It was absolutely mesmerizing. Even lying there on our backs, the cool night air swirling above our still bodies; grass poking around the edges of the blanket beneath us, tickling our feet. It was astounding.
My best friend made a comment that wouldn’t leave me alone. She’s a deep rooted soul, and sharply discerning. I swear she can see straight through to the core of anyone. It could be creepy; in fact, it is to some. But she’s also honest. And I love that about her. I’ve never felt like I have to pretend to be anything but my raw and quirky self, and that’s exactly who she wants me to be. We’re real and honest and pretty goofy together.
So when she drops a truth bomb in my lap, I pay attention. I may pout about it, but I do pay attention. Read more…
Perhaps you haven’t noticed. I wouldn’t blame you- consistency isn’t one of my strengths, let’s just be honest here. But I’ve missed you. Missed this– this whole blogging bit. The planning, writing, photographing and editing, wishing I knew what I was doing… It was beginning to feel like Lost Upon A Time was gaining traction. My workflow was becoming more efficient, and I was learning SO much. One of my scrap wood designs is even going to be featured in a legitimate magazine! That’s huge to me!
But we had a change of plans.
One of the home organization trends I’m loving right now, is the clever re-use of lockers for storage. You might keenly remember your high school days: shoving your back pack, lunch, and science project into your assigned unit, then grabbing your math book before slamming the door and running to class. You hated that class.
Anywho. Lockers are finding new life as home storage pieces, with an industrial flair. And in some cases, that includes the scribbles and stickers from their old days.
If you’re from the area, you won’t be surprised at all to learn we’ve been without internet since Wednesday. Violent winds tore through our countryside with a vengeance. We lost power for most of Wednesday, but were fortunate that it was restored that evening. Too many of our friends are still (~4 days later~) without electricity; which means no heat and no water in these parts.
I’d finished up the first round of angel wings and prepped several great pieces for our booth at Hudsonville Antiques. But due to losing connection, I couldn’t tell you about any of it. Better late than never, right? Read more…
Lost Upon A Time is growing up.
This is the first year we’re really official. I made the leap from hobby to business, and have a steep learning curve ahead of me. Between Google and my friend D (thanks lady!), I now know what a Break Even Analysis is. (Dang, there are scads of details in business. And how do I handle details? I can spell the word.) I’ve got tons to learn, and a heck of a lot to take care of, but it’ll happen.
One trend I’ve heard quite a bit this new year is in choosing a word as your year’s theme. It’s an interesting sentiment; and certainly better than making resolutions (in my mind at least). But how do you sum up your hopes for the next twelve months into one word? I can’t do it. Can you?
While working away in my basement workshop, radio blaring, I listened to a deejay share his three words. Three. That’s a little more my style. When I stand back and look at who Mickelle is at this point, there are many areas that need growth. And if I’m paying attention, I see overarching themes. I took a cue from my little dance with introspection and chose three words.
Fearless. Wise. Generous.
I’d love for each of these to describe who I am one year from now. Realistically, I think we’ll be camping here for much longer than that.
Do you choose words? Do you set goals at the dawn of a new year? Or do you make resolutions?
I’m goal driven, so the whole goal-setting gig is my bag. I’ve gotta be heading somewhere, aiming at something. January rolls around and I set my sights on targets in several chunks of my life. Spiritual. Health. Creativity. Home. Business.
And while choosing words is not at all the same as setting goals, I think they’re very much related.
Setting goals- that’s easy. Seeing them to completion… not so much. When I analyze my failures, noticeable trends pop up. It’s sickening just how often I sabotage my own efforts- both knowingly, and not. And fear is usually the culprit. Fear and I have spent a lot of time together. Most of my years, in fact. Fear has guided my decisions, my relationships, my dreams, and played a huge role in my health.
“Fear’s been your companion.” My dearest friend saw it and called out the truth. It’s been a constant in my life. Strangely comfortable. Reliable. Imprisoning; but with boundaries I knew and could understand.
So now, I’ve broken up with fear. We’re no longer, you know, together. And can I tell you something? The thought of living fearlessly- without those towering walls, the whispers in my mind, the premature defeats, the safety of it all- well…
Ironic, isn’t it?
Old habits die hard, I know. It’s going to take focus and energy to really rid myself of fear. But I’m excited when I think about the woman on the outside of that cocoon. Bright wings, and flying.
“If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God...” Well, I’m asking.
Fear and wisdom have competed for an audience with me, and for the most part, you already know who’s won out. As I ramp things up here at Lost Upon A Time, I’m confronted with the gazillions of decisions there are to running a business. And most of them sit squarely out of my realm of competence. Look, I just want to make stuff.
Having listened to Fear for so long, I’m not very familiar with the sound of Wisdom’s voice. The book of Proverbs says she (yes, she) calls out in the streets. I must’ve walked right past her a thousand times. Now, I’m hoping we can sit down for tea and talk things over. I want to hear everything she has to say.
This one’s a stretch. My Prince Charming could tell you about how I do generous. Rather, how I don’t.
I’ve never really had to share much. And Fear has always told me to hold onto as much as I could -whether it’s time and energy or food and money. Hey- I’ll need it later, right? Not to mention that I so often haven’t had much to share anyway- because I was making stupid decisions in the first place.
See how this is all connected?
