I did this painting as a tribute to the farm and my Grandma whose favorite color was red and always sang us grandkids two songs, “There’s a Lonely Little Robin” and “You Are My Sunshine.” While her voice was a little less than pitch perfect, she loved signing and music. She was a woman of strong faith and I don’t think her feet hit the floor in the morning without prayer and devotion. ...
I spent countless hours on my grandparent’s farm. It was a magical place for me as a child. I would roam its acres, visit the baby calves, and pick chamomile. When I was five, I received this barn for my birthday. As you can see by its worn exterior its was well loved and played with....
I am obsessed with wooden boxes, and it started with this one. I was exploring some closets at my Grandma’s and came across this one as a teenager. Of course, I asked if I could have it and of course Grandma said yes. I am not sure what it was that made me have to have it. I just adored the worn look, the faded flowers that were missing a chunk. It sits with my many others and I had forgotten what if anything was even in...
Everyone needs a spot, and this is mine. It is so not anything I would normally pick out. About a year ago we needed new furniture when I spotted this chair. I loved the color and shape and when I sat in it, I knew it was mine! I am short and I could sit in it and have my feet touch the floor! Can anyone relate? I looked at the sales gal and said let’s design the room around this chair and away we went! It...
This old beauty was my mothers-in-law. She was an amazingly talented seamstress. The form is old, cracked, and wobbly. The cloth that covers it is in desperate need of a cleaning and it is gorgeous! I think it is all its flaws that draw me to it....
This little beauty traveled across the globe to find its way to me! My Mom was on a mission trip to Uganda and spotted this pot and knew I would love it! Amazingly it survived it’s journey and is one of my favorites in all of its simplicity....