<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:38:01.703-08:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Plans'/><category term='Fabulous Finds'/><category term='Marriage'/><category term='Recycle'/><category term='Organizing'/><category term='Budget Beauties'/><category term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Workshop'/><category term='Entertainment'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='The Pooch'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Surprises'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Gardening'/><category term='Reminiscing'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Advice'/><category term='Holiday Decor'/><category term='Decorating'/><category term='Before and After'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Workshops'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='About Me'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Mini Tour'/><category term='Big Projects'/><category term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>Old House, New Look</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings of a Remodeling, Redesigning and Renovating, Mama.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2478442154002080738</id><published>2011-10-11T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T06:22:20.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things You Should Never Ask Your Spouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Doing another one of &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/"&gt;Mama Kat's&lt;/a&gt; workshop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I chose number 1: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(17, 17, 17);   line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt; A list of ten things you should never ask your spouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If you were stranded on an island with 5 beautiful women, would you behave?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  You're mother, do you actually like her? And most importantly, do I need to like her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  When you have guys night, may I hang out too?  Or if not, can it be limited down to every two weeks rather than every week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  You're best friend, how long has he been single?  Is he a good guy?  I should, I mean, WE should have him over more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I want at least 5 kids in 5 years.  You down with that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Michelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Duggar&lt;/span&gt; is my idol!  I know that's not a question, But I think it would set off a few red flags to most males.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  Wanna go shopping!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  I don't understand football.  Or sports in general.  Is that a problem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9.  My younger sister just called me.  She's engaged.  MY YOUNGER SISTER IS ENGAGED.  What do you think about that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. Will you tattoo my name on your body?  Perhaps your arm?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.  Do I need to know how to cook?  I tend burn popcorn.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12.  I had to grunt my way into these jeans.  Do they look too tight?  Or rather does my butt look big?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13.  Do you have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pepto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bismol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14.  Your brother, has he always been so ripped?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15.  Your dad, has he always been so ripped?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16.  Has anyone ever told you that you look like Rosie O' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Donnell&lt;/span&gt;?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17.  You want me to watch what with you? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Star Wars&lt;/span&gt;?  What's Star Wars?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't quite stop at 10....ooops&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are 1000's of other items that I am sure would make your spouse uncomfortable and even confused about how you got him down the alter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2478442154002080738?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2478442154002080738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-things-you-should-never-ask-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2478442154002080738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2478442154002080738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/10/10-things-you-should-never-ask-your.html' title='10 Things You Should Never Ask Your Spouse'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-268900786618967133</id><published>2011-09-29T06:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T06:59:46.102-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>Adding Corbels to Cabinets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we did our&lt;a href="http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/finshed.html"&gt; kitchen remodel&lt;/a&gt;, I was so pleased with the white on white.   I opted for white shaker doors, a white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;back splash&lt;/span&gt;, even the light above the sink has a white glass shade.  The white really opened up the kitchen.  However, one thing I felt that the white did was also make it a but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sterile&lt;/span&gt;.  So after a lot of brainstorming I decided to add corbels to the bottoms of two sets of cabinetry to give it a bit of charm and character.  Hands down one of my favorite kitchen updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First I tried to screw in the corbel from the underside up into the cabinets base.  I even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-drilled everywhere to ensure smooth installation.  Some corbels come with holes already in that for easy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;install&lt;/span&gt;, the ones I like did not.  Our cabinets framework is a hard maple, very very hardwood.  Even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; drilling into it was difficult (for me anyways) so that make me nervous.  After a lot of research and even calling a local home improvement store for some input, I learned that wood glue was actually the best solution.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Elmer's&lt;/span&gt; wood glue is harder than the wood itself and creates an extremely tight bond.  If you absolutely wanted to, a nail gun could be used after glue is dry (recommended 12 hours) to put in a few nails.   I did not feel the need for that.  Those corbels are on there and wont go anywhere.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N5vB-saGGc/ToR1rZQ1qJI/AAAAAAAABo4/p6EgJ-oTZtI/s400/IMG_0326.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657776420260522130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;After the corbels were on there nice and secure, I broke out the wood filler.  I wanted to make sure there was no line where the corbels were added.  So I simply filled it in and then sanded.  You can also use a damp cloth to smooth it out, I even recommend that.  It make the wood filler go on more smooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DM0u3gRbR5U/ToR1rMc29lI/AAAAAAAABow/0Eo5II6d1JA/s400/IMG_0325.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657776416821278290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last it was time to paint.  I painted the whole side of the cabinet to ensure their was no difference in white color.  After painting was done, that was it.  And I love them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5qLxaeLBThg/ToR1sfhFOmI/AAAAAAAABpI/7W7tkITc6Cs/s400/IMG_0332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657776439119133282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7G5-BbcHWQ/ToR1rwzgBVI/AAAAAAAABpA/EZ0szYp282g/s400/IMG_0329.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657776426579920210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-268900786618967133?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/268900786618967133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/adding-corbels-to-cabinets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/268900786618967133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/268900786618967133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/adding-corbels-to-cabinets.html' title='Adding Corbels to Cabinets'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_N5vB-saGGc/ToR1rZQ1qJI/AAAAAAAABo4/p6EgJ-oTZtI/s72-c/IMG_0326.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-242360319086331621</id><published>2011-09-27T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T12:15:41.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Photo Dump</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every once in a while it's fun to just share photos of the random goings on in our life.  These are in no particular order, just a little of what we did over the summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peonies in my kitchen.  I snagged a small bouquet for 5.00 at a local food store.  I love the addition of pink in my kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgrLvnsjg0s/ToMhK0c1jQI/AAAAAAAABoo/b2lNdmXf65Y/s1600/IMG_0091.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgrLvnsjg0s/ToMhK0c1jQI/AAAAAAAABoo/b2lNdmXf65Y/s400/IMG_0091.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657402026669477122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was Claire's Birthday.  In the weeks approaching, Isabelle had told me she wanted to buy Claire a Sleeping Beauty doll.  One trip to the store and it was the first thing we found.  When Claire opened it, she leaned down and kissed the doll.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnsfe2Bz8kQ/ToMhKXaKcAI/AAAAAAAABog/qqQkhW-kEA0/s1600/IMG_4758.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jnsfe2Bz8kQ/ToMhKXaKcAI/AAAAAAAABog/qqQkhW-kEA0/s400/IMG_4758.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657402018873634818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Late night giggles on Vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va8-lKW9OLg/ToMgqbK8IYI/AAAAAAAABoY/hoL9Bp0nzoI/s1600/IMG_4635.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-va8-lKW9OLg/ToMgqbK8IYI/AAAAAAAABoY/hoL9Bp0nzoI/s400/IMG_4635.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657401470127710594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We celebrated The 4th of July at the Outer Banks this year.  And what better way to enjoy the fireworks than to sit and eat a patriotic doughnut?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6bILW70wmA/ToMgplEL2SI/AAAAAAAABoQ/Gx0a3R5hitk/s1600/IMG_4609.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6bILW70wmA/ToMgplEL2SI/AAAAAAAABoQ/Gx0a3R5hitk/s400/IMG_4609.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657401455603865890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack and Claire, wind in the their hair.  