Generous to me is giving freely of myself. Not thinking I’m more important, or more in need. It’s listening when wisdom tells me there’s an opportunity to give. And muting Fear when it says I’ll regret it. Generosity is at the core of my faith. I read of a God who provides abundantly. Who lavishes forgiveness, unyielding. A God who gives good gifts, created beauty and life, and sustains us all. Generosity, by God’s design, is tangible and intangible. But it flows from the heart.
To live otherwise makes me a hypocrite in the worst way.
Come to think of it, to live bound by Fear makes me a hypocrite. I read over and over in scripture, “Do not be afraid“. I’m told I’ve “not been given a spirit of fear, but of love, power, and a sound mind.” So, where’d I pick this thing up, then? It wasn’t given to me. I don’t need it.
Ignoring wisdom is to ignore the Source of wisdom. That’s not such a smart move, in my book. (Haha! See what I did there?)
Below is my new favorite anthem. Well, one of my favorites. (I can be heard belting this one out loudly while vacuuming or painting boards.)
So, friends. Here’s to a year of fearlessness! Of wise moves. And generous living.
I’m curious, though. If you could choose three words, or even one, for this new year, what would you choose? Why?
As a long-time fan of old American Standards (think Rogers and Hammerstein, Irving Berlin, Ella Fitzgerald singing the American Songbooks), Rosemary Clooney is in my CD collection. I’m a sucker for those tunes.
While Suzy Snowflake isn’t my favorite by any means, it is catchy. And today, it’s snowing.
You know, they say that when you’re a blogger you should establish yourself as an expert. And when you’re a maker, people like to see your process. So, here I am being an expert wierdo, while standing in the snow and creatively singing at my phone.
I hope you like it!
Stay warm, Friends!
Sawing Off More Than I Can Chew
As a kid, I did it all the time. Maybe you did too. I’d pick my way through the maze of people, carefully balancing my haul. No sooner would I have set my loaded tray on the table when Mom would say “Oh, Mickelle,” slowly closing her eyes. “You’re going to have to eat all of that before you go to the dessert table. Do you hear me?”
Those All-You-Can-Eat buffet restaurants seemed to be the place to go after a church service. In those days, anyway. And Mom brought me to a lot of church. So, I had plenty of opportunities to learn my limits; or develop childhood obesity. Yet amazingly, neither caught on.
Now many years later, I find that same “eyes bigger than my stomach” tendency shows up in other areas of my life. Like DIY. As a creative soul, I’m always generating ideas. There’s a constant stream of possibilities and inspiration pouring through my mind at any given time. (Especially if that given time is after I’ve had some coffee.) What I don’t naturally have too much of, however, is reason and realism.
Can you relate?
I thought a book nook would be the perfect solution to our aggravating home office. The room is crammed with bulky furniture, yet we never seem to have enough storage. I needed more storage, yet also more space. And I wanted an environment that was beautiful. I reaaaaalllllyyyy dislike doing anything paperwork related, so an inviting space is in order.
While scrolling through Pinterest one day, this pin popped up.
(photo source here.)
And in that moment, friends, I knew. The closet in our home office room (really, just a bedroom) needed to become a book nook. Half the furniture in there was bookshelves anyway. By building a book nook into the closet space, we could eliminate most of the shelving units, and GAIN space! Using drawers underneath the bench for storing files would mean we could nix our large filing cabinet, too!
I love reading, and the thought of having a little space like that was wonderful. What reader doesn’t want an in-home library? Complete with a built-in nook???
Our home is an early 1960’s ranch, with basic closets. Our space’s dimensions where nowhere near those in the photo, but that didn’t matter. I had a vision.
Of course, a project like this wasn’t in our budget, but I was pretty sure I had most of what I’d need to pull it off. Err, build it in. Mind you, I’ve never done anything like this before. A built-in unit is an entirely different beast than say, a Christmas Tree silhouette. But as per usual,
my ambitions are bigger than my skill set.
I started prepping the walls in March. They were a miserable flat color that may have been somewhere near white at one time. I knew in my mind what I was going for, so I dove right in, fully expecting to have the (entire) job completed by the end of April.
My wise and talented (and SO inspiring) sister-in-law, frequently reminds me,
“These projects always take longer than you think they will.”
Wise words, friends. Get them tattooed on the inside of your eyelids if you’re like me and frequently tend to find yourself drowning in good intentions. It’s December. Mid-December. Christmas is two weeks away and I am just now patching holes and caulking gaps, before priming this beast.
My hope now is to have it done and usable by Christmas. Okay, maybe the New Year. At least by my birthday in February… Next April???
I’ve made so many mistakes, friends. Some of them I didn’t even realize until I was far beyond the point of no return. Several of them are embarrassing, really. But a friend of mine asked if I felt like I could do a better job if I started it again. In other words, if I’ve learned much. HECK. YES.
The truth is, these projects DO take longer. Our office looks like an episode of Hoarders, with everything shoved and piled out of the way. And it’s been that way for 9 months now! I seriously underestimated this thing – but I’m going to finish. And I’ll keep you updated.
Stick it out, friends. Stay with your overwhelming whatever-it-is. You’ll get there. And remember, caulk and trim hide a lot of bad decisions.
Remember that inspiring story from childhood- The Little Engine That Could? Even now, you remember it’s message of knowing that you can. Don’t give up!
On that note, allow me to introduce you to The Little Snowflake That Wouldn’t. It’s story is uninspiring. It doesn’t give a rip, and just. Plain. Refuses.