More Flea Market Decorating


I can't get enough of this flea market decorating style. Above: A great look for your kitchen. And straight from the farm!

Something Wicked This Way Comes


Imagine you get an email from someone mentioning a comment you'd left on her post. Just being friendly. 

Except you didn't leave the comment she's written you about. 

Imagine you go over to her blog, and you've never even read the post before. 

Imagine that you scroll down to the comments, and there you are. Your photo and the comment you made. Except you didn't make it. 

Imagine that you apparently made a comment about something you don't even own. And you have no knowledge whatsoever about any of this. 


I'm beginning to believe this house may be haunted. Strange things happen here. Like with my computer. My blog. Things get erased. Feeds that are merely being redirected get lost in cyberland. 

Now I basically have two blogs with the same name. I don't know why. Sometimes a post will post to one. Or perhaps the other. But not both at the same time. 

I tried to bring them together. I researched it. I tried to blend them. To no avail. They are separate and they are stubbornly staying that way. And apparently there's not a darn thing I can do about it. 


Overnight your computer's clock and calendar moves forward to 2021. And every time you go to your Pictures file, you see that date.

And now things get created. But you know darn well you didn't do the creating.

What would you think? That you'd taken leave of your senses?


This is spooky stuff. And it isn't anywhere near Halloween. 


Charlie has developed the irritating habit of barking. At absolutely nothing. I don't see a thing. But he barks at whatever he thinks he sees.

I look out the window. No dogs being walked. No cats in the yard. No people jogging. No cars stopping. Nothing.

Abi has developed strange little habits as well. Instead of barking to be let outside to do her business, she now barks for me to come clean it up. She's peed on the kitchen linoleum. And she wants me to come clean it up. As in right now right this very minute.

I've never been afraid to live alone. I do just fine. I don't jump at every noise or fear someone's in the house. I don't jump at shadows. Now noises are another thing altogether. 

I'm not afraid now. I just think something eerie is going on. If it's a ghost (if there are such things), that was a previous occupant, that's okay. Just leave me be and I'll do the same for them.

Because it seems to me that strange things have happened to me most all of my life. And I just want an ordinary day-to-day, nothing-much-happens, never-ever-go-out-after-5-p.m. kind of life. (Truth be told, it would be more like 3:30.)

I have had enough drama for a lifetime.

I am a creature of habit. I am one of those people that just can't go outside the realm of what they normally do. 

So what in the heck is going on?

(And if you're wondering why I went a long stretch (unlike compulsive me) without a photo, it is because no matter how many times I tried, suddenly all my photos went down to the bottom of the page, to the right-hand side, and were quite tiny. I give up. I know, makes no sense whatsoever...)

The phrase "something wicked this way comes" originates in Act IV scene 1, line 45 of William Shakespeare's play Macbeth. The speaker is the second witch, whose full line is, "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes."


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Welcome Wagon Friday 8/30/13


The last Friday in August. And so many bloggers thinking of fall decor. Another season we love in Blog Land. All I know is it's very hot here. Not indicative of fall coming any time soon!

Ten BH&G Flea Market Decorating Ideas


I'm finding some nifty flea market style decorating ideas over at Better Homes & Gardens. I believe this brown box is for chickens. Not sure. But now it's used to store magazines. 

The Pupsters Get A Hair Cut


I'm pretty well tuckered out after all that painting and climbing and such in the kitchen. Reckon it will take me a bit to get the kinks worked out of my back and neck. 

The Less Than $50 Kitchen Redo


What do you do when you have a 1934 very small kitchen that you want to update somehow, but you don't have the bucks to get much done? 

Well, first I rolled around on my garden scooter and painted all these lower cabinets that you're seeing. 

But no. That didn't do it for me. I painted them for nothing, because another idea popped into my head.


What do I turn to when I'm at a loss? I get out the Mod Podge. And then I just improvised as I went along and went to town, as they say.


I realize that this concept isn't everyone's cup of tea. But I didn't want it to be ordinary. I used the window curtains I made when I first moved in as my creative inspiration. 

I started going through my boxes of printed graphics that I've kept over the years. You know. Those that "speak" to you, but you don't know what to do with them. So they get stuffed away and rarely seen.

Not anymore. Favorite poems, quotes, vintage photos, etc. Things that "strike my fancy."


Yes, many are a bit crooked. But remember, I'm rolling around on this garden cart and bending over and trying to judge distances. 

I've already torn one big graphic off, and it left quite a mess and I had to somehow cover it. So the rest shall stay crooked and no one will mention it. Okay?


My refrigerator. And like many of you, I have important magnetic cards up there should I need the plumber or whoever. 

To the far right is a black bookcase where I store food. I don't have a pantry and few cabinets. This had to suffice.


To the far left here is the table I did the Frog Tape project on last week. Just decorated the top with a few stripes. 

The pan lid is one I picked up somewhere or other. I'm using it as a kitchen towel holder.


Now I have all but folded myself up into a pretzel to take these photos in this very narrow galley type kitchen. So you may not see every single thing. 

To the far left is a plastic tub with a blue top. It houses my dogs' expensive prescription food they must eat. If you recall, they have very delicate tummies and have spent time in the animal ER and hospital. Which came with a huge bill. So expensive prescription food it is. 


Above is my coffee bar. I stenciled a cup of coffee on each door. Two came out okay. 

The bottom ones (remember I'm on a rolling cart and trying to gauge from above), didn't come out quite as well.  But, moving right along. No one is perfect.


A few days ago, these upper cabinets had doors. The shelves are kind of useless, in that you had to get a step ladder to retrieve anything. 

At 4 a.m., it came to me. I'd take off the doors and put pretties inside that I didn't need to retrieve on a step ladder. They'd just be there for looks. I was giddy with excitement. 

