Chin Up Buttercup Because You Don’t Always Get What You Want

Chin Up Buttercup pillow from Stein Mart in Johnson City, Tennessee

Chin Up Buttercup pillow from Stein Mart in Johnson City, Tennessee

My goodness! It has been a long time since we have sat a spell and chatted. So much has happened since I put my running shoes on that I don’t even know where to start…Hmmmm…perhaps I should just make a brief list…and leave all the details and ins and outs for another day.

  • After I posted my last article “I’ve Got My Running Shoes On“–the little family and I kicked the renovation into high gear.
  • Lots of work, prayers, and breakdowns later–our house in Trussville, Alabama sold.
  • We were “homeless” for a few weeks because our house in Alabama sold before our house in Johnson City was ready–plus, there were several problems with paperwork–is my name really that hard to spell?
  • Moved into the new house–almost immediately painted the porch swing that my dad made me many moons ago bright pink.
  • Went to Stein Mart bought fun pillows–couldn’t resist the Chin Up Buttercup one because it was what I needed at that exact moment to remind me that God was right there with me–telling me that He had not left me…that I just needed to learn a few life lessons to make me a better, stronger person.
Paint Details--Valspar Duramax in Pantone Honeysuckle from Lowe's in Johnson City, Tennessee  Pillow Shams--Stein Mart in Johnson City, Tennessee   Decorative Pillow--Stien Mart in Johnson City, Tennessee

Paint Details–Valspar Duramax in Pantone Honeysuckle from Lowe’s

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This photo was taken just a couple of weeks after we moved into our home built in 1920.

The porch had me at "Hello" *smile*

The porch had me at “Hello” *smile*

Mattie and I taking a much needed rest on the front porch. We had been painting all day!

Mattie and I taking a much needed rest on the front porch. We had been painting all day! Well, I had been painting. Mattie had been playing and napping.

Well, I must be going because I have to decide which color to stain my new fence–decisions, decisions. Stay tuned to the blog and my social media for all the updates, projects, randomness, nonsense, and much more ūüôā Be sure to check out my weekly Sweet Sorghum Living Short Tales at Real Media.¬†

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Thanks for sitting a spell with me today, and in the famous words of the Rolling Stones–“You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes you just might find–you get what you need.” So, chin up my buttercups ūüôā

 

Moving Boxes, Barristers, and Cow Figurines

BArristers at hatridge

My husband’s barristers at HatRidge. ¬†While house hunting for the new place, Stan had three major must-haves. ¬†(1) privacy (2) a place to put his large, handmade walnut table that belonged to his grandfather (3) a place to put his barristers that belonged to his grandfather and father

It is funny how I really never thought about my belongings until I had to move them.  I never thought about how heavy or how big or how many.

The family and I (aka the Hathorns) have moved three times since 2008. ¬†Life happens quickly. ¬†It an instant everything can change…from good to bad…from bad to good…from bad to worse…from good to better. ¬†You get it ūüôā

Hand stamped charm and necklace by Beadsoul.  Check out her Etsy shop at

Hand stamped charm and necklace by Beadsoul. Check out her Etsy shop at www.etsy.com/shop/beadsoul

Now, it is time to grab a good cup of coffee and sit a spell with me as we explore “Moving Boxes, Barristers, and Cow Figurines.”

It was a gorgeous Sunday. ¬†The family and I were having our traditional lunch at Sweet Pepper’s Deli in Starkville, Mississippi. ¬†We were sitting on the patio enjoying the Southern sunshine, chatting about nonsense, and laughing at each other’s ridiculousness. ¬†Suddenly, the unthinkable happens…the unexpected…the “didn’t see that coming”….

The hubby received a call from his boss that changed everything with which we were comfortable…that changed our thinking and our future. ¬†It set in motion a series of events that cannot be explained in a few paragraphs.

The company for which Stan worked was closing its doors…effective immediately. ¬†Now, I am not going to bore y’all with all the details…but know this…God had His hands in it all from the very beginning.

