I’m Still Learning

I spent my entire weekend budget in less than an hour, but….I learned some things about myself in the process.

I had stopped buying vintage items.

I noticed it over Christmas. Getting sucked into online world. Click a button, and it’ll be at your door the next day. Sometimes the same day. Get it sent to a ‘locker’ near you and pick it up in a little while.

Immediate gratification isn’t lasting.

I drove over to a friend’s Shoppe for a visit and to see if she had any lamps. The lamp in my bedroom was not giving me any joy. It was new, and modern looking, and has been bothering me for a while. My friend’s Shoppe was closed, but there’s an antique Shoppe next-door. It was a good day to wander through one of those.

A lamp caught my eye, but it was part of a set. I asked the store owner if he would split up the set. After a quick call to the vendor, it was a yes to the lamp.

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I love the details of this lamp, and it gives the room a warm glow. My previous lamp was just a bright light. There’s a difference.

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Items like these aren’t considered vintage to me. I grew up with this stuff. They are however, classic goodness.

Walking through the Shoppe, I strolled from room to room. Was there anything else that needed a good home? Then, I saw this little crushed velvet seat. It would match my bedroom drapes, and give me a spot to sit and put on shoes. (Because everyone needs that)

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At this angle it seems to be looking at me. Probably gonna have to give it a name.

No regrets my darling and we learn as we go. I may regret sipping this Bluebottle cold brew later on tonight, but as I already confessed…I’m still learning.

Somebody Else Will

Do you have projects left undone?

I have acquired vintage pieces with the sole intent of painting them. Giving them new life with lots of color. If it’s been a year and they are still sitting in their original state. Probably time to let them go.

I had a rocking chair that was very old.

It was solid wood with a rattan seat insert. The wood carving was very pretty, but it made an enormous amount of noise when you sat in it. I’m sure a cushion would fix that, but it needed some time I wasn’t willing to spend. I had good intentions with the chair, but it wasn’t a priority anymore.

In it’s natural state, it didn’t bring me joy and wasn’t being restored to it’s greatest potential. This morning, I had to let it go.

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Today is trash day, so I took it down the driveway and sat it by the trashcan for pick up. I have friends who post pictures often of pieces they have restored and they’re beautiful!

My thought never turned to passion.

I know my passions. These are the things that set my heart afire. Ideas or thoughts from the heart that have fuel in them. 

After I sat the chair at the end of the driveway, I was inspired to write this Blog. It was about 30 minutes later, I grabbed my camera to go snap a picture, to include here to show you the chair. It was gone. The trash man had not come, because the trash was still there, but no chair.

That made my heart happy. Someone had driven by and saw it and wanted it for themselves. Maybe they loved restoring furniture and saw it’s potential like I had a year ago, or maybe they just loved it as is. Whatever the reason, I am happy that the chair lives on in someones life. I was not enjoying it, but I’m grateful that somebody else will.

Gunpowder and Lace

There may come a time where we need to let go of our dream so someone else can have theirs. We work tirelessly at what seems to be something we want to achieve, but it’s like rolling a boulder uphill using our noses.

A friend of mine recently gave up her dream shop after struggling with it for as long as she could. Moving out of her dream shop, opened the door to somebody else’s.

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Welcome to Bastrop Texas. I love this town and the people in it. One our favorite shop’s to visit was Gunpowder and Lace. It wasn’t so much the shop, which was unique in its own way, but the woman who owned it. She had started her business on Main Street, and moved around the corner to a rustic location.

It has a massive front porch, with a wooden swing in the corner. You could sit in the swing and watch people enter Bastrop Brewhouse, now Neighbors Kitchen and Yard, and Larryland Music. My daughter and I sat there many a time, eating Gelato and enjoying the moment. The Colorado River runs behind these businesses and is tranquil just like this town.

My friend, has decided to close the doors of Gunpowder and Lace. To this location anyway. Once you have a dream in your heart, it doesn’t leave, but it will move. She was moving to the next town over and I know she is following God. She must be because she answered the prayers of one couple in particular.

This lady had been praying for 3 years for the right location for her husband and her to open their own shop. It would be eclectic, vintage and just anything and everything they loved and wanted to share. They pulled down a side street in Bastrop, TX, and she saw Robin’s shop, Gunpowder and Lace.

She looked at her husband and said, “That’s our shop! That is the shop we’ve been praying for!”

Little did they know, Robin was on her way out in another direction. Long story short, I had the pleasure of walking into this shop Friday evening and feel the warmth, love and life of this old building renewed. They are opening their doors Valentine’s Day weekend, and we are so excited for them and Robin. Where one dream moved on, another dream began.