How are you this fine morning my friend?
Whoa, whoa, whoa……WAY too cheery for a Monday morning.
Dude, what up?
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I have a confession to make.
I haven’t done a crafty or décor-y thing in my house in…..well, I don’t even remember.
This makes me a little sad for many reasons:
1- I used to be so creative. Always making cute little things for the home, for the kids birthdays yadda and I am slowly noticing that I am losing my funk. My mojo. My “thing”.
2- This is why I started this blog to begin with. To share my creativity for little things for the home, for kid’s birthday parties yadda. I feel like I am letting all of you down.
3- I like making lists and there is usually always a #3. So I added this one for effect. OK. I haven’t lost all of my creativity.
Truth be told, I love to write about my life, my peeps and tell little comical stories.
So that is what you have experienced more of as of late on the blog.
I hope you are OK with that because that is what I feel like I do best.
But I still love me a macramé project here and there.
I don’t do macramé.
Again, added it in for effect.
Still, have it.
So I have this mantel.
On top of my fireplace?
You might have one too.
It is boss.
My brother made this.
And now you can see that I am not the talented one in the family when it comes to decor.
I don’t even know how to run a drill.
Or a power screwdriver.
He made this for us as a wedding present and I am eternally grateful for this mantel.
Because before he made this?
There was nothing.
Not even a ledge.
Stuck to a wall.
And if he hadn’t made it?
I would have gone to Target or more realistically, Goodwill and bought some of those ledge things and nailed it up there.
And it would have sagged and fallen off and left holes in the wall.
Then I would have painted and spackled over it to make the holes go bye-bye.
And then I would have tried to fashion something else.
Then it would have gotten really ugly.
And I would have started drinking Mad Dog.
Or Wild Turkey.
During the day while watching Judge Judy.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
So he really saved my existence by making and installing this mantel for us.
And a trip to rehab.
When I first got the mantel in 2006, I was all, ” I am gonna do this mantel upright”.
And decorated it for each holiday, government observance and birthday.
It was the pièce de résistance of the family room.
I loved it and it loved me back.
Then sometime in 2011, I stopped.
Oh sure I would decorate it for Halloween and Christmas but the rest of the year it looked the same.
Candles, maybe a metal star or two, and a PRAY sign.
FOR TWO SOLID YEARS.
I know some of you are all, “So? I am lucky if I dust my mantel.”
And that’s all good.
But my mantel is special.
Made especially for our little family.
It needs love and care.
And more than just a candle.
That isn’t even real.
And that we never, ever light up.
It was me hosting a Tastefully Simple party in my home that motivated me to change things up a bit.
I do this.
Are you like this?
I need to have company come to my home in order for me to move the furniture around or dust under the couch.
Or the mantel.
I hadn’t dusted my mantel in three months.
Because that would require me to move the PRAY sign.
By the way, I just vacuumed under my couch for the first time in a year.
Do people really do that?
I am a self-proclaimed neat freak and even I don’t do it.
Here is my newest mantel creation:
I know what the “old timers” are thinking.
This looks exactly like it did in 2010.
Do I still have readers from 2010?
My cousin Linda.
That might be it.
If I am forgetting someone, please let me know and I will publicly rectify that.
What an ugly word.
Anyhoo, yes, it looks very similar to that.
I am calling it a “retro” look.
Everything on this mantel I owned.
Nothing bought to create this.
Well, nothing bought in three years or so.
The key sign I made in 2011.
So the mantel is circa 2011.
This is why I will never be on the Huffington Post.
It’s called research and editing.
Two things of which I know nothing about.
Here is what my mantel looked like in 2011.
The lemons were a nice touch.
If it were a kitchen mantel.
I have a thing for stars, apparently.
You can read my blog post that went along with the picture here.
I was a lot less chatty back then and more “get to the details”.
And picture quality apparently wasn’t on my radar yet.
The book page wreath was something my mama made for me.
I love that so much.
The rattan spheres I got at a little store in Geneva, Illinois back in 1998!
I have a memory for useless info like a steel trap.
Now just ask me where my social security card is.
The metal stars I got at Goodwill years ago and they have been spray painted at least 10 times.
And no, I am not exaggerating.
I believe they may even be a different color by the publishing of this post.
The geraniums are fake and are from a craft/decor store in Peoria, Illinois.
You are either a fake flower lover or hater.
There is not really any gray area.
Although, I am not a fan of using fake flowers in gardens or flower beds or flower boxes.
OUTSIDE of the house.
Where real flowers grow.
That would be my mother in law.
So my mantel is happy.
And I am happy.
And I truly think there will be less dust on my mantel.
Because my mantel is happy.
But I won’t know anyway because it won’t be getting dusted until August.