and to see them all wearing their necklaces every day is pure joy to a mother’s heart!

After dinner I wanted to just relax in my recliner, but there was daylight left so the kids and I decided to enjoy the gorgeous weather.  We hadn’t done our egg hunt last weekend because of the rain, so Jacob hid plastic eggs all over the front yard and they spent about 2.7 hours trying to find them.  Take it from me, don’t let a 21 year old boy hide your eggs.  He makes it so hard I don’t think a CIA operative could have located them with specialized equipment.  It was super fun for my 5 year old, who basically followed Jacob around begging for clues.

I think that mostly covers it.  If you stuck with it and read all the way through this novel then I want to wish you a very happy and fun filled week.

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The 3 F’s – Fun, Friends and Flea Markets

The 3 F’s – Fun, Friends and Flea Markets

I’ve been quiet this week.  Between a head cold, lots of etsy orders and a quick trip to the flea market I have barely sat down.

Yesterday I made my annual trek to Round Top and, as usual, it was a blast of fun, finds and near heat stroke.  Sara, Dee Ann and I left by 7AM and before we got out of the driveway we were already laughing so hard I needed to stop and go to the bathroom.

After the 3 hour drive we began at the upscale end of the market, Marburger Farms.  Most of these prices are outside of my comfort zone.  But I always find inspiration and style and pick up a few things that I could never have found anywhere else.  It’s an incredible place, a melting pot of interesting items.

It got really hot very quickly and there wasn’t much shade there, so we decided to leave and go over where the cheap people shop.  As you can see, I pull out all of the stops when it comes to looking classy.

My collapsible floppy hat that I keep in the van for emergencies was going to come in handy for this heat…or so I thought.  As soon as Sara and Dee Ann saw it on me they refused to let me wear it.  And because of some mysterious brown stain on the brim they started calling it “the poo poo hat.”  So I took it off and yes, got a sunburn.  I think I need some new friends.

Eventually we got so hot that we decided to sit down and get a drink.  I also needed some tornado taters and Sara needed a funnel cake.  Both must haves when you are at the flea market….also a carnival, circus and county fair.

I thought about buying one of those 20# bags of ice and dumping it down my shirt.

By 3:30 we were about worn out.  I didn’t make any big purchases.  I was really just there for the fun of a day out with my homies.

On the drive home we usually get serious and talk about important moments in our lives and we get to know each other better.  That may be my favorite part of the whole day.

We hit traffic going through the big city, so we decided to stop and eat.  That is where it all fell apart.  We started talking about the day and by the end of the meal we were laughing so hard we nearly fell out of our chairs.  I may or may not have had a teeny bladder accident.  Let me just defend myself by saying it is hard to stay dry when you’ve given birth 9 times, had a whole day of constantly drinking water then your friends start making fun of your poo poo hat.

This morning I look pretty sunburned.  Next year I will have a better hat and some sunscreen (which I did have in the car but forgot until after I got home).  I slept most of today and after a full day of rest and cool drinks, I am ready to take on the weekend.

Have a happy Easter my friends!

The Big Canton Adventure

The Big Canton Adventure

We got home from our Big Canton Adventure just in time for the Superbowl to hit the airwaves.  Actually, we got home on Saturday night, but I fell instantly to sleep and when I woke up everyone on Facebook and Twitter was talking about Madonna and the football game.  None of which I had any interest in.  All the while my little family was happily playing with toys and talking about our schedule for the month…..unaware of the whirlwind of activity going on in the rest of the world.

The flea market must have been affected by the big game because it was practically deserted.  The vendors were there, but the shoppers didn’t show up.  It was nice for us since we never had to wait in a line or fight a crowd, but I felt sorry for the sellers.  Who would buy all of their wonderful wares?

I Tweeted all weekend, which was a new experience for me.  I took pictures of weird things that one wouldn’t normally want a photo of, like a man with a dog in a stroller and a carving of an eagle that was 12 feet tall. I kept wondering, who is going to buy an enormous eagle?

When we arrived I snapped a shot….ready to shop!

There were a BUNCH of new things this year.  It had a fresh feeling, not the same old stuff.  All my faves: burlap, chicken wire, rust, flaking paint….it was everywhere.

We saw at least 5 vendors selling big wooden letters.  They had all shapes and fonts.  I got these…..I already have several ideas and am wondering if I should have gotten more.

I wish I didn’t tire out so quickly, but it was a good excuse to sit and have some lunch, flea market style.

A couple of older ladies sat with us for lunch.  The conversation was going great until one of them asked Faith about school and we said we homeschool.  Her back went straight and her feathers all stood on end, “I was a school teacher for 35 years and if you ask me the schools are doing just fine.  Homeschooling is what is wrong with this country.”  I didn’t ask her, but that’s OK.  I just smiled and pretended to be sweet.  I said, “I’ll bet you were a great teacher and your students miss you.”  She relaxed a little and we just went back to talking about good deals on jewelry.  Whew!  Old lady fight averted.

It was a really restful, fun weekend for Faith and I.  We talked for hours and enjoyed the outdoors.  We found lots of goodies and wore ourselves out.

Instead of watching the Superbowl, we unloaded our things and put them in my bedroom, which had been clean until then.  Almost all of it is for future projects.

I did move the huge rusty hook on the floor.  I don’t want anyone to impale themselves before I get around to cleaning it up.

Little by little I will show you what I bought and what I am going to do with it.  Right now, as you can see, it’s still a pile of junk.

I will get it all put away during the afternoons this week.  I have to spend my mornings destroying the country by homeschooling my children.

Have a great week!

Canton is my Happy Place

My post-holiday, post-illness, post-hottest summer in the history of the world has me itching to be outside.

