Everyday Wreaths

At any given time I have more than a dozen projects I want to try.

And Burlap Wreaths have been on my “To Do” list for well over a year now.

Now I had made a few last year and they flew off my hands, starting with the 1st I made simply for myself.

So I set out yesterday to make them again. Beginning with one to adorn my own front door.

Everyday wreaths, burlap has that quality. And  by changing the color of the flowers or any other accents, you really can keep this up year round. I choose blue for myself as my porch is themed with blue. Blue pillows in the chairs, glass bottles, planters, ect…

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Now I have already gotten a few orders and Ill finish them up over the next few days,

but this design is going to be my store standard to begin with.

A 20in burlap wreath with hydrangea in a variety of available colors to pick from.

At $45.00 each, I find my pricing to be well below many others but not to be lacking in quality at all. I assure you. I simply spent a lot of time finding the supplies at the lowest possible price.

These are not yet in my etsy shop (looking to find the best shipping and cost options still)

but they are available through my facebook page.

And I have an order for a custom letter and bow of requested colors Ill finish up in the next few days.

Ill come back and post pics of that and my other orders on another day.

Regards!

They’re All My Favorite

I guess if asked to pick just one,  I would have to say fall is my favorite. But really I love them all, each for their own reason.

Summer

I love summer for the sun, for the outdoor activities,

canoeing, hiking, biking, fishing, camping.

I love bbq’s and smores around a fire pit in the evening. I love the long days.

Fall

How can you not love fall!?

The days are still warm and the light fades slowly in to the twilight. You can still do everything from summer, but the air is less thick. The kids are off to school all day, and things get done.

Acorns and leaves start to change into fiery colors and soon fall to the ground and crunch under foot.

Sweaters and soft socks come out and work their way back into your life with your favorite worn out jeans but you still need no jacket. The only slow season as it begins so warm and slowly gives way to the cold of winter. Its the only season that gives you time to prepare for the next.

It holds Halloween, and pumpkins and corn mazes and I begin to cook all day stews and such.

Winter

Comes in like a bull the wind whips up, an the bitter cold will take your breathe away.

But that’s ok as Christmas is coming and the tree and beautiful décor all goes up and the music and warmth of these things make you want to stay inside by the fireplace.

Oh I do hate the cold, and the length of this season, it seems to never want to let go of its hold. The short days are sad and cabin fever always takes hold of me.

Spring

Oh Spring you should be as great as fall!

But you never are, maybe a good day here and there but mostly cold, wet and windy, and than out of now where the heat of summer. Spring is by far the weakest season. It seems to allow winter to still stay and break away for the heat and humidity of summer.

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Today I have Fall on my mind.

I lit a Pumpkin Crunch Cake Candle and the smells of vanilla and caramel and pumpkin fill my home.

Its so full of these scents Im hungry from it!

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Finally Feels Like Summer

We hit the water to go paddling yesterday, and it finally felt like summer as sweat rolled down my back, and the sun stung my shoulders. Paddling Ole Redd on Cedar Creek.

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The water rolled fast, after all weve had a lot of rain, and it was the first time in a long time I found I really had to work to control the canoe. Never mind that my husband sits in the back relaxing and not working much at it at all, and the 5 year old leans over the side splashing the water.

Crowds of people were out enough where I swear we could have all linked up and reached from one end of Double Trouble Park to the other. I know its wrong but I wish no one to be out when we go, the inexperience of so many blocking up the turns, and making us have to fight back rushing into them as we approach, or the beer drinking good timers who think they own the place.

I just want to creep along slowly taking in the breeze, and the scent of Water Lilies so heavy in the air. I want to enjoy the sun and the lush greenery that’s so grow over the creek this time of year that in some places it falls like curtains.

I added a lil funny to Ole Redd since out last time…

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I guess if nothing else its funny to me, I do after all “get the joke”.

So love that at the end I ran in to an old friend as well, so funny to think she was just behind us the whole time paddling.

