More Random Acts of Beauty

I want this blog to give back to you. I want to give to you my very best, via this blog. I don't always hit that target, and I feel it whenever I miss it. Whenever I toss up a post just to get one up, whenever I don't invest, I feel it. I don't like that feeling, because I prefer knowing I invested. I prefer knowing that I have sown. I want my blog to be a blessing to you.



That takes more work than most people realize, more work than most people are willing to put into something they don't get paid to do. I don't care that I do this for free, because I enjoy excellence, I like doing my very best for you. I want this blog to be a source of encouragement, inspiration, a laugh, maybe just a smile, and a source of good - no, great - information. I am constantly on the lookout, on your behalf, for "the best of the best" of what is available online. By the time something makes it to my blog, it is the cream that has risen to the top.



In keeping with all the above, I have a couple of things to share with you. I absolutely love the website Houzz. If you have never visited yet, go now. (Go ahead...I'll wait for you...)



You'll spend a very long time looking through some really inspiring designs, if you are anything like me.



I've just discovered another "love" - a brand new site. I think it is open to the general public now. I had to have an invitation when I joined, I'm not sure if that has changed, but it isn't hard to get one. It is called Pinterest. On Pinterest, you can create your own virtual inspiration boards, much like you might have created various idea books in Houzz. (I have about six idea books going in Houzz at the moment...) I have long been looking for one place I could tuck away all the beautiful images I come across that are worth saving. Pinterest does it! It is entirely too much fun - check it out, I think you will enjoy it immensely.



Lastly, please allow me to leave you with a few of what I always call "Random Acts of Beauty"...these random acts are just me, tossing bits of beauty into the blogosphere. Just me, sowing beauty, loving beauty, sharing beauty.



Savor. Enjoy.



I think this is quite simply the perfectly imperfect hairstyle. So wabi sabi. (Google it.) It would work for any age. Timeless. Imperfect. Perfect. Lovely. Feminine.

Wood counters are big...going into some very high end expensive kitchens. You cannot match the warmth of wood...the unpretentious beauty.

The perfect little home office nook. That framed tapestry? Sa-woon.

More of those cool pillows I've been telling you about...in orange and blue, no less!

This diningroom marries orange and blue so beautifully...

This picture stole my heart! I have no idea who this baby is, but she is adorable. Almost as cute as my grandson. Make no mistake, however. I might as well come out and say that I'm gunning for some pink of my own. Either my daughter Sarah or my daughter Hannah is going to have to produce. Ahem.

THIS, mi amiga, is a leather cover for a MAC BOOK! A laptop cover that looks like a book! What a fun gift for a Mac user. Love!!!

Blue and orange, in architecture...the orange tone of the bricks, the gorgeous blue doors...

Orange, blue, neutrals, symmetry ...the only thing I'd change is that I would do just one unexpected something in this room, but even as it is, I love this...the design is so clean and bright.

We Are So Proud of Justin!

We don't have sons-in-law here in this house. We have sons-in-love. Our son-in-love Justin McConnell took his test for his teacher certification shortly after baby Tim was born. He was a sleep deprived pappa. He is also doing his internship at Bearden high school. He is also months away from earning his Master's degree. He also picks up hours when he can at a second job.

So, it is no small thing that he scored in the top 15% of everyone who has ever taken the test. Not just the top 15% out of those who took the test this year, but of all who have ever taken the test, in the whole, long history of the test.

What? You don't believe me? The cake alone doesn't prove it? Okay, for all the cynical, jaded skeptics out there ~

(Just kidding...I know everyone believes me. I simply adore milking something for all it is worth, and this occasion is worth a lot!)

Okay, okay. So I could have taken a picture of someone else's award letter. Here is the proof-to-beat-all-provings:


See the name? "Justin McConnell".

Can I tell you? Yes, he worked very hard. Yes, he studied. But he will be the first to tell you....it was the grace of God. Justin has a revelation of grace that lets him live life at an unfair advantage. Justin believes that God is pleased with Christ, and Justin trusts in Christ alone for his sufficiency in all things, and so Justin gets divine favor over all his endeavors.

And yet, though his considerable intellect and sturdy work ethic is a gift from God, we all still get to say, "Justin we are so proud of YOU!"

I told you that grace men and grace women out-perform the legalist-performers!

God's grace works that way. Amazing!

Little Tim's First Playdate

Poppy's namesake, our grandson Timothy, went on his first playdate last week...

As you can see, he was very excited at the prospect of playing with his buddy Ethan William, born on the same day as he!

It was a cold, wintery day...his mommy got him all bundled up. I couldn't resist taking a picture of such a momentous occasion, and then sharing it with you!

When they got back, Little Britches told his Mimi all about it.

He had big fun.

Already Planning a Return Trip to Charleston, SC!

The houses...oh, the houses. And their front doors...

The gardens....oh, the gardens...

(window boxes, even at Christmastime!)

Ooooooh, the restaurants!

Oh, the inspiring artist's and crafter's shops...not the least of which was this yarn shop - a feast for my color-deprived, winterized soul...

Charleston, we will be back to see you again...soon.

A "Pottery Barn-ish" Cable Knit Pillow

Finished an easy project this evening - see the blue cable knit pillow? I have been coveting some Pottery Barn pillows just like this, in various colors, but wasn't about to pay their prices. These soft, cozy knit pillows are a big hit this season, and decorators see no end in sight. They will most definitely be back in all your interior decor magazines next fall and winter.