Custom hand stamped boho bracelet by Lisa Hamilton of Beadsoul

Custom hand stamped boho bracelet by Lisa Hamilton of Beadsoul–check out my blog post “Moving Forward While Stuck” at www.sweetsorghumliving.wordpress.com/2013/01/14/moving-forward-while-stuck/

So, the mister and I did not hesitate.  We prayed.  We took a leap of faith.  We left our hometown and moved to the outskirts of Birmingham.

I am embarrassed  to admit that we rushed a bit in deciding on which house to purchase.  Everything was such a whirlwind.

Stan was living in a hotel.  Abby and I were staying back at HatRidge so we both could finish out the school year.  She was in 7th grade, and I was a school teacher.  It was the right thing to do.

We got a fabulous deal on the Argo house…it was new construction and gorgeous…but there was a lack of privacy…and the noise from the interstate that was nearby was unbearable to folks who grew up in the country…where every cricket and tree frog could be heard.

Something had to change.

The house was everything on our "must have" list--but it didn't take long for the lack of privacy and noise to make the "dream home" a nightmare!

Even with a lovely backyard, it didn’t take long for the lack of privacy and noise to make the Argo “dream home” a nightmare!

Luckily…and not so luckily…we still owned our Mississippi house–HatRidge. ¬†What did we decide to do? ¬†Sell and move. ¬†Pack up all the belongings…again. ¬†The hubby was back to living in a hotel, and Abby and I were back at HatRidge.

It was nice to be back–with family, friends, and the familiar…but we were not a family. ¬†Abby missed her dad. ¬†I missed him. ¬†He missed us. ¬†What to do?

We prayed. ¬†We cried. ¬†We decided to sell HatRidge and become a family once more. ¬†Long story–short. ¬†It all happened in God’s perfect timing…we sold…we moved…we are renovating.

This time around…we have privacy…there is no traffic noise…the views are grand…the pool is splendid…the project list is shrinking…and we are a happy family under one roof.

The before photo of our new place...stay with me as we reveal the during and the final photos.

The before photo of our new place…stay with me as we reveal the during and the final photos…I have removed all the overgrown bushes from the front and have managed to kill most of the English Ivy that was left to grow anywhere and everywhere!

Back to those beloved barristers. ¬†The plan was to downsize…that did not happen. ¬†We actually upsized. ¬†It did not take long in the house hunting process to figure out that Stan’s furniture was not going to fit into a smaller house.

It was a struggle even in a larger house to figure out where to put his beloved bookcases.  I wanted to keep them together as a set because I loved the grand-scale impact.  After several attempts of keeping them together, I realized that sometimes a breakup is necessary.

I placed ten of the cases in the kitchen.  At first, I had twelve--stacked almost to the ceiling--but decided that I wanted to create a vignette at the top.

I placed ten of the cases in the kitchen. At first, I had twelve–stacked almost to the ceiling–but decided that I wanted to create a vignette at the top.

Barristers in the kitchen filled with everything from books to pottery

Barristers in the kitchen filled with everything from books to pottery

I stacked twelve of the barristers in the dining room and filled them with family treasures and memories.

I stacked twelve of the barristers in the dining room and filled them with family treasures and memories.  I currently have two left, and they are tucked safely away in the garage until I decide what to do with them.

What I have learned from all of the unexpected and the moving process is breaking up is hard to do, but sometimes necessary. ¬†I have also come to realize that it is God’s job to plan our futures and not our jobs to tell God what to do…sometimes, God has to get us out of our comfort zone so we will truly walk in faith.

Thanks for sitting a spell with me today.  Be sure to check out my latest articles at Real Story Publishing for tips on how to create family heirloom vignettes and how to create fabulous wall galleries.

How to Create Wall Galleries: ¬†“Sweet Sorghum Living Short Tales: ¬†Lightning Bugs in a Mason Jar”¬†http://thisisrealmedia.com/2013/06/28/sweet-sorghum-living-short-tales-lightning-bugs-in-a-mason-jar/

How to Create Family Heirloom Vignettes: ¬†“”Sweet Sorghum Living Short Tales: ¬†What to Do With Cow Figurines” ¬†http://thisisrealmedia.com/2013/06/21/sweet-sorghum-living-short-tales-what-do-you-do-with-cow-figurines/

Have a Blessed Day!

Chasidy