rest...

from our labor.
I really do like to work.
I probably work too much.
but today we are resting.
We are off to church and then some much-needed family time.
I'll be back soon to show you what we have been working on.
But for today, enjoy your rest.

May the favor of the Lord our God rest upon us;
establish the work of our hands for us-
yes, establish the work 0f our hands.
Psalm 90:17

Pièce de résistance...

These pieces are original to my house.

The chicken coop was full of architectural treasures

removed from the house years ago.

chippy window headers



Old porch railing

But this is the:

Pièce de résistance (From Wikipedia) - French term (circa 1839), translated into English literally as "piece of resistance", referring to the best part or feature of something (as in a meal), a showpiece, or highlight.

You can read more on these links about my

Home Sweet Home

or this

give-you goosebumps story

to get the whole scoop on my gingerbread.

Happy Wednesday!

words...

word(s)-n. an articulate sound or series of sounds

which symbolizes and communicates an idea

I've been thinking about the power of words.

My words.

What I say and what I don't say.

The Words I should say

Words of blessing.

Words of encouragement.

Words of love and life.

Words of praise

The perfect Word

May the words of my mouth

( my mouth, my pen and my keyboard)

and

the meditations of my heart

be pleasing in your sight,

O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.

Psalm 19:14

memories in white...

Today's white is a trip down memory lane.

In honor of my miss g's birthday

I dug out photos of her 16th birthday party.

It was quite the production.

We built (I mean husband built)

the make-shift structure

just for this.

We had to *hang* a chandelier, you know.

An evening dinner party

in the garden

Her sisters

and

the friends she had grown up

with were invited.

Can you tell?

She is a detail person (like me).

We had so much fun working on this together.


The menu :

Homemade Bread sticks

Green Salad with Italian Vinaigrette

Chicken Parmesan

Penne with Alfredo sauce

Chilled Lemon Souffle'

Chocolate Truffle Tart

Fresh Raspberries

All from scratch

all by herself

Every year for her birthday

She would have *teaparties*

Pretty dishes and yummy food.

She is her mama's girl.

I miss those teaparties.

she's ...

sugar and spice

and

everything nice.

My " Miss G" turns 20 today!

She's sweet (lotsa sugar)

and

She's spunky (just the right amount bit of spice).

She's our delight.

These are from a for-fun photo shoot
taken by her sister

with the Pink Lady

and a borrowed pink prom dress.

(courtesy of The Shabby House)

just peachy...

She's learning to ...

carry on family tradition.

This has been a long-time family favorite.

I think this is the most-used page from

my vintage (wedding present!) Betty Crocker cookbook.

It's why we can peaches...

Another family tradition...girl time!

We'll be doing that again soon.

When the Elbertas are ripe-my favorite.

Mmmm.

Have a peachy day,

Rene'

re-purposed white...

WANTED: chippy, white work table

for my *inspiration* room

I went out on a hunt in the barn.







FOUND:
chippy white door and table legs.
Both from previous thrifting days for *someday*.

Perfect.





This is what those *hands* were working on.
For me.
You'd think it was my birthday ...

The iron bed was also out in the barn

for someday...

As you can see the legs are bent

and we don't have any rails

so I was waiting for the right opportunity to use it.

Husband: "Are you going to use this table
or
are you going to decorate it?"

Me: " HMM...Yes."


So this is the beginning of my room.

I think I'm having too much fun.




A few up-close pretties.

Skip on over to Faded Charm

to more wonderful whites.

these hands...

I love these hands.

These are the hands of the boy.

The boy I married.

These are the hands of the man.
The man I am still married to

and

love with all of my heart.

They have been busy hands .

They have been hard-working hands.

These hands have provided for us so faithfully and so willingly.

These hands tell of the 49 years of service

that has been given so freely.

These hands have been used by God.

These hands hold mine.
They have been the hands

to comfort me

to love me

and

to hold mine in prayer.

They have been the hands to hold our babies.

These hands

have changed their diapers,

taught them to throw a football

and to pray.

These hands have transformed our houses into our homes.

They have been the *do it* behind the *think it*.

They have built houses,

playhouses,

and memories.

I love these hands.

I love this man.

Happy Birthday, Dearie!