This was the 3rd story balcony we were on while watching the fireworks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gvuO3y2lpCc/ToMgpFS1CkI/AAAAAAAABoI/dSA55t88ZGg/s1600/IMG_4588.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gvuO3y2lpCc/ToMgpFS1CkI/AAAAAAAABoI/dSA55t88ZGg/s400/IMG_4588.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657401447075351106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls and I.  I can never get a good pic of all 3 of us.  This time is was Claire who would not sit still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yG9IX4nWOVA/ToMgoa0CGWI/AAAAAAAABoA/Amx9wcfCbHM/s1600/IMG_4577.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yG9IX4nWOVA/ToMgoa0CGWI/AAAAAAAABoA/Amx9wcfCbHM/s400/IMG_4577.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657401435671894370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And our family picture from that night.  Yes, I matched us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNan9WA033U/ToMgn8951UI/AAAAAAAABn4/K2wIg-KebTI/s1600/IMG_4572.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UNan9WA033U/ToMgn8951UI/AAAAAAAABn4/K2wIg-KebTI/s400/IMG_4572.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657401427660232002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j1H9TADkF4g/ToMfAYtZXcI/AAAAAAAABnw/kCypuKOYJG0/s1600/IMG_4571.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j1H9TADkF4g/ToMfAYtZXcI/AAAAAAAABnw/kCypuKOYJG0/s400/IMG_4571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657399648400793026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire had a favorite spot while at the OBX, it wasn't the beach, it was the hammock on  the back balcony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJMVNJL17eg/ToMe_-Kq5fI/AAAAAAAABno/XDatfk1yqA8/s1600/IMG_0241.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LJMVNJL17eg/ToMe_-Kq5fI/AAAAAAAABno/XDatfk1yqA8/s400/IMG_0241.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657399641275819506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want one of these swings for my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTE2BzcSUfo/ToMe_JcOn0I/AAAAAAAABng/XIfLwyQuTKs/s1600/IMG_0215.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OTE2BzcSUfo/ToMe_JcOn0I/AAAAAAAABng/XIfLwyQuTKs/s400/IMG_0215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657399627122384706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also went to several carnivals.  This is Isabelle and I getting ready to ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSBLLa7_D0I/ToMe-hXpW9I/AAAAAAAABnY/vcJLHjGuFUI/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rSBLLa7_D0I/ToMe-hXpW9I/AAAAAAAABnY/vcJLHjGuFUI/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657399616365747154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And many many many adventures to the park.  See the &lt;a href="http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/04/workshop-those-moms-who-need-closer.html"&gt;tire swing in the background&lt;/a&gt;?  It and I have a history.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cW8hLly1fE4/ToMe99nT5wI/AAAAAAAABnQ/iv0cQcFHQ0w/s1600/IMG_1039.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cW8hLly1fE4/ToMe99nT5wI/AAAAAAAABnQ/iv0cQcFHQ0w/s400/IMG_1039.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657399606767773442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6lbmJq52tRg/ToMdeAN4DrI/AAAAAAAABnI/DFBRvt5kxac/s1600/IMG_1028.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6lbmJq52tRg/ToMdeAN4DrI/AAAAAAAABnI/DFBRvt5kxac/s400/IMG_1028.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397958198955698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire has developed an interest to the people in the pictures around the house.  She points at them and waits for me to tell her their name.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj6ku7_aPS4/ToMddjv2J2I/AAAAAAAABnA/rQVhyEJF-5M/s1600/IMG_1024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mj6ku7_aPS4/ToMddjv2J2I/AAAAAAAABnA/rQVhyEJF-5M/s400/IMG_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397950556809058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle and Claire went cruising in Isabelle's mustang.  I want a mustang....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR1I1VESyn0/ToMddFlXQBI/AAAAAAAABm4/9DvpNIWLhww/s1600/IMG_4806.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sR1I1VESyn0/ToMddFlXQBI/AAAAAAAABm4/9DvpNIWLhww/s400/IMG_4806.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397942459777042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZhRu_6qANQ/ToMdcVoAdeI/AAAAAAAABmw/sEryA2eeK6I/s1600/IMG_0876.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZhRu_6qANQ/ToMdcVoAdeI/AAAAAAAABmw/sEryA2eeK6I/s400/IMG_0876.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397929585964514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made Tie dye cupcakes!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZLs0zhTKFw/ToMdbnxTSTI/AAAAAAAABmo/T6CgSEkQ1Rg/s1600/IMG_0721.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NZLs0zhTKFw/ToMdbnxTSTI/AAAAAAAABmo/T6CgSEkQ1Rg/s400/IMG_0721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397917276916018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire turned the big numero uno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xWborY8HIo/ToMctaMxV_I/AAAAAAAABmg/byQOXq3JjHo/s1600/IMG_0713.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xWborY8HIo/ToMctaMxV_I/AAAAAAAABmg/byQOXq3JjHo/s400/IMG_0713.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397123360053234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made a cupcake tower for her birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3HQoHFX0Pj4/ToMcs1qkkZI/AAAAAAAABmY/ZVaHEdATVsY/s1600/IMG_0702.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3HQoHFX0Pj4/ToMcs1qkkZI/AAAAAAAABmY/ZVaHEdATVsY/s400/IMG_0702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397113552933266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoXCpzBng-k/ToMcsJV6t6I/AAAAAAAABmQ/nLQ-rwYViGM/s1600/IMG_0693.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GoXCpzBng-k/ToMcsJV6t6I/AAAAAAAABmQ/nLQ-rwYViGM/s400/IMG_0693.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397101655144354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Churches carnival.  We look forward to it every year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULChM6FVtms/ToMcrkvrvOI/AAAAAAAABmI/gzhJtdqShFA/s1600/IMG_0670.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ULChM6FVtms/ToMcrkvrvOI/AAAAAAAABmI/gzhJtdqShFA/s400/IMG_0670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397091831102690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle got me to go through a fun house.  This was us walking through the moving cylinder.  Not so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIktcr8qgzA/ToMcrAp00JI/AAAAAAAABmA/RcLTsWiQZ5s/s1600/IMG_0658.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AIktcr8qgzA/ToMcrAp00JI/AAAAAAAABmA/RcLTsWiQZ5s/s400/IMG_0658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657397082142855314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That was some of our summer!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-242360319086331621?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/242360319086331621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/photo-dump.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/242360319086331621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/242360319086331621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/photo-dump.html' title='Photo Dump'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lgrLvnsjg0s/ToMhK0c1jQI/AAAAAAAABoo/b2lNdmXf65Y/s72-c/IMG_0091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-8993803158961385746</id><published>2011-09-25T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T06:20:13.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Projects'/><title type='text'>New Front Door Interior side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once we had the the new front door in, we had pretty much wrecked the old 80's linoleum that was at our front entrance.  We had always planned on updating it to a tile floor so nothing like ruining the existing linoleum to kick start our tiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we remodeled the Kitchen it was me who did the tile backslash.  Jack did all the tile cutting while I hung, then grouted and sealed the tiles over the course of four days.  It really is not difficult.  So I was pretty confident when we tackled the floor.  I should also note that this is a very modest entryway, roughly 20 sq ft.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was shocking to see that the hardwoods that were intact under the linoleum were in better shape than the ones that had ran throughout the house.  Perhaps since they were not exposed to the ware and tare of us running around on them is what kept them nice?  That is with the exception of some of the stuck on glue that held down the linoleum.  But that could have easily been sanded off.  For a second, I was left thinking it could be fun to refinish the hardwoods in that section, but then reality set in and I vetoed that idea once I fast forwarded to the winter and the thought of the snow we would track in.  Tile I think, is a much better fit for the area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wasn't kidding when I said small entryway.   This is it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsNfr59GE1M/Tn-cSeFa-PI/AAAAAAAABlI/6pN-3DgiDpk/s400/IMG_1058.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656411498128013554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The wood floor that was under the linoleum still had a fair amount of the original finish on it.  It looked like a matte polyurethane finish.  The dark streaks are the glue that held down the linoleum.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yx2fGLv7rms/Tn-cSF6kUxI/AAAAAAAABlA/Co37yN6Fiag/s400/IMG_1049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656411491640038162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;The foam insulation that went all around the front door was a bright yellow.  You can see it peeking out in some areas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zeDKjthlDBs/Tn-cS4V9bwI/AAAAAAAABlY/iaNKCRGTEF0/s400/IMG_1055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656411505176702722" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;Before we put up the interior frame work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PYxD1TFotnY/Tn-cSwtradI/AAAAAAAABlQ/Pzy6bsSJNXI/s400/IMG_1056.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656411503128701394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And now for the afters:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Here is the tile we selected.  This is after all the grouting and sealing were completed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YbfC5v00DIg/Tn-6ocrehfI/AAAAAAAABlg/bd5b4V6fAWU/s400/IMG_4944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656444861056714226" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;The base trim work.  I had originally wanted to salvage all of the existing trim.  But since it was such a small area that we were trimming out, new trim was only a few dollars.  