Showing posts from April, 2015

Junque in the Garden Part 1

Its that time of year again for Spring's peek-a-boo game: now you see me, now you're covered in snow. Spring can be so moody.

The perennials and volunteers are popping up and I'm nursing some annuals indoors waiting for the overnight temps to move above freezing. 
My favorite garden planning, though, is the garden junque, because its unkillable. In fact, it appears to thrive with neglect. My kind of gardening, hands down. Everything else is so picky about needing water. ~sigh~ 
Garden Junque #1: Rusted & Patina'd Key Chime
My favorite keys are the one's with the green patina. ~love~ I followed this tutorial for creating rust and patina with vinegar and salt. Its a simple process but time consuming. 
To create, I raided the junk drawer and collected a bunch of we-don't-know-what-this-key-goes-to  keys, key rings, and random metal pieces to hang them by. Do you see the clothespin-metal-thingy, yep, random stuff. 
Its Spring Cleaning at its best: you get a clean…

Pocket Paris Present

This is a combo gift for a family member. Its just a fun little something to send along with a book I've been meaning to pass their way. I like unexpected things, in the mail or by hand, and hope they enjoy this cutesy tag-a-long. 

Supplies: old metal container, Kilz primer, acrylic paint, not pictured: Mod Podge Click here for this Paris city template:

painted the inside with French flag colors sealed with Mod Podge

I'm coupling this present with this book: Finding Home by Jim Daly. Not saying that Paris should be home, although that point could be argued favorably, lol. I'm all for some quality wine, cheese, and bread. 

Finding Home: An Imperfect Path to Faith and Family by Jim Daly “I should be insane—or in jail.” Instead, Jim Daly, President and CEO of Focus on the Family managed to rise above his harrowing childhood that began in the Compton suburb of Los Angeles. In this deeply personal memoir, he relives horrors no child should endur…


If I had a quarter, no, a nickle, for every time I said, "NO MORE STUFFIES!!!" I wouldn't have to worry about a 401K. Despite my verbal resolve to never allow another fluff-stuffed animal into the house, I still find them sneaking in and laying around on the floor. Always on the floor. Always.on.the.floor. I know there are other mothers out there who feel my pain as we yet again kick a marble eyed teddy-bunny-horsey-whatever-annoying-stuffy-it-is out of the walkway. Can't just be on the floor, has to be in the way on the floor.

I tried a stuffy rotation by hiding half of them in bags and storing it next to the Christmas decorations. The kids found them and we had a stuffy explosion. ~sigh~ Then we donated some and I even chucked a couple in the trash, shhhhhhhhh! Don't tell!

Then a genius posted a Stuffy Zoo and I nearly wanted to fall down on the ground and kiss the stuffy-free-ground they walk on! Amazing idea! And a quick sweep of Pinterest gives different opt…