It's in the Stars...

Here are just a few of my stars. My hubby and I changed the decor in our livingroom last spring. It used to be dark blue and off white with a mild gray carpet. Now we have "maple sugar" walls with 3 of them sharing an almost off white color on the top half. I was away at a conference for 3 days when the painter painted this room. I was disappointed in the top of the 3 walls. I would have immediately changed the color to a little darker had I known. It looks too much like my old walls. Oh well another day. This room changed my whole aura. The walls used to be covered in everything crafty. Now I have less "stuff" but more stars. I love my stars. I painted this once blue shelf a dark chocolate brown and added some pretties. I try my best to find stars all shapes and sizes. So far so good, but the search continues. Anytime I travel anywhere I'm looking for these babies. The one below was found in Moberly, a town 25 miles away. I picked her up and couldn't decide where her permanent place would be. By accident I

found it. The phone rang, I sat her down on my mantle next to my granparent's antique mirror. I came back into the room and "PRESTO" she's where she's meant to be. Now I'm certainly convinced I need, no I have to go back to the same store to get another one. One on the opposite side of the mirror would be a match! Notice the little berries. I have a few other stars, one of which I found on sale in St. Louis a few months back. It's a huge white, wooden star set in a black box type frame. I love it when I find a bargain I can brag about. That doesn't happen to me too often.


I think this one is especially pretty and suits my colonial/primitive yearnings.







This special little angel was found in Hiawatha, Kansas ten years ago. My dad was working there, so of course my mom and I had to go check out the local shops. She looks like a Native American/Colonial type angel doesn't she? I love her. It makes me think of my dad. We visited him several times while he was working there. He made great friends in Hiawatha. Everyone deserves great friends. This special little angel is mine because I think of my dear ole dad, he was a great friend and a brilliant star...

My Magical Friday...

On Friday, mom and I headed to Old St. Charles with Aunt Debbie. She took us to Magpies for a tasty lunch. But I have to tell you, my heart wasn't in it. I knew THAT house was just up the block. I spied it secretly as we walked past, heading to the restaurant. I didn't want to eat, I wanted to relish in the past. My heart pitter pattered. The magic, stewing. Remember the house I told you about the other day? It's THAT house. I couldn't wait to get inside. Why? Because, the magic is stewing. I stoically ate my lunch, not tasting the red ripened strawberry dessert that was placed on the table before us. All I could think about was the primitive, colonial goodies that my heart desired since my last visit. I was getting the shakes. Light headed? I think I could smell the creaking wooden floors from a block away. Finally, we headed in the right direction. My heart and hands were beginning to tremble. My knees kept pace with my feet, but they wanted to buckle. We arrived at the corner, walked the short, narrow, brick laid path and lo and behold. The front door, THE FRONT DOOR to my kind of DisneyLand.

I took a deep breath, opened the door and stepped inside. I was in Colonial/Primitive Paradise. I was too chicken to ask to take pictures inside. Plus EVERY TIME I got my nerve up, an innocent stranger would get their big, 2008, head in my shot. I couldn't ruin true beauty with a human from 2008! No, the pictures would have to be clean and humanless. Lots of tables, lamps, candles and folk art pictures filled each and every room. There were little resin bunnies, candles, berries, treenware (Have I mentioned I love, LOVE treenware) and needful things. Here are just a few items you may find there. Like I said, I took no pictures inside, these items are very similar and maybe the same. The rooms in this old house and primitive shop are huge. The floors are wooden, creaking every so often. The little electric flickering candles twinkle in every room and every window. I wish I could bring my suitcase in and just stay a while. Just a little while. I would love to move this house to central Missouri for me, my husband and furkids (Or maybe they could just stay in the house we live in now). I would never leave. Just add a kitchen (there is none since it is now a shop) and I would be set. I would have to work from home. No way around it, I would have to. No more vacations, my hubby can take them without me. That would leave me in paradise. Okay, Back to Old St. Charles, the rooms are huge. I went through most of them twice. I needed to. I didn't purchase anything that day. Although there was a huge candelabra that beckoned me. It just couldn't beckon me enough for $220. I could work my magic with that candelabra, let me tell you. We left, on to find more stores, I felt like I was leaving home. I felt the magic tickle my heart as soon as I stepped out the door. Not to worry, it's still there, that magic, dancing in aura, waiting for my return.

Goodbye favorite shop! I love you...