And it also looks so much better than what was original to the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-879KxBu4ci4/Tn-6pPSAUPI/AAAAAAAABl4/H2HfaYm3Kns/s400/IMG_4941.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656444874640085234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;I went with painting the door the same color on the inside as I did for the exterior.  I LOVE the pale blue in the house!  It gives off just enough color without being too bold for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuzzYoXrivk/Tn-6o2Do8uI/AAAAAAAABlw/djBbhcjbYsI/s400/IMG_4940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656444867868947170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lye1LGyx2_Y/Tn-6okbqHFI/AAAAAAAABlo/AFRv19vyc-k/s400/IMG_4938.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656444863137848402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, it was a very easy update.  Lots of fun and lots of eye candy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-8993803158961385746?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8993803158961385746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-front-door-interior-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8993803158961385746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8993803158961385746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-front-door-interior-side.html' title='New Front Door Interior side.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EsNfr59GE1M/Tn-cSeFa-PI/AAAAAAAABlI/6pN-3DgiDpk/s72-c/IMG_1058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2908601300884987548</id><published>2011-09-23T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T05:51:26.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Projects'/><title type='text'>Front Door Installation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last winter when I noticed ice inside of my house along the front door and on my windowsills I pretty much felt a melt down coming.  While I like some of the charm of our older home, I hate that it lacks a lot of the amenities that the newer homes have, example, newer insulated windows, insulated exterior walls and energy efficient exterior doors.  This basically meant that soon as Jack came home, we got right to work on some much needed home repairs and updates.  We did new windows, new exterior doors and various other projects to get our home ready for this years winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was excited to do a new front door because anything that lends to updating our curb appeal makes me happy.  And I knew exactly the door I wanted, this one just below.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ENDLESS CHARM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hohTIKBpKE/Tnyu3ROhueI/AAAAAAAABkA/0KtwlI39BrU/s400/IMG_0913.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655587496610871778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was pretty confidence that putting in a new door was going to be super easy, I had my doubts and was pretty sure professional installation would be the best solution.   But what kind of DIYers would that make us?  So on we went full steam ahead.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that renovations big or small are almost always messy, but sometimes in the middle of the tare out, I can become a little uneasy.  As Jack was ripping off all the interior and exterior door casing, I was trying not to hyperventilate.  I kept asking him things like, "Are you absolutely sure that should come down? Why are you pulling that up?  You need a saw!? WHY!?"  It can be overwhelming to say the least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EQ6UjV9RY0E/Tnyu3-dA2_I/AAAAAAAABkI/GdkzDByhWnc/s400/IMG_0896.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655587508751227890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x0gYyjT3tOg/Tnyu4MRIuCI/AAAAAAAABkQ/x7o_n8hR7j4/s400/IMG_0899.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655587512459507746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IQWHNuxChag/Tnyu403km5I/AAAAAAAABkg/dS_7h1EU-6s/s400/IMG_0901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655587523358137234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Notice instead of the common aluminum siding a lot of the older houses have under their vinyl siding, our house has wood siding.  It was painted a soft grey/green tone that I actually love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BqzuFMW1ZgY/Tnyu4vB7LlI/AAAAAAAABkY/XuHIoee3jjQ/s400/IMG_0904.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655587521790946898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once everything was down it was time to shim in the new door.  We purchased one that was pre-hung which was recommended by every professional we had spoke to when deciding what to purchase.  This part was less than easy.  The frame built around the door was too wide for the existing hole we had for it.  I say hole because that is pretty much all it was, I big hole into my house.  At this point I could see even my husband was a little anxious at how we solve this issue.  One panicked phone call to a cousin of mine, and help was on the way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There was actually a really easy solution to make the new door fit.  Since it was the interior drywall that was making it too small, we just had to cut it off around the door.  1o minutes of cutting and we were back in the game.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The boys shimmed in the door, leveled everything, and once they triple checked to make sure all was perfect, in went the screws.  Once it was secure, it was time for the spray foam to insulate all around the door.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This project from start to finish took about 12 hours.  The first 5 were literally spent on tare out.  My husband was sure to tare out everything piece by piece to make sure he did not damage anything around the structure.  The rest of the time went to hanging and securing and then re- framing the interior and exterior.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went with a basic Craftsman style door.  But I think what really updates the look is the new framework.  Before we had simple aluminum framing with no detail whatsoever.  Jack and I played around with different ideas before agreeing that this look was our favorite.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zx1-a89t6FY/TnyziW25TKI/AAAAAAAABkw/xU0Q9kHgncE/s400/IMG_0917.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655592634903252130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7GHjU4IWchg/Tnyzh7CimQI/AAAAAAAABko/dGTKAGIL6LI/s400/IMG_0919.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655592627435903234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;And once I painted it that really made it look more inviting, not to mention our house really stands out on our street.  Another perk that I am pleasantly surprised with is the light that the 6 small windows provide.  Our previous door had no window and therefor let in no light.  Now, this light travels all the way down the hallway of our house, which I absolutely love.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jkqC-UtyIoQ/TnyzilWvLqI/AAAAAAAABk4/ZSLZ3FPPIVA/s400/IMG_0927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655592638794903202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px; " /&gt;Tomorrow I will be back with the interior updates we have thanks to the new front door.  New framework and tile flooring.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2908601300884987548?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2908601300884987548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/front-door-installation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2908601300884987548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2908601300884987548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/front-door-installation.html' title='Front Door Installation'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6hohTIKBpKE/Tnyu3ROhueI/AAAAAAAABkA/0KtwlI39BrU/s72-c/IMG_0913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1326053201766944836</id><published>2011-09-22T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:41:53.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking out the fall bedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the things I love about living in Ohio is that we live in a state where it can get very warm in the summer and exceptionally cold in the winter.  Because of this, I feel the need for summer bedding and a more heavier winter bedding.  And I enjoy this because it feeds my desire for a change in a rooms look.   Isabelle's room is exceptionally in need for seasonal changes.   Her room is the warmest in the summer and the coolest in the winter.  Now that fall has arrived, it was time for me to break out the heavier bedding.    And I thought it was only fair to share the pictures because I think her bed looks so sweet with the addition of her heavier duvet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kqk26iptr2A/TnuVhrOzsKI/AAAAAAAABj4/nHwdm6uowbM/s400/IMG_1443.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655278162866843810" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still leave on her light summer quilt for layering and added coziness on those really cool nights.  And because her heavy blue duvet tends to look a bit bulky laid out on the bed, I simply keep it folded at the end.  But I think the addition of the muted blue in her room makes for an elegant charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-1326053201766944836?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1326053201766944836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/breaking-out-fall-bedding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1326053201766944836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1326053201766944836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/breaking-out-fall-bedding.html' title='Breaking out the fall bedding'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kqk26iptr2A/TnuVhrOzsKI/AAAAAAAABj4/nHwdm6uowbM/s72-c/IMG_1443.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3435250960217564860</id><published>2011-09-22T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T09:44:31.092-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>I'm Back + Flooring Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been a long time since I sat down and wrote a post.  I am not lacking in house updates, they are also what has been consuming me and my time, projects and chasing the girls (Claire walks now, well she runs too..)   I have a thousand and one changes, updates, projects, everything that has happened over the passed year, all of which I hope to share as time allows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am hoping that now with Jack's return from his Air Force Training, this will allow me a little bit of free time to share our updates.  He has been home for about a month now and has finally started to settle in.  He has gone through some big changes since his return.  Two of which is a career change along with  enrolling as a full time student.  He has wanted to go back to College for years and now that he is home from his Air Force training he has the opportunity to focus on his goal.