Crafting A Life

In this second installment of the Inspire Not Imitate series, I’m introducing you to a woman who lives on the other side of the world from me, yet she has built a life that, from the select images she shares, has inspired me in so many different ways.

Her photography is breathtaking, but it is her subject matter that touched me so deeply. I have decided to use my Visceral Goosebump Nostalgia Test, VGNT for short, as the method of determining what is a passing fancy and what is fundamentally a part of who I am.

Understanding VGNT

Through the years I have discovered different physical reactions to things that I love, and continue to love for years to come. First, the Visceral Reaction – VR – this happens when I see something that produces a certain feeling in my gut. I can’t describe it, it isn’t butterflies or the heart in the stomach feeling. It is quite literally a gut reaction. I just know it when it happens. And through the years it consistently occurs in the following situations…

  • Walking through an antique mall and I encounter a booth that is adorned in all shades of off white, tan, gray, and brown. The products don’t matter as much as the feeling that comes from the collection; however the collection is generally old textiles, wooden items such a boxes, bowls, stools, chairs and tables, even books, jewelry and china…the main factor is the absolute lack of bright colors and extraordinary texture found in layering such items.
  • Hiking in the woods or a forest, especially in the fall or late winter before the new growth begins to appear.
  • Old furniture that has endured many lives and transformations, but still stands ready to be used and loved once again.
  • Dark, cozy spaces that invite one to rest and have a conversation, or to be alone in the corner with a book, or even better, a spindle and wool or yarn and a crochet hook.
  • Big windows to see the world outside.
  • All things authentically natural, worn, used, rusted, and old. I’m not much for mass manufactured things that just look old.
  • Chickens – I want chickens.
  • Trees in the winter…barren yet with the promise of new life. They are some of God’s finest sculptures.
  • Trees that have fallen and are returning to the earth.
  • Rocks and twigs there is no rational explanation, but I must have them around me.
  • Handmade. I will take something made by hand over mass produced any day. I love the human imperfections found in these humble items.

All these things evoke a sense of coziness, comfort and safety that speaks to the very core of who I am. They also represent what I value. There is so much in this world I could do without…these are not among those.

Then there is the Goosebump Reaction – GbR – this is simple. When I see something that causes goosebumps to rise up on my arms, I know that it is special. Not everything that elicits a GbR is worthy of becoming a permanent part of my life, but it deserves a second glance. This is generally for individual items rather than an overall environment. Colors, artwork, collectible items, dishes, even some furniture pieces, can fall in this category. The thing with the GbR is that it often depends on outside influences. Pantone has a color of the year every year so I find myself having a GbR to the color of the year. It might come to be a VR, but only time will tell. Furniture is the biggest mistake that can be made if only the GbR is applied to the purchase. GbRs come and go and are fun. A passing fancy that might one day become a permanent resident.

And finally there is the NR. The Nostalgia Reaction obviously occurs when a fond memory or a comfortable feeling is created when seeing something that was a part of my youth. This is where my fondness for mid century modern furniture comes into play. I love to look at it as it reminds me of my childhood. It does not generally produce a VR, so it is not where I would make a large investment. The fun thing with NR is that small items, used seasonally to decorate, are perfect things to enjoy a little nostalgic whimsy.

With all this in mind, I introduce you to Ainslee of My Suburban Farm (@mysuburbanfarm). Thank you so much for allowing me to use your photos and story.

My Suburban Farm

This was the image I most vividly remember. I had been following her for a while when I saw this. Her photos caused a VR from the moment I discovered Ainslee’s Instagram feed. I was so moved I sent her a private message gushing about her lifestyle. From there I am sure I scrolled back looking at everything. I may have to ask her for permission to print this and hang it in my studio one day. It opened a door into my heart that will never close. I did not list pitchers and such in my list of VR items, but I adore them and love to collect them. Especially old white ones. As a crocheter the idea of crafting my own hooks from tree branches never crossed my mind, and yet, here before my eyes someone was doing just that. It seems they sell out as fast as she puts them up on her website. Now, she is not a crochet hook carver for a living, but she is generous enough to sell them when she can. Is she living this life in some fabulous country location? No, she’s doing it in suburban Melbourne, Australia.

