From the monthly archives:

March 2008

Sudden Death in the Family

March 26, 2008

Saturday morning as I sat down to post items to Alovelything.com we got a call from my sister-in-law. My husband’s brother was on his way to the hospital. He was having seizures, was on a ventilator and unconscious.
After several hours of what seemed like nothing (perhaps doctors were working behind the scenes, but they certainly [...]

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Pictures, Pictures and More Pictures

March 21, 2008
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Finally, I have photos ready to go for my online store. I’ve been struggling with my old digital camera — one of the originals. We were quite ahead of our time oh about 6 years ago. LOL. Every single photo came out fuzzy and blurry. Terrible stuff.
So, we borrowed a fancy-schmancy digital Nikon. Wow, what [...]

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I’M A SERIAL DECORATOR

March 20, 2008
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I am an unashamed Serial Decorator. I enjoy arranging and rearranging things throughout my home. Little vignettes like this make me happy.
The key to successful Serial Decorating is the possession of many multiple use pieces.
This is my console table under the stairs that we pass several times a day.

The blue Spode plate is epoxied to [...]

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HOME SWEET HOME

March 13, 2008
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There are times we appreciate the comfort of home more than we can say — like, when we’re sick for instance. Coming off a full week bout with the flu/pnuemonia, I can say without hesitation that my home is certainly my refuge. And that, in my opinion, is as it should be.

Home should be more [...]

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AN ECLECTIC HOME

March 6, 2008
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Toile is gorgeous. Gingham is devine. I love, love, LOVE lace and damask, but an old worn quilt and a buffalo plaid blanket makes a bed feel especially cuddly.
What’s an undecided decorating girl to do when essentially everything appeals? Well, for years I forced myself to stick to one style or another. I denied myself [...]

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