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Project numero uno:  Flooring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was actually done a few months prior to Jack's homecoming.  After months, perhaps even a year of toying with the idea, we decided to cover up our wood floors with carpet.  I know, crazy, unfathomable, insane, who does that?  Well...I did.  As much as I have told Jack and other friends and family that I detest carpet and will always only be a hardwood floor kind if gal, we thought it best to cover them for a few reasons.  Random side note, when I was 4 and my parents were building their house, my mom asked me what color carpet I wanted for my room.  I told her I wanted hardwood floors, not carpet.  Even at the age of 4, I was partial to the look of a nice hardwood flooring.  I should also add, that I did not get my way.  :-( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reasons For Covering Up our Hardwoods...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  They needed work. Refinishing.  The 50 year old original finish was almost completely worn off and therefor exposing bare wood.  This is stressful for a number of reasons.  Most people get nervous to have drinks on carpet, I was a wreck when people had drinks over the hardwoods.  If any moister spilled or was left for even a short amount of time, it left drop marks and stains.  In the last almost 4 years we have been here, even with me letting only adults have drinks in the living room, we have still managed to add a number of stains to the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;.  They needed patched.  Because the finish was nearly gone, wood naturally expands and contracts with different seasons as the moisture levels change in the air.  ---haha, I'm not a nerd, sometimes I just sound like one.  But it is true.  A good wood seal will actually help reduce that.  Since ours was lacking that, the wood would swell every spring and summer, and then shrink down each winter.  This would make for gaps in between the planks and also left some of them a bit lose.  There were even some spots where if we stepped on it just so, a lose board would come together and pinch our foot.  It would also make for awkward moments if we had guests over.  We would randomly hear an "ouch!" and if they had just walked over a specific spot, we would then be like, "So sorry!  Did our floor pinch you?  I apologize!"  Yes, this happened on a few occasions.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Claire.  As she was learning to walk, the bare, pinching, semi slippery wood floors made for a nervous me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  As much as I would have much preferred to refinish them, the cost + labor in numerous aspects was too much for this solo mom.  I would have had to completely gut the house while the refinishing was being done.  For a least a week I would have had to crash at someone else's pad, and while I know the fumes are at their worst for the first week, they can linger for a month and sometimes even two which is not good for kiddos...or anybody.  And did I mention the cost?  Refinishing in our case was more then triple the cost of the carpet.  Now I know that could vary depending on how expensive the carpet is that someone is going with, but in our case, huge price difference.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;.  The wood floors are still in tack under the carpet.  When we sell in the future (this is not a forever house) the carpets can be ripped up and the floors can be refinished if new owner so desires.  Or if for some reason we choose too.  The option is always under there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ready for the before and afters?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8oxod5zVBQ/TntaWWenh2I/AAAAAAAABjY/xp6D7hqzP44/s400/IMG_4306.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655213097131411298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qE5QAhlJ3UE/TntaX1JMNrI/AAAAAAAABjg/VgCUxA8LafU/s400/IMG_4313.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655213122542909106" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9GeoF3eGwPc/TntaY10PpXI/AAAAAAAABjo/H6aQFs9-57Q/s400/IMG_4319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655213139903358322" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fXMUqEf8jLY/TntaZOgdFLI/AAAAAAAABjw/p_CFH3GMWMg/s400/IMG_4328.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655213146531239090" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to lie, I miss the look of the hardwoods.  To me, hardwoods always make a room look bigger, more grand and even homey.  But for right now, the carpet is just a better solution to a number of problems.  And I have to admit, the carpet is a lot easier to keep clean.  I thought for sure that I would have a harder time with the upkeep of carpet, but it only needs to be vacuumed once a week or so (that is also all that is recommended) and it is oh-so-soft to just lay on and play on with our girls.  All in all, I am happy with our choice.  If anyone is interested, we went with Martha Stewart's carpet line, which we ordered through Home Depot.  They were very easy to work with and the entire process went very smooth.  And at a cost of 1.98 a square foot, my wallet is pretty pleased too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3435250960217564860?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3435250960217564860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-back-flooring-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3435250960217564860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3435250960217564860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-back-flooring-update.html' title='I&apos;m Back + Flooring Update'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8oxod5zVBQ/TntaWWenh2I/AAAAAAAABjY/xp6D7hqzP44/s72-c/IMG_4306.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7433941207882502295</id><published>2011-02-28T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:54:43.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'>A bit O Whimsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle informed me that she wanted a "Princess bed."  To that I replied, "You have a beautiful bed, what do you mean by princess bed?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; went something like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mommy, I want my bed to have the blankets that come down."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The blankets that comes down?  Your blankets pull back so you can go under them....what do you mean by come down?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mommy, the blankets that hang down around the bed."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other words, she was talking about a canopy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a canopy growing up and I loved it.  It was a surprise for my 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday???? I think....Pretty sure 11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I loved that bed, and I remember the excitement I had seeing my new room for the first time once it was all set up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle's bed is not designed for a canopy, but I was going to work with it, and I am glad I did.  What came of it is pretty adorable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a small curtain rod for over the bed, and two long drapery panels to give the illusion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the before mini transformation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tP42y8F4KVw/TWvK4dkq2-I/AAAAAAAABis/HG_cQnHk1uE/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578775634788408290" /&gt;After I added the Panels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dp2N2J9jggw/TWvLf_xlaiI/AAAAAAAABjM/O5ieVWJ4ibE/s400/IMG_3963.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578776313984281122" /&gt;Not too shabby.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YpLb29Amwk4/TWvLfaoGkEI/AAAAAAAABjE/Oau-_JxrtOY/s400/IMG_3960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578776304012398658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle loves her bed.  The only purchase I needed to make was for the panels, and 7 bucks a panel, my total was 14 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smack-ah-roos&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7433941207882502295?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7433941207882502295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/bit-o-whimsy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7433941207882502295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7433941207882502295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/bit-o-whimsy.html' title='A bit O Whimsy'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tP42y8F4KVw/TWvK4dkq2-I/AAAAAAAABis/HG_cQnHk1uE/s72-c/IMG_2344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-509812136967498650</id><published>2011-02-15T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T18:10:00.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Vacation to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am doing yet another one of &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2011/02/disneyland-bound/"&gt;Mama Kat's&lt;/a&gt; famous writers workshops.&lt;br /&gt;I am choosing prompt number 1, A Vacation to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our memorable family &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vaca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; takes place back in 2009.   It was our trip to that magical place known as, Disney World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Disney World has quite a reputation to live up to, it has to "Make the dream come true" for the hundreds of thousands that venture there each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While our trip certainly had its magical aspects, I think our most relentless companion lacked a whimsical name.....It was called RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let me be completely honest.  When I say rain, that may be slightly understated, for this rain was not remotely modest.  It could also be called downpour, monsoon, or Edward.  And it lingered all 7 days we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But we pressed...oh did we press on.  Rain or shine (yeah, shine? that never happened.)  We were there to "Make the dream come true" and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dammit&lt;/span&gt;, we were going to get our full experience.  It was Isabelle's first time to Disney World, we were embracing it!  And you know what? While Jack and I will never forget all that rain, Isabelle has yet to ever mention it when sharing in her memorable moments.  She truly only remembers the magic.  The Roller Coaster rides, visiting Minnie's house, sharing a kiss with that famous wooden boy, singing with Cinderella, hanging out in her castle, if it happened, she remembers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What Jack and I remember may be slightly different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going to store after store to try and find a raincoat.  ANY raincoat!  Nada.  Didn't exist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fighting with Isabelle to put on a poncho.  Nada.  