The weather we are having lately is unbelievable with a capital UN.  The temps are in the upper 60s, the nights are crisp, the sun is shining….it is perfection.

So, like any normal person, I decided this would be a great time for a trip to Canton.  The world’s largest and most amazing flea market.  Tomorrow Faith (age 16) and I are going to make a whirlwind, quick as lightening 6 hour drive to my happy place.

When I was in labor with my children and the midwife told me to close my eyes and picture a place where I could relax, I pictured Canton.

Just to prepare you, if I bring back a picture of myself at Canton from this week, I will probably be wearing exactly the same thing.  That’s my flea market uniform.  I like the skirt because it has pockets.  The shoes have the comfort of tennis shoes with the coolness of a sandal.  The purse fits across my chest so I don’t have to figure out how to hold it and it has an outside pocket big enough for my phone and sunglasses.  Pretty much the purse that dreams are made of.

That cart, if you remember, has been improved.  Last fall when we went to Round Top I gave the cart a makeover.

I hope to come home with everything I need to finish redoing the girls’ rooms and add some storage to the boys’ room.  Three kids to a room means a serious challenge for this OCD, tidy Mamma.  Everything in the rooms has to look great, be neat, easy to keep clean and cheap.  Oh, and be basically indestructible.

I will show you pictures of my  amazing finds when I get back.

That is, of course, AFTER I sleep for a couple of days to recover from the extreme driving challenge.  I’ve never done it all in this short amount of time.

It’s the cost you pay for the best shopping in America.

Totally worth it.

P.S. I’ll be doing constant updates on Twitter from there with plenty of fun pictures of things we can’t live without.  If you’re not following me on Twitter you will miss all of the FUN!  :)

My New N

My New N

I’m still messing around with some of the things I got at Round Top a couple of weeks ago.  Jars and springs and other useless junk sits waiting for me to get inspired, which may take a while.

I immediately knew, however, what I would do with this baby.  I found an old, metal letter for Noah’s room.  Since everything but the walls is black and white, I KNEW this would be perfect.

So cool!  But wait, I’m looking at that picture and wondering, did I hang it upside down?!  Do y’all think that N is upside down?  Good grief.  I promise you, before I had kids I was as sharp as a tack.

Honestly, the chances are slim that I will actually go in there with a hammer and re-hang it.  I am sure I will be sorry someday when Noah can’t get a job because he writes all of his capitol letters upside down, so he never leaves home and ends up developing a passion for Ramen. Or should I say Яamen? All because of my laziness to turn the N the right direction.

The Lego wall behind his bed has been a huge help in keeping the Legos organized and off the floor.  The boys are great about sorting their Legos into the containers, although I need to get a few more buckets.  Sounds like I need a trip to IKEA.

And the Giant Legos are one of my favorite useless things I ever made.  And that’s saying something.  I’ve made a lot of useless things.

Dresser Heaven

Dresser Heaven

I was headed out to do my grocery shopping this morning when my friend Sara texted to let me know that a local resale shop had some old cameras for sale.  Patience collects them, so I asked Patience if she’d like to do the grocery shopping with me and we could stop and look at the cameras.

Of course, while she studied the old Polaroids I had to sweep through the rest of the place to see what they had.  I found a little chest of drawers that was a great price so I grabbed it up.  Thirty bucks sucka!

I collect small dressers.  I buy them at flea markets and garage sales and stash them in our storage building.  My reason is because of how often I have this conversation…….

Child: Mommy, we just broke two of the drawers in our dresser and now all of our clothes are on the floor in our room.

Me: Again?!  How did it happen this time?  Did you shove it too full of jeans, fill it with rocks, try to squeeze your baby brother into it?

Child: I don’t know, it just broke.

Me: OK, carry it out to the trash and get another one out of the storage building.

Now you know the sad truth.

The weird thing is that when I got this one home today I noticed something….it is an exact match to another one I bought at the flea market in Canton a couple of years ago!  I brought the Canton dresser home, added some of those wood carving thingys to the drawers and painted it black.  Now it sits in the living room with the TV on it.

The new one is exactly the same dresser!  I am wondering if I am obligated to take advantage of the fact that I have this freakish little matched set and paint the new one black with the wooden drawer thingys.

Are they destined match?  Or are they like Sonny and Cher….perfect together but it just doesn’t work.

I’m going to mull it over.  That’s what I do….I mull.  But once I decide….watch out mister.  You don’t want to be standing in my way when I am heading for a dresser with a can of paint in my hands.  I can’t be held responsible for what will happen.

Just ask James.  He’s got scars….at least emotional ones.

For now the new dresser sits proudly in Noah’s room waiting to be filled with Legos, useless pieces of paper and mismatched socks.

But you never know what could happen next……it could be singing again before you know it….”Babe.  I’ve got you Babe….”

The Chairs

The Chairs

I found these chairs at the flea market.

I absolutely couldn’t resist them.  They were calling out to me.  “LISA!  You NEED us!”

It took me three days, but I talked the guy way down to a price I could live with (read between the lines….a price I could explain to James) and brought them home.

What’s so great is that they can go outside or inside.

I decided not to paint them.  I love the spots of rust.

These chairs speak my language…….

How could I NOT buy a chair that says “PEACE”?

I cut some circles out of scrap plywood, added foam and covered them in canvas with a linen ruffle.

I still need to add a bit of trim to cover the flaws that show my inexperience in covering circles.

SIGH….I’m going weak in the knees just looking at them.

They made their way into my kitchen.  I’m not sure how they got there.  I really think these chairs have minds of their own.

And they’re tough….even a big girl like me can sit on them without fear of breaking those tiny chair legs.

I’m so happy with them.  It’s a peace/love fest.

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