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Relatable

I started to blog only just to get out of my head what’s in there.

Whether that be about work, or why I made something or to rant about what upsets me, or even to explain myself to everyone or no one. I very much enjoy it, the writing, the getting it out of my head.

But to put myself out there. Well, that I was unsure of.

I found that the 3 blogs I was most fearful of putting out there have had the best response.

It is reassuring to know that what I am afraid to say, only for fear of backlash, others seem to relate to.

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Love Me Hate Me

People tell me I have an amazing gift of intuition.

The gift to be able to see right through people and know just who they really are.

Without even meeting someone ( sometimes ) I can call them out. I’ve done this time and again, and never thought much of it. I have yet to be wrong.

Just chalked it up to knowing people, knowing how to read them.

I believe this is why people mostly either love me or hate me.

No in-between, because you’ll love me if your not living a lie. If you have nothing to hide.

But you will mostly hate me if you’re hiding something. As I don’t fold into peoples bullshit, I cant play along. I call it like I see it. And these people call me an asshole, they hate for the lie to be exposed, and even though they themselves know its a lie they live it and no one wants the wind to knock down the house of cards they spent so much time building.

The script of their lies I have choose not to play apart of:

My Brother in-law likes to play: The perfect husband and father, but really hes just a lazy fuck, that has never parented a day in his life. If your kids play you and laugh at you and your wife wont sleep with you, come on?!

My brothers wife likes to play: The role of the fairy tale romance and marriage, but really she trapped my brother into marrying her, and they fight all the time. I mean I say they’ll end up divorced for a reason, several in fact! You cant move your husband in with your mother and think a marriage will work?!

My Mother likes to play: The role of the poor sad hard life, abused and unwanted, when really she is an abuser, liar and awful mother and wife. Far to lazy to make the change she cries to people she wants yet life has offered her 100 times over. You dug your own hole now work to get out of it or stay there and die!

They don’t know anything about me yet don’t like me because I choose to call them out.

Now don’t get me wrong I keep my mouth shut most of the time. Which I bet my closest friends don’t even realize since I am so open with my thoughts, but really I do try and censor myself. I don’t set out to hurt anyone, to be “mean”.

How do you sit around and watch this everyday, to play along? I cant do it. I just cant! Why is it so wrong to just own it. To just throw your hands up and admit it and move on. And why do so many others just sit back and play along with them.

The people who don’t like me, never say anything to my face. They just weakly “talk shit” behind my back, funny thing is I can read them, I can hear it without actually hearing it.

 I think this is because there’s nothing that can be said to hurt me. I am who I am,  I own it. I am perfectly imperfect. And I’m okay with that.

One of my favorite sayings is…

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So here’s to the haters…

Keep on hating, I don’t care.

Regards!

Oh Well…

Today I bought a lottery ticket, just a $10.00 scratch ticket. Not something I ever do as I find it a waste of money and I do not ever waste money. I’m a see a penny pick it up (even in traffic) kinda girl.

Now, I of course had no illusions of winning, nothing more than a it sure would be nice thought about it. And I of course won nothing, basically wasted the $10.00, as I knew I would, which I now wish to kick myself in the ass.

$10.00?! Renee! What are you crazy??? That’s 3 gallons of milk! With a buck left over.

But they say you have to play to win and I took a chance.

More Than Wanting

Today I want my own store badly. More than yesterday, its a longing, a plaguing on my soul.

Its the kind of day where the want is not satisfied, by maybe, or hopefully in time.

It is not okay that it may not happen. I can see this shop of my hopes and dreams, I can feel it with my heart.

Its hard when you now all the aspects of something, when you’ve given into finding a place and picturing it before, the money to fund it. there is a store for sale just up the road, on a main highway, and old garden center, its been empty for years now, I want it I know its perfect (with a lil work of course). I ache when I pass it. I can see the windows filled like Id have them…

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Some days the dream is very heavy and consumes all of me, that’s today…

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