It cramped her fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buying a bike hitch to in fact NOT use with a bike, but rather, to place her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hynus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in it to keep her dry while we toted (pulled, dragged, we were regular mules) her around the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wanting to break out the camera to document precious moments, but just deciding to make a mental memory and move on, in fear that the rain may destroy our camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ducking under random awnings to avoid melting in the magical kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking like we just got out of the shower...all day, everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention it rained? &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Packing lots of sunscreen...and never having to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leaving just as pale as we came in looking and with colds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listening to the locals chat up how bizarre the weather was for that time of year, hearing things like "We never get this much rain" and "So sad the week you are here and the weather is so bad" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally waking up to a gorgeous sunny day, the first one since our drive down...only to pack up the car and head home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;looking at Jack and saying "I don't think it can honestly rain harder than this."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack looking at me in reply one minute later and say "You were saying?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing Isabelle's face light up with pure delight with every corner we turned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all truthfulness, we can't wait to do it again, this time with Isabelle and little Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rain or Rain, it was a delightful, albeit, wet, week of fun with our little Isabelle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, Disney is a magical place, even in the rain...er..Edward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drenched, seeking shelter in a souvenir shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvoBiHql7Gc/TV2nrUJjiZI/AAAAAAAABiE/MHiR8C221L8/s1600/IMG_7931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvoBiHql7Gc/TV2nrUJjiZI/AAAAAAAABiE/MHiR8C221L8/s400/IMG_7931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574796276339542418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The famous bike hitch to  PULL Isabelle in a keep her dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLrn0dEHG1s/TV2ntRYvqTI/AAAAAAAABik/l3Z8QJjV7-I/s1600/IMG_8317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XLrn0dEHG1s/TV2ntRYvqTI/AAAAAAAABik/l3Z8QJjV7-I/s400/IMG_8317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574796309957683506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the look...everyday all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1971GHYOiQc/TV2nsmkCOEI/AAAAAAAABic/3cJCNhemvf4/s1600/IMG_8041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1971GHYOiQc/TV2nsmkCOEI/AAAAAAAABic/3cJCNhemvf4/s400/IMG_8041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574796298462312514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most ponchos ever purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWQx9IKRjfY/TV2nr_zwObI/AAAAAAAABiM/-yP1JQCPN4w/s1600/IMG_7964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWQx9IKRjfY/TV2nr_zwObI/AAAAAAAABiM/-yP1JQCPN4w/s400/IMG_7964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574796288059259314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-509812136967498650?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/509812136967498650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/vacation-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/509812136967498650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/509812136967498650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/vacation-to-remember.html' title='A Vacation to Remember'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvoBiHql7Gc/TV2nrUJjiZI/AAAAAAAABiE/MHiR8C221L8/s72-c/IMG_7931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4680642465335993739</id><published>2011-02-11T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T09:04:10.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even when he is away, our thoughts are one in the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Received a call from Jack yesterday.  He had told me that he fell asleep reading the bible and it had him thinking about how we need to introduce Isabelle to the bible, start reading it to her more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hello Goosebumps....That very same night, before I went to bed I ordered her a children's Bible from Amazon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4680642465335993739?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4680642465335993739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/even-when-he-is-away-our-thoughts-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4680642465335993739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4680642465335993739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/even-when-he-is-away-our-thoughts-are.html' title='Even when he is away, our thoughts are one in the same'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4568896884531892174</id><published>2011-02-08T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T19:38:59.519-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>Writers Workshop.  A Poem for Giggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am participating in &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/"&gt;Mama Kat's&lt;/a&gt; Writers Workshop, in spirit of that Cupid Hallmark holiday heading our way I thought I would keep it festive....with a hint of humor, pinch of fun and cup of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I chose prompt # 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; A poem for your special Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This ones for you, Mama Kat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines day is not far away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have asked Cupid to head &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/"&gt;Mama Kat's&lt;/a&gt; way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope when his arrow pricks you in the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It will help you realize it is ME you were meant to be with from the start.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pat and Ellen have nothing on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Mama Kat and Jolie that should always to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I may not have my own talk show&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I can clean a house better than anyone you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you don't consider me, my heart will shatter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You Mama Kat, are my happily ever after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when the kids are being particularly annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Off too boarding school they will soon be deploying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when your mama comes over to hang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She too will wonder "Kathy, how did you manage without this lady, Dang!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you so much, you make my heart go aflutter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mama Kat, you are the Jelly to my peanut butter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to always bring you pretty flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even when you choose to wear pasties to a potluck baby shower&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the bar for your "standard of humor" is set rather high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I don't think there are many that are more funny than I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to never give birth to one of your babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kidlets&lt;/span&gt; are always blue eyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blondies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think you are cool I think you are rad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kainoa&lt;/span&gt; is now an only child, you can't be all bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Selective Amnesia I think that is hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You taking Pat out for a fun weekend without me is NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when we go skating, I will hold you so tight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if you try to get away with all of your might....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when you need silence but the house is filled with screaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dose a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benadryl&lt;/span&gt; to sooth the kids while I have the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;streamin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I agree it is overrated to teach your children to walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why not pull an Ursula, so then they can't talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And wearing your offspring is all the fashion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; Mama Kat I love you with a passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lastly I promise to never leave you for Kathy Lee Gifford.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or a big red dog that goes by the named Clifford....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unless you piss me off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Jolie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4568896884531892174?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4568896884531892174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/writers-workshop-poem-for-giggles.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4568896884531892174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4568896884531892174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/writers-workshop-poem-for-giggles.html' title='Writers Workshop.  A Poem for Giggles'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-947436747804827727</id><published>2011-02-01T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T13:54:06.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Letter To My Future Teens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am participating in &lt;a href="http://www.mamakatslosinit.com/2011/02/writing-prompts-56/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Mama Kat's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; writing workshop today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the prompt I chose was.