I could post every picture from her feed, I love them all so much, but I will restrain myself and encourage you to visit her yourself. This photo is the grid view of her page. I think you will immediately recognize my VR.

I just simply cannot add anything to this. The photo says it all. I told Ainslee that I could just see myself sitting in that round chair, contentedly crocheting as my chickens stroll in and out. I feel connected to nature and God when I look at these pictures. Everything here is from Him. I love it all.

From Inspiration To Home

This is the photo that truly started my personal decorating revolution. I long for a space that is just mine. I did not choose my home – my husband already owned it when we married – but I want a space that is all mine and this is how I want it to feel. I am still planning on a writing/fiber studio in the backyard.

I loved the feeling of this so much I used it as the inspiration for the colors in my living room. Our home, built in 1983, has a great room with a slightly open kitchen and dining. There is just enough separation of the rooms to make me happy, but it is all open and flows nicely.

This is my entryway which was inspired by the Ainslee’s shed. I have my fiber art pieces as well as family items and the all important mirror for last minute lipstick checks. The vignette on the table changes from time to time, but the wall is set. I love to come home to this.

On the opposite wall is a lawyer’s bookcase filled with some of our NR items. Hanging above is a piece I crocheted using giant alpaca rope type yarn – a gift from my brother – mounted on a piece of driftwood I found on a beach in Maine and carefully packed in my suitcase for the trip to Texas. The framed print on the right, a gift from my mother-in-law and the one of the left, a gift from my granddaughter. This is all about family, love and memories.

These are all inspired by those first images I discovered on My Suburban Farm. Seeing her gorgeous photos helped me cut through all of the other stuff that I thought I loved to discover my true self so that I could express it for myself. And, isn’t that what creating a home should be all about? I think so.

My husband’s wildlife prints, a mounted deer skull, a beloved stick I found and drug home, and off in the corner a collection of rocks and more twigs in a vase. The table was my inlaw’s and I loved it from the moment I first saw it. The last picture is a close up of the wood. The gentlemen’s chair was painted a hideous green and was going to get left for the trash as we cleaned out my father-in-law’s house after he passed. I brought it home and had it stripped and refinished. Such a treasure.

Old suitcases. They make my heart skip a beat. Where have they gone? What have they seen? What stories could they tell? The two on the bottom belonged to my parents. I carried the brown one when I flew across the country and got engaged. The marriage didn’t last, the suitcase endures.

The wear and tear of my absolute favorite table. I’ve since cleaned it somewhat. The things that won’t come off are merely memories of things from the past. I don’t see them as flaws, I see them as character marks. A life well lived shows a few signs of wear and tear. That’s how we know we’ve done it right.

Make It Your Own

However you choose to create a home, I hope you find inspiration in how I finally found authenticity. It is your home and it should reflect you and your lifestyle. Cluttered or minimalist, colorful or not, if it makes you feel content then it is home.

Not sure what I’m writing about tomorrow…but I will be back!

Until then, keep looking up, embrace today, and go find some fun!

Inspiration Not Imitation

I have never been a trend follower in any other aspect of my life, so why I felt the need to follow decorating trends is beyond me. Maybe I thought that if I found just the right decor my life would be problem free and perfect. Come to think of it, that is the marketing tool used for nearly all products, isn’t it? But we know better.

I made a new Pinterest board. I pulled pictures from my other boards as well as some of my own photographs to create Authentic Me. It was a very interesting process. So much of what caught my eye before no longer resonates with me. There is a refinement of my taste that I believe can only come with time and life experience.

