Long post full of sincere flattery

So I'm not messin around on this blog for much of any reason. I just found out about these online journals this year in spring. I never knew what to do on the computer after I checked my 2 spam emails and read what everyone thought was important enough to share with the world on facebook. I think I must've googled something about "retro home" and in the clicking away process found some really interesting blogs. It was cool to see photos of other people's neat stuff and most often I had a keen ear to what what they were sayin.
I liked those folks. I wish there were some around here. In my life right now I am pretty much on an island. I have 2 friends, my best buddy Delena and my sister Michelle.  And 2 is a good solid number when a person comes to counting friends.

 Ladies, it's my blog and this is not facebook so you can't make me take down a single picture. Just deal.

 But back to what I was sayin, I like this community online. It's been a source of good on a lot of ends. When I was feeling homesick for a home that didn't exist yet, I eased it up a little looking through posts from Say It Aint So by Rae Sock. Ten years of borrowing other people's property for hard earned dough and not being able to paint a darn wall?! Clicking through her kitschy super vintage home had my envy as green as her living room walls. But a good envy, mind you. An appreciative envy.  In a spiritual funkitude I stumbled on From Under His Feathers by Brooke Hammel and after a little reading was encouraged so deeply within to stand and endure, God isn't at all like my dad's here on earth. No way was His love conditional and I didn't need to walk the line of perfection to stay in His affectionate gaze. Brooke's a Christian like me, I've always felt like a hippie in my church. Good to meet another one ;) When I felt the itch to start sewing, makin, paintin and doin again I got over the mom slump through inspiration from Laura Mazurek from Roots and Feathers. I even stopped by her little town this summer and looked at her wares, it's not far at all from San Antonio where we were visiting family. Not in a stalkery, school girl crush kinda way. In a respect for her putting hand to the hammer kinda way. Seeing people go for it in the realm of "doin what you love to make a livin" is sooooo good for my inner person to see. I live in a family of practical, insurance buying worker bees. Not really anyone to hobnob with over things outside of the box.

A little bit of Laura's work

Proof that I was there. Because you always need proof.

So thank you, internet savvy women of the USA. You're vintage treasures make me smile inside and out, your transparency of the spirit goes beyond curious voyeurism and has a divine appointment and purpose and your tenacity to create for a living inspires me to just do it. Thanks for your contribution, it's not at all superficial or petty. It's treasure.

*Feel like I need to state that even though this sounds like a paid testimonial for bare minerals or a Jack Lalanne Juicer, this is not a "sponsored post" (whatever that is, I'm still pretty geen). Just solid appreciation soundin off.*