So I went to the thrift store and bought the newest looking men's large sweater I could find. I bought it for ~one~ dollar, took it home, washed and dried it, cut a square out of the front and a square out of the back, and hand sewed the two sides together, wrong sides out. When I was half way done on the last side, I turned it right-side-out, and stuffed it with a down pillow form I already have. Then I sewed the whole pillow shut with matching blue yarn. (Well, semi matching. The blue isn't a perfect match, but I was determined to spend no more than ~one~ dollar on the whole thing...the blue yarn I had was the yarn I made do with.)

And so, for ~one~ dollar, I have the perfect pillow that others paid sixty-five times more for. And it is in a beautiful hand picked, shade of blue-gray. Love!

I think I will do this a few more times now, and store the sweaters-turned-pillow-covers away when spring comes. Next autumn, I'll get them back out. My sofa will be adorned with cozy beauty. And I'll go visit Pottery Barn, where the style will surely be once again on lavish display, and I will smile smugly.

Until I see something else I want, but don't want to pay what they charge.

Twins?

Are you seeing double?

Are you looking at a set of twins?

Nah...it is me n' my sister, just a couple of months ago on Christmas day. We consist of one biiiiig personality, that just happens to inhabit two bodies. I'm on the left, she's the one on the right...the one with the better hair than me.

I heart her.

Me, Interviewing Myself (!!)

I just finished reading a great article in one of my favorite design blogs, and one of the best features this month was an interview with a top-tier architect and designer. His soulful answers made me wish someone would interview me...I have a few really uber-cool thoughts too, after all.

Then, I realized...though it is the epitome of chutzpah, cheekiness, and bad taste, I could interview myself.

Why not?

The only problem is I can't write about what I am wearing. Usually, when a woman is interviewed, the writer talks about how she was ushered by the maid into Famous Woman's livingroom, where momentarily Famous Woman appeared, tanned and relaxed, wearing faded jeans, a casual Liberty of London cotton shirt, and the perfect Bottega Veneta sandals. Her hair is usually down around her shoulders, and whoever she is, she's almost always wearing a simple gold chain, and gold hoop earrings.

Me? I'm sporting a "My Son is a Marine" sweatshirt, reading glasses on top of my head, no makeup, and some garishly colorful socks. (jeans too, of course, but who cares...) Not the stuff of delightful, detailed description. But I can dream.

Let's get started. I'm going to ask me all the same questions that Mr. Architect Extraordinaire was asked...I'm thinking that, though my answers won't be nearly as global-chic as his, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

"Sheila, what inspires you?"

Me: "Well, me, let me think....my home awash in candlelight, antique shops, book stores, old grave yards, and beautiful homes, and interesting people, real or imaginary."

"What color palette are you continually drawn to?"

Me: "Orange, paired with the perfect shade of turquoise blue against a neutral backdrop - also, here lately, that very preppy shade of kelly-ish green. This is both a sign and a wonder to me, because I don't know where it, the new love of green, comes from. Where does one find one's "likes" in life?"

(my answer is way more interesting than Mr. Famous Architect.)

"Where is your favorite vacation spot on earth?"

Me: "Wherever my husband and I are alone. Or Perdido Key. We used to stay in a condo there every year, an end unit, that was directly adjacent to a nature preserve. I woke up every morning overlooking the sunrise, the Gulf waters, and two miles of beach with absolutely nothing on it."

"How do you relax at the end of the day?"

Me: "Well, Miss Me, I love old 30's and 40's music. Ideally, it is the "blue hour", right after sunset, and the cicadas are chirping rhythmically, and Tim and I are taking a ride in the Barbie Jeep, Pandora radio on tap, followed by a glass of wine on the back porch. This is the time of day to think about the color of your children's eyes, how cute your puppy is, your grandson's smile, and all the cool things you have planned tomorrow."

"What do you serve when friends come to dinner?"

Me: "Something simple. We've been known to serve a couple of whole roasted rosemary chickens, roasted potatoes, a big salad or broiled asparagus, bread, and wine. Just that."

"Is there a book that has changed your life?"

Me: "Sorry to be so predictable, but the Bible. I marvel at the plan of God, from Genesis to Revelation, laid out as epic story and true masterpiece. Grace is a person, Jesus Christ - and Grace is a plan, and Grace is a perfect wonder to me."

"What is your idea of perfect happiness?"

Me: "A houseful of people, my grandson asleep in my arms in spite of the din and uproar, followed by the delicious quiet when guests go home, as I pad around in my jammies gathering glasses to put in the dishwasher. I get to experience this all...the...time. So I stay pretty happy."

"Last question - what is an easy way to make life more glamorous?"

Me: "To slow down and be deliberate. Hurry and irritation are the surest marks of the amateur. To laugh a little too loud, and to very occasionally yell when you are justifiably angry - because people who don't are educated beyond their ability to be normal. And to embrace humility. Humility is the primary indication of true success. And not that fake modesty crap...I'm talking about the ability to acknowledge your strengths, yet prefer to totally forget about yourself and focus on others."

I love interviewing me. I think I might even do it again sometime. Which proves that, according to me, I am not yet entirely successful, as it is not humble at all to interview oneself. Oh well...I have to write, to know what it is I'm thinking.