Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
I snagged these amazing vintage-style boxes from a discount store in our area last weekend. If you've been following my blog (or just visited it once), you might have seen the huge steamer trunks that I'm crazy about. Well, I've settled for a couple of little brothers that are considerably less expensive but have just the same look. I found them at Ollie's, our local discount store that sells overstock from other stores. Although it's not a place at which I make a habit of shopping, I sometimes find great deals there on things I really love. These boxes being a couple of those things I LOVE, I just had to show them off a little. Here they are!
Sunday, September 12, 2010
It was the week of our school's annual school camp, and we were up in the mountains enjoying ourselves and having a great time. Early on the morning of the eleventh, we were making our way to the chow hall when I kept overhearing talk of something terrible happening in New York. The adults were talking in hushed tones and being the carefree, unconcerned eleventh grader that I was, I just figured that they were talking about some incident that happened decades ago. Then that horrible loudspeaker above the chow hall enterance began to pump out media headlines of a plane crashing into the World Trade Center. None of us could believe what we were hearing. Immediately, we all began to panic. The first thing that came to my mind was that America was under attack. Were they coming for us way up here in the mountains?!! As much as they could, our teachers and counselors began to try to calm us down, but there was little they could do. Several of the men that were volunteering at the camp were in the military and had to rush to report to base. What was going to happen? What were we going to do? Are we safe? We were all just a bunch of kids stuck up in the mountains of Washington with no contact with the outside world and no mom or dad to tell us that everything was going to be okay.
We were somewhat successful with our attempt to enjoy the rest of the week. Our teachers did their best to create a positive atmosphere within the camp, but I think all of us just wanted to go home. I know I did. I wanted to see my dad, and I wanted to be in my own house with my own things surrounded by what was familiar to me. With so much uncertainty, I longed for the things of which I WAS sure.
The weeks end eventually came, and we all went home to find out how things had progressed. What we found was not encouraging. Our nation was at war. Our loved ones who were serving in the military would have to leave us to fight. The enemy had attacked us in our own Land. What we never thought possible had become a realitiy.
Here we are, almost a decade later, and still we are fighting the same fight. I never want to forget how I felt on that day when the Twin Towers fell. I want to rememer the sacrifice that so many have made and the liberty that we must all fight to keep. GOD BLESS AMERICA!
Sunday, September 5, 2010
My living room has been the project that I've most wanted to tackle in our gorgeous home. It's the first room you enter when coming through the door, and I wanted it to draw you in and say, "relax!" It's getting there. I knew I needed some great artwork and an amazing color palette to set the mood. I loved the idea of a turn-of-the-century feel with warm reds, yellows, rusty oranges, and deep greens. Very comfy and very vintage. All this in the attempt to beat my walls at their own game.
I found these vintage travel posters online and fell in love with the colors. The pictures make you feel like you're on your way to some exotic location.