Little Pink Table

I have a "thing" for pink.

I also have a "thing" for pink and chippy.

Put them together 

and

I...am...in...pig pink...heaven.

So, when I wandered by this adorable vintage table at the antique market last month,

I stopped mid-stride.

(If you've ever shopped with me, you know that I do that quite often.)

Causing people behind me ram into each other like dominoes because of my sudden stops

is a very normal occurrence in my life ~ 

especially when treasure hunting.

(Unless, of course, I'm diving headfirst toward something, and that's whole 'nother story.)

As I deliriously walked around and around this little, pink chippy sweetness, 

she was singing my name ~ loud and clear.

She needed me and I needed her.

We were meant to be together.

I needed to see that perfect chippiness in Heaven's Walk.

So, while the throng of scattered people behind me picked themselves up off the ground...

(Hmmm...I can see this as a great diversion tactic in the future....)

I decided that I just had to take her home with me

(despite the fact of some unsuccessful bartering.)

She was covered haphazardly in original chipped, distressed layers of a delicious pale pink and creamy white
over a layer of vintage green.
She had knots, cracks, worn corners, and splits.
Perfect imperfection in my world.

Upon my arrival at home, and after giving her a good scrubbing,
I lugged the round, grey wicker table...
(see her there in the corner?)

out to a new home on the front porch.

and introduced Little Prairie Pink Table to her new one.

She looked like she had always belonged there.

*Sigh*

When I placed the vintage rose pitcher on her 

(that also found a new home with me),

and filled it with stock in the most beautiful pale lavender color ~

a soft, quiet vignette bloomed in front of me.

Silver hearts: RASCC

Vintage lilac millinery crown: Rachel Pallas

Can you spell  L.O.V.E....?

Yep.
I love you,
sweet little chippy pink table.

~  Chippy, Pink Blessings  ~

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Fruit Drying Crate & Sanctuary

Early in the week, I took another day and stayed home

to regroup, refocus, and try to bring sort of semblance back into my life  ~

if even for a few hours.

The anxiety demon was threatening to push me over the edge once again,

and after listening closely to those of you who have been - or who are - where I am right now in my life,

I heeded your encouraging advice and took stock of what my heart and mind was telling me.

God was whispering, "Breathe in.  Abide in Me".

The best place for me to do that was here at Heaven's Walk.

My safe haven.

My respite from the roller coaster ride I'm on.

My sanctuary.

 

After a surprise breakfast of my favorite homemade buckwheat blueberry pancakes,

thick cut bacon, and fresh orange juice that The Husband so lovingly made for me,

I spent the rest of the day stripping the beds,

laundering duvet covers and linens,

dusting and vacuuming,

cleaning out the cobwebs of stress in my mind,

and playing around with my little fruit drying crate on the coffee table.

Therapy for me.

It had me stumped.

I couldn't figure out what it was lacking.

So, I emailed sweet, creative Tausha and she offered some wonderful suggestions.

A simple stack of floral linens.
Strips of cotton fabric off Christmas gifts from a blog friend.

Tea glasses filled with vintage silverware.

A sweetly scented candle.

A tangle of leather strung silver hearts.

A fragrant handful of roses plunked in a crystal glass.

Through the camera's viewfinder, my eyes landed on the sofa.

That, too, needed some freshening up.

A simple change.

The everyday duvet cover that I had thrown over it to keep the slips clean

was tossed into the washer.

A Simply Shabby Chic 'Mon Ami' twin bottom sheet was tucked around the seat cushions

and topped with a variety of favorite pillows.

I sat.

I looked.

I breathed deeply

and

thanked God for blessing me with such a wonderful place to live.

A respite.

A haven.

 A sanctuary.

 I hope that you can take time in this new year to find a place of respite and sanctuary ~

a place to breathe in...

a place to abide...

a place to hear His voice.

~ Blessings ~

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