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 22px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;4.) A letter to your future teen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 22px; font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or in my case, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Teens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear Isabelle and Claire,          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know it is hard to be a teen, I have been there once.  I have crushed on a boy and was unsure of my feelings or how to act.  I have done things that I normally wouldn't, to try and fit in with a group.  I have tried to persuade my mom to pay way too much for clothes because they were what was in.  I have consumed myself with negative thoughts of all the things I wanted but didn't have, instead of being grateful for possessing the ability to work towards what I truly needed.  And I have learned a lot from all of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that life is tough, being a teen and trying to navigate through these awkward years only makes it tougher.  You may not know what you want right now, or you may be certain that you do know what you want, but 5 years from now, those dreams may seem trivial and a bit strange.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here are some things I have learned that I hope will help you through this stage of your life and maybe even stages that are to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; All the things that are hard in your life right &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now, remember them.  These will all be of use to you one day.  Right now all the things you are going through, good or bad, will be a tool for you to apply in your future.  Hold onto what you are learning through your experiences.  You will gain knowledge through these.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Self Control Is An Awesome Trait.  Apply it To Spending."  Though it may be hard, material items will never truly make you happy.  Molding yourself to fit into what some may view as the "it" group by spending and conforming, is to mutilate your identity.   Don't mutilate yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be Authentic.  This plays in with the previous statement.  You are unique.  You are a design that is incredible.  In life, things may not always be as they appear.  Always be exactly as you appear.  Do not put on for others.  Putting on for others is the same as a lie.  Peers will ask you to do things, behave a certain way to fit in.  You will know what is right.  What is you.  Be real, Authentic, Unique.  Be Happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't buy into Gossip.  Seek your own opinion.  A great life long friendship may be around the next corner.  Proceed with an open mind and discover what can be with your own experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Confidence is attractive, own it.  I am not saying be a self obsessed snob, but to carry your head high.  Look people in the eye, this will in tern give them a reason to look you in the eyes.  Smile and have a positive attitude.  The cup is always half full if you let it be.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't put any energy into hatred.  It can consume you and if you allow it, over shine what is good.  It is so much easier to forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can learn a lot from observing.  People will reveal a great deal about their character if you listen to what they say and then watch what they do.  Sometime actions do not aways align with words.  Be observant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Know that I am your mother, I love you beyond forever and miles past always, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you are happy in life, you have accomplished a goal that some with millions can ill afford.  Embrace Happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUh8578i4zI/AAAAAAAABgM/7OwuIQep0lc/s400/IMG_2513.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568838274029642546" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUh85oTpScI/AAAAAAAABgE/C5Yx1Ch8J6U/s400/164559_1485713709260_1426410093_31020434_2725544_n-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568838268757821890" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUh85SNcVGI/AAAAAAAABf8/n2rUWUtl5nI/s400/IMG_1861.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568838262826226786" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUh86PeqTrI/AAAAAAAABgU/BjtKtZsBBvw/s400/IMG_3066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568838279273008818" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUh86qEKuNI/AAAAAAAABgc/LygBNZOWOOU/s400/IMG_3359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568838286409644242" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-947436747804827727?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/947436747804827727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-my-future-teens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/947436747804827727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/947436747804827727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-my-future-teens.html' title='A Letter To My Future Teens'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUh8578i4zI/AAAAAAAABgM/7OwuIQep0lc/s72-c/IMG_2513.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4678079386108160136</id><published>2011-01-31T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T11:46:08.018-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'>Our New Metal Bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I have mentioned in a previous post, I love metal beds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It only made sense that I have my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This bed was a work in progress.  It didn't come in this bronzed finish you see here, it was GOLD.  Very gold.  Rapper's teeth gold.  My love for metal beds is deep, but the gold was a bit much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Did I mention it was gold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing a little bit of Oil Rubbed Bronze Spray Paint can't handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUb5TOkVzxI/AAAAAAAABfw/OSkzhEObLIc/s400/249131_UN_11oz_Metallic_OilRubbedBronze_L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568412098013548306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just like Michael Jackson, this too had a color change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUb2v5_IgyI/AAAAAAAABfg/dOqo-M5j_SI/s400/IMG_3804.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568409292170101538" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUb2wB_lc2I/AAAAAAAABfo/B8DF3yQNqN4/s400/IMG_3795.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568409294319481698" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two coats of spray paint later, she looks like she does now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so is my wallet...this bed was cheap, very cheap....I am sure probably because of the dated gold finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now it is as good as new and with a color that is a little less blinding....er...blinging? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4678079386108160136?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4678079386108160136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-new-metal-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4678079386108160136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4678079386108160136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-new-metal-bed.html' title='Our New Metal Bed'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUb5TOkVzxI/AAAAAAAABfw/OSkzhEObLIc/s72-c/249131_UN_11oz_Metallic_OilRubbedBronze_L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7128069659346170609</id><published>2011-01-26T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T19:45:43.881-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><title type='text'>Metal Bed Inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have had a love for metal beds for as many years as I can remember.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Whether they are dainty and white with feminine detail....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDoUkS0RsI/AAAAAAAABeo/G2cDwLOz-Fw/s400/Pink-Bedroom-Vintage-Linens-GTL0407-de.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704579467560642" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.....Classic and Simple with old charm.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDoVHSGwuI/AAAAAAAABfA/Sp2HblSGag8/s400/4143204696_1868c25e46_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704588859818722" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or just down right gorgeous and solid and oh-so-dreamy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDoUm5NjUI/AAAAAAAABew/F3nIJUyvlrs/s400/img80l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704580165471554" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love metal beds!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy some of these gorgeous eye candies!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDpc40t86I/AAAAAAAABfY/QY2wh-HkpNk/s400/3018096332_16a7d3c49a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566705821929042850" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDoVZ4tNLI/AAAAAAAABfI/B_vAIxBtM_o/s400/IMG_2554-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704593853559986" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDoU142i1I/AAAAAAAABe4/R_mwhmJakQQ/s400/FLSRA302FL_red-cottage-bedroom_s3x4_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566704584190495570" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDpc33DBfI/AAAAAAAABfQ/pmuS-dJh6N4/s400/1422922455_c134898b3e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566705821670376946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7128069659346170609?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7128069659346170609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/metal-bed-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7128069659346170609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7128069659346170609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/metal-bed-inspiration.html' title='Metal Bed Inspiration'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDoUkS0RsI/AAAAAAAABeo/G2cDwLOz-Fw/s72-c/Pink-Bedroom-Vintage-Linens-GTL0407-de.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-8967903610905415906</id><published>2011-01-26T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T18:18:55.027-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Dreaming of Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hinking, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;reaming, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;ishing, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;aiting, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;anting....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SPRING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDJQSrMHqI/AAAAAAAABeY/0g1xj4Jofa0/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566670421158010530" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDJQYtBipI/AAAAAAAABeg/ZmV7WC_oDd8/s400/IMG_1375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566670422776318610" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to hoping I can make my garden look as gorgeous as this one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-8967903610905415906?