confessions of a hopeless gardner

confessions of a hopeless gardner

Once upon a time, I grew an herb garden. I had more parsley, cilantro, and rosemary to chop than my fingers could handle. Then, after the kids were born, said garden proceeded to die in a blaze of Alabama heat and glory.   And so did each and every plant I...
Vintage Market, part 3

Vintage Market, part 3

Preparing for an event like the Vintage Market took some long hours, and left me with a few gray hairs, but it was totally worth it. We moved furniture, painted a ton, and brought in some really talented people to share their work.  I’m going to share more...
Vintage Market: Shop Displays

Vintage Market: Shop Displays

Happy Memorial Day to you, friends! We were lucky enough to bring the kids down to the condo to meet my brother, and we’re having a blast.  We’ll head home today, but I wanted to pop in to share a little store eye candy with you. For our Vintage Market, we...

25 Things

1.  If exhaustion were a person, I’d be his best friend. 2.  I say “he,” because he’s rough and gruff and not so sensitive. 3.  We’ve been go-go-going for such a long time now that it seems like I only operate on one speed. 4.  Back at...
Vintage Market: the prep

Vintage Market: the prep

I’ve been so ready to share more details of our Vintage Market weekend with you!  We literally worked like dogs to get it all ready, and by Wednesday, closed the shop so we could get it all finished. On Thursday, we had vendors begin coming in, and I finally...