I got up the next morning and took off those doors. And saw the ugly electrical wires inside. Not only that, I don't think the inside had been painted in 30 years. 


So I whipped out the paint again and had to put four coats in there. But it is done and the doors are in the garage. You can see the electrical wires hanging down from the ceiling, but oh well. This is a real kitchen. And it is far from perfect.


The black and white checkered paper you see is cut up scrapbook paper. The red and white Elaine from Sunny Simple Life sent me awhile back. I think teachers use them in class rooms. 

Well, now they're used in my kitchen. And they were stiff and hard to decoupage, unlike bendable scrapbook paper. But I persevered and now they're glued down and flat.



If this is where I'm going to "hang my apron", then I'm going to have fun seeing my favorite quotes and poems and all the graphics that had been hidden inside boxes for years. Now I can view them every single day.

Someone might walk in and go blind from the frenzy of color. I suggest you walk in with sun glasses if this is overwhelming. 


There are no rules about decorating. You can do as you wish. 


Have fun with your house! And you can do it with less than $50 if you use what you have and only buy what you can't find in the garage.

Now I'm headed to this very colorful kitchen to have my coffee. And I shall be resting this week.

Frugal Tips #2


There was a time when I walked into the grocery store and automatically went to the name brands on the shelves. Now I try the generics. Try the store brand and see if it tastes different. If not, save yourself some money.

Tweak It Tuesday #53


Last week on Tweak It Tuesday, Aiken House & Garden shows one of her many comfy and beautiful spots to sit a spell.


Living Vintage shows off her newly renovated kitchen. Ooh-la-la.

Cheap Decorating Tricks


You all know I'm a big proponent of using what you have, living green when you can, and not taking up a giant footprint on the earth. As in big McMansions that waste so much energy.

Flowers & Still Working In The Kitchen


This morning before it got hot the dogs and I went outside. I took my scissors and green pitcher and clipped a sparse bouquet. Everything seems to be on its last legs in the zinnia department. 

My First Project With FrogTape®


I was asked to participate in a challenge with “FrogTape®” to paint a project and review the outcome.

An August Project Started & The Pupsters


I'm one wore out mama today. Yesterday I worked on a decoupage/paint project in my kitchen. One of those cost-nearly-nothing projects. I'll be showing it to you when I'm done or farther along.

Welcome Wagon Friday 8/23/13


Welcome Wagon time. Three new bloggers for you to meet and greet. Up for you this week I have...

Cheap File Folder Idea


I have a small two drawer filing cabinet. It is not enough for all warranties, medical records, pet information, etc. So I took a Walmart dish drainer and created another that was portable.

A House Is Where You Hang Your Apron


I don't live in a fancy house. The landscaping in front leaves something to be desired. I planted this front bed last year before I fell, but the heat did away with it. And most of it didn't come up in the spring time like it did in the back yard.  


I come from very humble beginnings. We were poor. We didn't have a car. My grandmothers and I walked to the grocery store in town and walked back home. Seemed like the paper sacks got heavier with every step.


But we had a prolific garden. And we ate well. Blackberry cobblers. Fresh tomatoes and cucumbers and onions and potatoes. We didn't go to restaurants.


I was on my own at an early age. I made lots of mistakes. I married three times. 

I never did get it right. I don't have the desire to try any more. I just want my peace and my dogs and my little blue house. 


If you want to see grandeur and read about fancy houses, I'm sorry, you're in the wrong place. 

I've lived in fancy houses. 

Fancy houses, I can promise you, don't make you happy. Modest ones don't either. Houses are simply where you hang your apron.


I suppose you could say in some ways I've been to hell and back. The kind of hell that being married and miserable brings. 

Maybe it's just the feeling of being trapped, and you either chew off your foot or die trying.

I can't blame a whole bunch of other people. It is what it is. 

I have two daughters in their mid to late thirties who I love dearly. And two precious grandchildren. I started young. I didn't know beans about mothering. And I wasn't blessed with one of my own to teach me. 

And I love the spoiled and sometimes ornery pupsters. Sometimes they're as silly and aggravating as the day is long. But they're the best companions a woman could have just the same.


I don't have the latest this or that. I tossed the credit cards when I moved here. I don't carry a "smart" phone or know how to text. 

I don't go to stores and buy new things to show you. I will admit I did once. I think I was mostly trying to fill the emptiness I felt within. 

I sold the bulk of those new things before I moved here. I needed the money more. I don't miss them.

I do miss my cats. What is important has a beating heart. No matter how hard you try, you can't breathe life into "things."


Please understand. I don't begrudge people their beautiful and expensive things. I once had them too. In the end, I was more than happy to trade them in on another life. 

A new lease on life. 


What I have learned...

The old song is true. Money can't buy you love. Or loyalty. Or happiness. 

There is nothing worse than to be in the room with the person you married, and feel more lonely than you ever have in your whole life. 

Learning that did make me feel humble. A feeling that I'd failed. It trailed me for awhile. Still bothers me sometimes that I couldn't get it right. 

But I know in my heart of hearts that what is right is me and the pupsters in this little blue house, barely getting by, but for the most part happier than pigs in mud just the same.

Book Club Picks


The poll for the book club picks has just closed, and the book you have chosen for September is...

Tweak It Tuesday #52


Last week on Tweak It Tuesday, Around The House put together a watermelon-inspired table.

Photography: Getting Close Ups Of Nature


People are always asking me how I get close up bird photos. I am self-taught, and I don't know what a professional photographer would tell you. But I'll tell you how I accomplish this.

Small Space Decorating Ideas


I love the mixture of colors in the above photo. Whites, spring greens and a touch of orange. (I think orange is starting to grow on me!) The simple jute-like rug grounds the furniture around it.