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8967903610905415906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreaming-of-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8967903610905415906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8967903610905415906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/dreaming-of-spring.html' title='Dreaming of Spring'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TUDJQSrMHqI/AAAAAAAABeY/0g1xj4Jofa0/s72-c/IMG_1427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3776549550947604610</id><published>2011-01-24T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:30:46.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'>If at first you don't succeed, Try Try AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we purchased our house 3 years ago, we had no idea what our...er...my style was.  All we knew was that we could not wait to get in there and start the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DIY&lt;/span&gt; process.  We got our rollers, paint brushes, team of friends we had bribed with beverages (for after the completion of painting of course!) and got to work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When we purchased our paint, we simply went off of what looked nice on the swatch, never even considering how it may look on the walls of our home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Long story short, after the entire house had been painted, I stood back, took a long look and decided I really didn't like anything I had chosen.  My husband on the other hand didn't necessarily dislike or like anything, being that he does not really care much in interior design or style.  So long as there is a place for him to sit and plant his feet somewhere, he is happy.  This works to my advantage and disadvantage.....He lets me have full range of the house and design choices, but, if I do not like the end result, he would rather us live with it since we put the work into it.  His perspective is, why repaint a perfectly painted wall? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The creamy yellow color, also called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;AfterGlow&lt;/span&gt; which we put on our living room, dining, and hallway walls, was a bit to loud for the space.  It gave off an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;orangy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hugh&lt;/span&gt;, which made the space scream old classic country look.  Not the look I wanted to achieve.  Mind you, it was paired with an old vintage desk which I had refinished in a powder blue to use as a council table, and another blue end table.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Orangy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hugh&lt;/span&gt; with blue accents?  No thank you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I ended up living with the original colors for about a year.  I knew Jack was not about to let me go and purchase all new paint for the walls we had just painted.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is an old photo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TT2urq2-6mI/AAAAAAAABd4/3TEC2x2d9sc/s400/IMG_6550.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565796779762313826" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It wasn't until we built the large picture shelf for behind the couch that he let me change out the color.  My reasoning?  "Hun, I should probably paint the living room before we hang the shelf, or it will be a huge task to do it in the future.  Painting around and in the shelf will be hard."  That gave me the go ahead and I got right to work changing the dining, living and hallway colors.  This time I took my time, tested colors, I even included Jack in the final choosing....with colors I had already approved.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TT2ur5hh39I/AAAAAAAABeA/d6pnAYrRGtY/s400/IMG_1785.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565796783698862034" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TT2usHZNybI/AAAAAAAABeI/XzbHoomfpPY/s400/IMG_1786.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565796787422087602" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Live and Learn.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went with a natural tone, also known a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Valspar's&lt;/span&gt; "Milestone" because I wanted the decor I brought in to be the star.  Also, our space is not very large, so a powerful color I felt would be too heavy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the end, Jack and I were both very pleased.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has anyone here ever made some major bad color choices?  Did you live with it for a while or fix it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;?  Do share!  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3776549550947604610?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3776549550947604610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed-try-try.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3776549550947604610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3776549550947604610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed-try-try.html' title='If at first you don&apos;t succeed, Try Try AGAIN'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TT2urq2-6mI/AAAAAAAABd4/3TEC2x2d9sc/s72-c/IMG_6550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3227712260205322860</id><published>2011-01-23T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T17:35:29.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>A Little Bit of This A little Bit of That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life here has been nothing short of dull.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I can't complain, I have loved every bit of it...and everything in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have done several house projects, all of which I will share in the coming weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack has come home to visit us for the holidays!  That was my only Christmas wish, that he would get leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire has been busy keeping me on my toes, as if Isabelle needed help in that area.  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Two weeks after Jack left, the girls and I packed up and made the 19 hour drive to see him in Mississippi.  Currently I am enjoying 60+ degree weather!  Back in Ohio it is a high of 12!  Oh flip flops how I love you!  Feels good to enjoy you during January.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are some bits of Jack's visit home for the holidays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack and his girls!  Isabelle was so happy to have him home, as was I.  But she just loved having her buddy back.  I simply cannot compare to the bond they share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyME7jYikI/AAAAAAAABbw/M_VJgSzk-bE/s400/IMG_3336.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565477255856556610" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fulfilled&lt;/span&gt; her wish, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MobiGo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyMFGuAxCI/AAAAAAAABb4/tQwb5K0BW5k/s400/IMG_3264.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565477258853925922" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Delight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyMFMrc-pI/AAAAAAAABcA/FcBVXf-4t2E/s400/IMG_3265.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565477260453804690" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Digging for Stocking goodies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyMFUuvzYI/AAAAAAAABcI/tud7Yqowq84/s400/IMG_3309.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565477262615104898" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire was fond of the doll that peeked out from her stocking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyMFmImZbI/AAAAAAAABcQ/JA70HiOLtgE/s400/IMG_3311.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565477267286943154" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also have been busy snapping as much pictures of Claire as possible.  She is growing and changing so fast and I am trying to capture all her different looks and expressions.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyZaVkr3yI/AAAAAAAABcY/2tIva0ansj8/s400/IMG_3066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565491917269753634" /&gt;This one went on our Christmas card collage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyZapSfb0I/AAAAAAAABcg/zi6ztGDlF-Y/s400/IMG_3100.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565491922562150210" /&gt;Isabelle had also asked Santa for an ironing board.  One day she may dread that task, but I bet it is more fun when performing it with beautiful dress up clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyZfaDDt-I/AAAAAAAABc4/JQ7a4V8KneA/s400/IMG_3376.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565492004370233314" /&gt;Isabelle also received her first professional haircut.  I have always loved it long and gave it little trims myself, but after numerous fights with the comb after her showers, I decided a cut would be best.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Notice she is a little nervous.....as was I, but I kept a smile on my face for her sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyZa18IJoI/AAAAAAAABco/LL53gDxE6kA/s400/IMG_3368.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565491925958010498" /&gt;Once it was time to style the hair she was all smiles.  Now she looks for reasons to go and get it cut.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyZeU0j0fI/AAAAAAAABcw/ID7IzLzoxPQ/s400/IMG_3374.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565491985787376114" /&gt;Isabelle also had her first slumber party with a friend.  I have never sent her anywhere other then her grandparents for a sleepover, and she has never had a friend sleep over before this slumber party.  And a party it was!  The girls had a dress up show, played house, watched movies, ate goodies and crashed on the living room couch with sugar comas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle on her bed reading books, her pal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Baylee&lt;/span&gt; on the floor playing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MobiGo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTzDZG_Hf0I/AAAAAAAABdA/zriXNHWaw-Y/s400/IMG_3429.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565538075662581570" /&gt;Within 10 minutes of getting the party started!  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTzDZpX2hHI/AAAAAAAABdQ/NmLWFoJWpPM/s400/IMG_3430.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565538084893131890" /&gt;We also discovered the joy of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wii&lt;/span&gt;.  We do not own one, and I have never played one until recently at my in-laws.  Let's just say I know what I want for my very own.  So fun.  