My Business Influencer

Hopes Favorite Things

Hope grew up on a farm in Pennsylvania where she learned to appreciate the simple way of living. Hope’s love for all things handmade, timeworn and earthly inspires her to create from raw wool. She loves to wash, dye, spin, then knit or crochet homespun yarn into stylish accessories as well as encourage others to be creative.

One visit to Hope’s website will tell you everything you need to know about why I love her site, lifestyle and philosophy so much. I have friends who live about an away from her, and I am planning a trip to meet her and see her amazing shop. Since I don’t have a business outside of my home, I have dedicated a room to the thing that I do while dreaming of another fiber business.

This is the first photo I remember seeing and knowing that spinning was to be something special in my life. I have watched from Instagramland as she has built her business. It is all based on things that she loves and she has done it her way. She showed me it is possible to have a “fiber school” type business; something I have dreamt of for many years. I was not able to transform Yarntopia into that dream business. A clean break and time to re-evaluate and when the time is right, I will try again. I will not let go of the dream. Right place and right time, in God’s hands. To quote Field of Dreams – “Build it and they will come.” I believe that is true for my dream as well.

In the meantime I use many of Hope’s photos as inspiration for my home spinning room.

We share a love for sheep, wool, antiques, creating with our hands and sharing our passion with others. Enjoy these glorious pictures and then visit Hope on Instagram – @hopesfavoritethings as well as visiting her website.









My Interpretation – Baby Steps

I have started arranging my room. I have one piece of furniture to find. I want an old cupboard – shelves on top and cabinets below. Preferably quite worn and possibly from an old mercantile. I want the top to house books, tools, and my fiber related collectibles. The bottom would be general storage for the necessities that aren’t exactly pretty. Until then I make due with my IKEA shelves. This is what it looks like today, I will be sure to post on Instagram any updates and furniture changes as they occur.


This sofa is part of a set. The matching chair has been moved to the living room. I don’t know how old it is nor if it has ever been recovered. I absolutely adore it. Every time I think about redecorating, I wondering where this fits and if I should keep it. I simply can’t bear to part with them, and I really have a hard time even considering recovering them. So, here it is in all its yellow, orange and green glory. This is the wall I want the cupboard to go on, so the sofa is going to go into the living room with the for a small vintage nook under the window. The colors of the sofa and chair coordinate nicely with the wildlife prints we have hanging in there.

In the corner you can see my antique skein winder and my modern looking Ladybug spinning wheel. The desk belonged to my husband when he was a kid. I stripped off the old 1950’s finish and painted it white, then sanded most of the white paint off for to give it the look of being very old and well loved – which it is.


Here is the Hoosier cabinet all decked out with my tools, sheep, bobbins, and pottery. This makes my heart so happy. The antique spinning wheel is the first spinning tool I purchased. I didn’t even know how to spin when this came into my life. It belonged to a lady I went to church with at the time. She told me it originally came from Pennsylvania. I adore it but unfortunately by the time I knew how to spin, my cat had jumped over it, caught it with his paw and knocked it over, breaking some of the pieces. I have everything and really want to find someone to restore it for me. I’d love to use it.


Here is a close up of the Hoosier. My mom bought this in California and used it in her home decor and gift shop out there. She gave it to me when they moved to Texas. It has been in my home, in my business and now back in my home. My husband does not understand my love for it, but that’s ok. He doesn’t have to, he just has to respect that the love is real and it isn’t going anywhere unless we are going too.

Can you see the different between the inspiration and my interpretation? We don’t have to copy others. Take the bits and pieces and make them your own. I can’t stress enough the value of using Instagram and Pinterest as inspiration as long as you don’t get caught up in the “why can’t mine look like that” mentality. Remember, you are only seeing what they want you to see. It is smoke and mirrors, an illusion not reality.

We are uniquely created and that should shine through in all parts of our lives. There is no greater thank you to God, than to use what He has given us to express who we are and to make the world a better place. Go forth and be inspired!

Until tomorrow – keep looking up, embrace today, and go find some fun.