HandMade Beaufort: Crafting A Home RSS

Do you ever see people stopping as they’re driving to check out the furniture other people have discarded at the front of their yard?  Ever see people hauling a load of random stuff in their car? Ever watched people walking into Goodwill as you drop off your discarded items, wondering who in the world would want what you’re getting rid of? I confess.  It’s me. Not all of your stuff, because let’s be honest, you do get rid of some truly ugly and useless things, but there are treasures to be found.  While I am not a hoarder, I do...

My favorite season, you ask?  Why, that has to be Christmas.  I know, when asked about your favorite season most people are thinking winter spring, summer, or fall, but the Christmas season is by far my favorite season.  It’s a magical time when people seem to become a bit kinder, more generous, more cheerful, and joyous. Homes, shops, and even cars are decorated with homemade and store bought decorations.  Family traditions are held and memories made to be cherished for years. This afternoon, I turned on the Christmas movies and set about the task of bringing some Christmas cheer to...

“I’m beautiful!”   “I’m bold.”   “I’m serene.” “I’m soft, so incredibly soft.” Fabric speaks to me as I walk by it at the store, telling me about itself (and, in reality, about myself).  I especially love the remnants sections of fabric stores where you rummage through a sea of fabric, discovering treasures that just call to be taken home.  I may not have a purpose for it yet, but the piece speaks to me and I can’t let the opportunity for it to be a part of my life journey pass me by. There will be the day I’m...

Even though she is five years old now, I still call my dog “puppy.”  She knows I’m talking to her when I ask, “Where’s my puppy?” This dog of mine, Izzy, put a lock on my heart the moment she became my puppy and I became her dog mom. Yes, I do call myself her dog mom and when people ask if I have children, I answer, yes, I have a yellow lab.  This dog of mine means the world to me and I would not be where I am today without her. I recall when I picked her up...

Stuff.  It’s everywhere.  It’s in our homes, at our jobs, in the stores, and advertised like crazy on television and other media.  And I’m now selling it. To tell the truth, this has been an internal struggle I’ve been having since opening my own business.  I think we live in a society that focuses too much on “stuff” and convinces us that we need more of it.  And I am selling stuff? Adding to that? That’s not right. Today, the quieter voice of reason and truth that was being drowned out by the loud clamor of commercialism was finally able...