Ombre – oh how we love you! For those not familiar with the word, ombre is french for shaded – this has been a pretty big trend this summer and I’m predicting it will be even bigger this Fall. So many ways you could incorporate ombre into your wedding, wardrobe, or decor!
photos from: simply photo, Lela Rose skirt, necklace, Martha Stewart, ombre napkin, macaroon photo by Mark Brooke, ombre cake, feathers, pink ombre cake, ombre nails, pink bridesmaids dresses, pale pink ombre wedding dress
Dip dye, a painting technique traditionally reserved for Easter eggs. Artists achieve the look by hand-dipping ordinary objects in rich hues, leaving a section untouched or lightly shaded.
Think of the possibilities for Christmas....
Ready to start a project? Or maybe you are like me and need to finish one of the 20 I already have started!!
I think maybe mother nature does it best!
Have a fabulous ombre day!
What is Independence Day to you?
Is it family and friends....
Celebrating our freedom.....
As we drove through our town last night, I saw pride proudly displayed throughout. Flags waving gently, bunting adorning porch rails, families gathered in rockers, children running in play, friends serving our community....
I AM PROUD TO BE AN AMERICIAN. Do we have problems, sure. But I would not want to live in any other country but ours. We are STILL a great, proud nation!
So however you show your red, white and blue... wear it or wave it, carry it or hang it....do it with pride. Because as I heard a little boy say last night as he ran past me in light up sandles, waving his little flag....Born in the USA. That's you and me
Let's say some nice things about our country today...I have had enough of hearing the bad!
Happy 4th Y''all!!
Say a big prayer for those serving our country!
We are SOOOO proud of what they have given us!
I don't do much Facebook, but I go through cycles of loving Pinterest... It's low stress (I don't have to read about somebody 'going off'' on their waitress or ex-husband) and it's kinda like shopping, but you don't spend any money and you don't have to find a place for it in your house.
But also, I realize that its a way of expressing yourself, it kinda tells me what's going on with people at the moment.
Sometimes I confuse the issue because I have a board of 'things to show A and SC' which obviously are things I want them to see.
I'm not planning on a teal table (even though I love it) but SC is thinking about one.
And sometimes I just love it. I don't have any immediate plans for a teal staircase or....learning how to say that in french, but if I want to...........my inspiration is there waiting on me and
I love that!
What do your Pinterest 'pins' say about you?
I read something the other day that told about a family who painted their front door every year as a family tradition. Every member of the family got a vote on what color it would be. (ya gotta wonder if the Mom chose the colors and then let them vote....I know...I know....I have control issues, but I would be so sad if I had to have a tan door for a whole year)
So What does your door color say about you and your family.........
What do you wish it said???
Some inspiration for you....
Okay...maybe these are a little much for south Mississippi.....
but wouldn't you
to walk through one of them....
just to see what's inside?
We see alot of red doors.....(even on my house) ....so here's why.
When you pay off your mortgage you are supposed to paint your door red to celebrate.
In the time of slavery, red doors were used to show that certain homes were safe houses on the Underground Railroad.
In Ireland, front doors are painted red to ward-off ghosts and evil spirits.
From a Feng Shui perspective,
a brightly-colored door will bring chi
or positive energy into your home.
And then you have doors like these........Oh my!
And then you have Albert Einstein,
who painted his front door red
so that he knew which
As I wait in line at Target, I notice a young couple with a stroller behind me. The stroller, brand new, appears to be on its maiden voyage. I peer at the tiny sleeping newborn, his fingers curled up near his ruddy face.
“You guys do good work!” I comment. The parents beam with pride, but the weariness in their eyes lets me know that they are all still in the process of getting to know each other. The lady behind the couple glances at the stroller as well, and asks. “Is this your first?” They nod proudly. ”Just wait…” she snorts, and then follows with a comment about unruly teenagers.
Inwardly, I wince. We seem to live in a country overrun by a great lot of negative naysayers when it comes to parenting. I remember hearing comments like that when I was a new (and overwhelmed!) mom. It seemed that many parents were suffering from a chronic case of disappointment and dissatisfaction called ”Just-Wait-itis,” characterized by the inflammation of impending doom in parenthood…. I felt trapped in a swirl of know-it-alls who were warning me that the worst was yet to come.
