Today I am taking a break from my usual posts.
No pictures...No thrift store goodies to share.
Just me sorting out my thoughts on the keyboard.
Senseless rambling.
No need to leave comments.

I love to thrift shop (Oh, that surprised you?!)
Finding a bargain is getting to become a goal in my life.
But when is it too much?

I have truly become more picky about what I bring home.
I now think hard about what purpose it will serve in my home.

I love spending quiet time in my "studio"...creating.
It soothes my soul and mind to sand down to the bare wood. To spray paint. To sand again, to give the piece just the right amount of age. To spread the stain on the finished piece to seal and to age some more.
Are these thoughts of a crazy woman?

Often I hear from my children about the items that are sitting on my small kitchen counter space.
I hear their voices (loud enough for me to hear) say that there is too much clutter.
That there are too many things in the house.
I HEAR them...but I SEE a home that is warm and welcoming. Filled with things that I have created...that I love!

I let them have their own spaces.
Their bedrooms are not prim.
They have clothes lying on the floor, on their beds, in the over flowing hampers.
How can they live like that??? In complete clutter!

Almost all of the items that I purchase are remade and stored in the mobile home on the property next door.
That is where I take my pictures.
When it comes time to remove the mobile home, to build a new building, these beloved items will have a new home.
This new building will become a sanctuary for me, Joe, and any of the children who wish to join us.
It will have no cable tv. No computers. No telephone.
It will consist of one large room, with a kitchen and a keeping room. A wood burner. And of course a bathroom.
It will house a tv and a dvd player...that is all of the electronics that will be allowed.
It will have a fold out bed, for those who want to spend the night.
Joe will also have a workshop on the property. His sanctuary from all the hecticness of the home next door!

I sometimes sit alone in that mobile home....listening to the quietness around me.
Thinking of what is yet to be.

Do any of your families not understand your passion for a simpler time?
With worn finishes?
Or do they embrace this passion with you?
Are they embarrassed to step foot into a TS or a GW store?
Or do they jump at the chance to go with you?
My little ones enjoy going...the teenagers and above....not a chance!
Even Joe would rather stay in the car and wait.

These are the things I have rambling through my brain.
Now I must get ready to get groceries and stop at GW store before I head home.

Enjoy your Sunday!