Old House Master Bathroom Renovation: DIAMONDS AND SWIRLS

Welcome to the beginning of another week. I'm so glad you've stopped by for a visit   From time to time some of you ask me to post more pictures of the renovation of my old house.  I haven't done that in quite awhile, so I've decided today to put some together for you.  This week, I'll show you what our Master Bath looked like BEFORE. Warning: I should have posted this a couple of weeks ago at Halloween.  It's really scary!   For starters, you should know that sometime probably in the 1930s or '40s our 1907 house's original back porch was enclosed and a small "wing" added on one side.  At the time of the addition, the room on the left was a tiny bathroom, and the room on the right was a small kitchen. It seems that the ... Keep Reading...

The Gift Everyone Wants to Receive … but Seldom Wants to Give

Are you working on your Sally List?  (Don't know what a Sally List is?  Click HERE to read about it.)   I've been working on mine, and my offer to do a meal for our local women's shelter ... complete with tablescape, of course ... was accepted with great excitement.  We're working towards a Feb. 13 Valentines Eve candlelight dinner, and I plan to use these beautiful Theodore Haviland plates I won from Cherry Kay's fantastic giveaway at Entertaining Women.  Won't they be perfect for a soft, feminine Valentine-theme table? Click HERE to see entire tablescape.   As I've read some of your Sally List comments and emails, there's been one topic that keeps getting mentioned, and I can't get it off my mind.  You see, ... Keep Reading...

The Final Salute

I have a 90-year-old friend who was a member of the Army Nurse Corps in World War II.  On impulse, I did a Google search for her -- and was shocked to see a 2003 interview she did for the Veteran's Oral History Project at The University of Tennessee.  You see, she speaks very little of those days ... and there in front of me was a 112-page transcript.  Needless to say, I spent the next couple of hours reading ... trying to absorb what my friend had experienced.   Helen was 21 years old and fresh out of nursing school when she enlisted.  She thought she would be working in a hospital wearing a crisp white uniform and caring for patients.  She couldn't have been more mistaken. That was March 1943.  Right off the bat she was inoculated ... Keep Reading...