I Heart Garage Saleing

Memorial day weekend I went garage saleing with my Grandma and I found so many fabulous finds. If I would have had a truck I would have bought SO.MUCH.MORE. (my husband is glad I didn't have a truck!)

Here is a little chair that came with an old school desk I bought. I repainted it red with a can of spray paint. (spray paint has become my new best friend, I had never used it before and it is SO.MUCH.EASIER! ♥ it!)

Some old frames that I bought to get my craft on. I have so many ideas, I know for sure that I will be painting them, and I have thought about putting chicken wire behind some, maybe cork behind one, and maybe fabric behind some for a picture collage. I would LOVE more ideas, please comment with ideas you may have, and maybe if I use your idea you might just get a little surprise! :)

Here is the old school desk I bought, I repainted it red and used chalkboard spray paint for the top. Can I just say that I LOVE the chalkboard paint! (and so do my nieces and nephews!) :)


My favorite find? This old wooden high chair.... I have been wanting one like this for a very long time and I thought to myself, I need to watch for one at garage sales, and then I found it! It took a lot of work fitting it in my little car with the desk and frames and my poor Grandma ended up sitting in the back seat in a VERY small spot, but she volunteered :) and it all worked out, and I am so happy about it. As you know, I don't have any kids y.e.t. BUT, I will eventually, and in the meantime I have lots of nieces that will use it and friends babies. :)

It was in pretty good condition when I bought it, but I did sand down a few spots and repaint it with black spraypaint! ♥♥♥

Have a fabulous Thursday!!!

31, 14, 15, 32, 16.....0

Numbers. Simple meaningless numbers, unless you are me.

A little deep and a little personal, but I am throwing it all out there. Somehow, talking about it makes me feel a little bit better, and although I have very dear friends who know my struggles, only those that have been in my situation can really know how I feel. But I'm hoping with what I write, and something I want to share with you written by a friend of mine, will give you a glimpse of what I have come to realize, sadly, a lot of us go through.

31- days in my cycle
14- the day I start testing
15- the day I ovulate
32- the number of months I have been trying to conceive & the number of months I have been disappointed.
16- the number of years I have known that I was going to have fertiliy problems
(is it weird that I have felt this from a young age, that I somehow knew that I would have fertility issues?)
0- the number of times I have had a positive pregnancy test.

A friend of mine, that has dealt with some of my same issues, wrote the most amazing blog post about what woman in our situation go through every month. I asked her permission if I could share it on my blog and she said that I could. I am not going to link up to her blog because it is private and shared with friends and family, but I wanted to share with you part of what she wrote, because it is EXACTLY.what.I.feel.every.single.month! And I just couldn't have said it any better had I wrote it myself.

In my dear friend Erika's words:
NO MEDALS

"anyone who has struggled with pregnancy issues -- infertility, miscarriage, etc. -- will tell you that every month or so it's the Opening Ceremonies of the Olympics of Mental Gymnastics. there are several events:

maybe you're a ribbon twirler who wants to stay positive, and you let yourself hope that This Time is going to be it...and then your cycle starts, right on time.

or maybe you're the more stoic balance beam walker who just gets up there and puts the tampons in your purse around day 27 and expects another round of disappointment because that way you can concentrate on Just Not Falling.

or maybe the whole thing has worn you down so much that you just wish desperately you could just dismount and forget it and stop counting days...but you just can't, compulsively spinning around and around the very uneven bars of your sanity.

there are no medals awarded in these events. there's no real audience because generally all this sweat and blood and tears takes place in the very private confines of a woman's heart, mind, and body. sometimes partners or friends are clued into what's going on, but generally the monthly heartbreak is downplayed, hidden, and pushed aside for the demands of everyday life. even Olympians have to pay bills, especially when Wheaties is most certainly not endorsing you."


So to anyone else that is feeling this pain and month after month struggle, I understand, and I am so very sorry, because truly I would not wish this on anyone... And Erika, thank you for all of the amazing things you write and for sharing your heart, I know that God brought you into my life so many years ago for a reason, I am blessed to have known you and spent a few weeks in person with you, and although we never see eachother and only talk through the internet, I consider you a dear friend. I love you....