Of course, now that my kids are teenagers, I know the truth. Parenting is complicated; it’s wonderful and challenging; exhausting and gut wrenching; heartwarming and heart breaking.
And, at the outset, parenting can be utterly daunting. It just doesn’t help when others douse young parents with stories leading to doubt and despair.
Instead, we seasoned moms could infuse joy into our “just waits…”. As I regard this weary pair, I think of so many things I could say…
Just wait until your preschool son sees you in the hallway at pick up time and covertly grins and waves to you. (It’s the best flirting in the world.)
Just wait until you watch your kindergartener jump off the bus after that first day, triumphant and tired, melting into your arms.
Just wait until your son is up to bat, and strikes out, holding it together despite disappointment. And just wait until the crack of the bat meeting the ball surprises him and he races to first base…safe.
Just wait until your daughter stands up for a classmate who is struggling, and her peers, humbled, apologize.
Just wait until your child, painfully tethered to tubes and machines in the hospital, whispers, “I just want my mommy.” (And you are suddenly aware that your presence is more powerful than any prescription.)
Just wait until your son gets his very first summer job and he is, unmistakably, walking taller and more confidently as a result.
Just wait until your child’s quick sense of humor makes you double over with laughter.
Just wait until you hear your son invite a friend to church.
Just wait until your daughter receives her first college acceptance and you find yourself overcome with tears…not because she’s leaving, but because she’s ready.
The baby in the stroller whimpers, breaking my reverie.
I smile at the couple and look them straight in the eye.
“You have so much joy ahead of you…” I remark.
Yep, we've all done it....bought a dress that looks perfect for us....on the hanger, and then get home and......disaster. Yesterday, I was traveling with some friends and I commented on how great one of them looked in a dress they wore to a shower. She said that she had purchased two dresses at 'Ole Hickory Classics' and tried them on when she got home. The first one was beautiful... but the second....in her words,
"You know how super heroes like their clothes to fit? I felt like Wonder Woman. It was waaaaaaay to tight".
Well, I have tried on dresses that were way too tight, but I've never thought of Wonder Woman when I put them on....
But I love the idea! (of course, this woman is tall, blonde and beautiful) but I think we all have an inner Wonder Woman. Just think about all you get done in one week....
only a super hero could do all that.
So next time you put on a dress that's a bit to tight, don't think,
"Oh, I'm so fat"
"Well here I go again trying to dress like
Before you enter into our blog today, please go to http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oad8ov10AjY and play this Michael W. Smith song BREATHE, as you read......
AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD
This is a breath prayer I make alot. In my world my mind is always racing around way too many things. So I stop and breath these words to remind myself
not my day but YOURS GOD.....
not my body but YOURS GOD...
not my time but YOURS GOD....
not my will but YOURS GOD....
A breath is something we do without thought. Even when we are asleep, our body knows to breathe. So why can't a prayer be like that.
GOD tells us to....
(1 Thessalonians 5:17)
Your prayer breath may be different than mine. Maybe it's a prayer of THANKFULLNESS...
My breath prayer for you is that you BREATHE and take the time to.....
Hope you day is blessed...
we love y'all
So I went to a wedding for an amazing....amazing woman yesterday (who happens to be related to me) and the wedding was perfect...and so was the groom. I got to visit with family that I don't see very often...and I just have to say the I am so lucky....
God just blessed me so when He chose my family.
The food was great (bravo to Rus) and the place was spectacular (bravo to the 'Geddie' Landrums) and the music/singing.......just made me want to push rewind...again and again (bravissimo to Cindi and Jan).
Okay....all of this to say....I overheard a portion of a conversation (no it was NOT eavesdropping, it was a conversation at my table) and they said.
"When I get to Heaven, I'm going to sing and sing and sing!"
So I thought.....When I get to Heaven, I'm gonna......
So what about you? What are you gonna do?