And Isabelle loved the bowling, among many other games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTzDZSzG4oI/AAAAAAAABdI/6Lw5lu5yiuc/s400/IMG_3409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565538078833435266" /&gt;I am currently blogging to you from Mississippi, so here are some shots from our current get away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire and I hanging out on the couch in our condo.....which over looks then ocean.  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTzT87SaDtI/AAAAAAAABdw/aE7z_Co7oG0/s400/IMG_3654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556283183599314" /&gt;Walking on the beach.  The sun was in our eyes.  Isabelle is maybe trying to hula?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTzT8D7C5mI/AAAAAAAABdY/ktF_tfmqQxc/s400/IMG_3617.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556268321662562" /&gt;Jack and Isabelle sea shell hunting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTzT8gRkteI/AAAAAAAABdo/KTtxjmYo1hI/s400/IMG_3637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556275932345826" /&gt;I love this shot.  I only wish Jack didn't have that bag in his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTzT8clx4VI/AAAAAAAABdg/56qohoQmM4M/s400/IMG_3620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565556274943353170" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait to post the house updates!  Now I am off to read up on all of you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3227712260205322860?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3227712260205322860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bit-of-this-little-bit-of-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3227712260205322860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3227712260205322860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-bit-of-this-little-bit-of-that.html' title='A Little Bit of This A little Bit of That'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TTyME7jYikI/AAAAAAAABbw/M_VJgSzk-bE/s72-c/IMG_3336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1459425374663930952</id><published>2010-12-15T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:29:21.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>TV Stand is Moved In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I finally got the new TV stand moved in.  Took me long enough.  In all fairness it has been finished for weeks now, I just have had to wait for help to move it upstairs and move out the old stand.   I am not Wonder Women, so my upper arm strength is minimal.   Moving large furniture that requires more than just a simple push across a room is not something I can do.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually thought I was going to have to wait to move it in when Jack comes home, which is a week from today!!!  I get 10 whole days of him!!!  Can you tell I am excited, check out my exclamation point usage, a bit abundant...  Anyhow, as I mentioned, I thought I would just have to wait for him to come home to get it moved up from the basement.  When he called me the other night, I told him of the small honey do list I had waiting for him, but he knows how much I get excited over new refinished furnishing (say that 5 times fast..) that he called his buddy to come over pronto to move it up for me and get everything set up.  Thanks, Egan!   So within minutes of getting off the phone with Jack, his friend was at my door ready to help me out.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So she's up, she's in, she ready to house a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;....Yes, I give my furnishings a gender. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TQjrim-vCjI/AAAAAAAABbc/34Wc5QxHI00/s400/IMG_3113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550945520545892914" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TQjri6FQXKI/AAAAAAAABbk/4soMECUItV0/s400/IMG_3115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550945525673516194" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So now I just get to sit back and count down the days to my fella coming home!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-1459425374663930952?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1459425374663930952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/tv-stand-is-moved-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1459425374663930952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1459425374663930952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/12/tv-stand-is-moved-in.html' title='TV Stand is Moved In'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TQjrim-vCjI/AAAAAAAABbc/34Wc5QxHI00/s72-c/IMG_3113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-6381701426848341403</id><published>2010-11-29T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:50:22.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'>Chalkboard art and Vintage Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been trying to accessorize my bedroom for quite some time, I just was not sure what exactly I wanted to bring in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wall across from my bed was just a blank canvas waiting for someone to hang some art...I was simply trying to find the right pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael's recently had a sale on their frames, 50% off any wall frame in the store.  I snatched two large white frames at $20.00 for the pair.  I knew I wanted them for my room, I was just not sure what to put in them.   I tried searching online for prints to frame, but nothing seemed to work.  Plus I hate to spend the money on something I am not sure of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a blog I stumbled across that did beautiful initial art out of wall paper.  I thought I could do that, but I didn't have any wallpaper to work with.   I did however have chalkboard paint which I thought might be fun to try and work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I painted a thick piece of cardboard and then drew a j &amp;amp; j on it and tried it in the frame.  I really like it.   It's personal, which is exactly what a bedroom should be.   And then for the other frame, I did our anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP2v0h9hhI/AAAAAAAABaU/u4JYYP7lGcA/s400/IMG_3009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545046867638584850" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP2wo3rE2I/AAAAAAAABac/zIsMXt8_ryM/s400/IMG_3011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545046881688294242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the center, I thought it would be fun to put pictures of us...because we are such vain people.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; Kidding.  But again, I wanted to keep the bedroom personal and romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP2w5klS7I/AAAAAAAABak/_YoTWW45y5o/s400/IMG_2996.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545046886171626418" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP2xYCFGeI/AAAAAAAABas/Cjrjrqg-DGM/s400/IMG_2993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545046894348409314" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 243px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP2xhTclCI/AAAAAAAABa0/qEs542w5EeI/s400/IMG_3018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545046896837170210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also added some pictures of our girls to the mix.  They do spend a lot of time with me in our bed.  We watch movies and relax on cold afternoons in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP95a_EISI/AAAAAAAABa8/ZacJkPR0_jg/s400/IMG_2984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545054729161416994" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I also placed small mirrors under a few lamps to bounce light.  Anything to make the room feel bigger, as our master bedroom is not exactly masterful in its smaller size.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP951Tc2jI/AAAAAAAABbE/QK3Y_V8fpo8/s400/IMG_2985.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545054736226245170" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I also found a vintage mirror at one of our local resale shops.  I love the detail at the top, tarnish and all :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP_3aEO7HI/AAAAAAAABbM/0mf2SR7iPPA/s400/IMG_3025.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545056893578177650" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought it would be a nice addition for the blank wall above our bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP_4CqEOCI/AAAAAAAABbU/wwnf4abIGQc/s400/IMG_3030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545056904474277922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We still have a lot to do, crown molding, mini chandelier for over bed...and I have something fun I am refinishing for the room as well that I can't wait to bring in.  So it is still a work in progress, but it's getting there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-6381701426848341403?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6381701426848341403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/chalkboard-art-and-vintage-mirror.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/6381701426848341403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/6381701426848341403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/chalkboard-art-and-vintage-mirror.html' title='Chalkboard art and Vintage Mirror'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TPP2v0h9hhI/AAAAAAAABaU/u4JYYP7lGcA/s72-c/IMG_3009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3510248674304324145</id><published>2010-11-18T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:35:38.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stylish Blogger Award</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am honored to say that I won the stylish blogger award.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOX8Cn3K3cI/AAAAAAAABaM/jGrkUmSgIIw/s400/stylish%2Bblogger%2Baward.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541112038539582914" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My blog is a way for me to document doing the things I love most, whether it be spending time with my family, decorating, refinishing furniture, and just being a homeowner.  I don't really think I post about any one theme.  It is a joy to know that people like what I do and find my style interesting enough to stay tuned.   Thank you so much &lt;a href="http://decor4poor.blogspot.com/"&gt;Decor4poor&lt;/a&gt; for thinking of me and passing the Stylish blogger award to me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(86, 86, 86); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;The rules to the award are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Thank the person that gave it to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Write 7 things about yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Give the award to 15 other bloggers that you like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Let them know that you gave them the award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(86, 86, 86); line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:large;"&gt; things about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 18px; font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;1. From a very young age I was into refinishing furniture, re-salvaging, and even building my own things.   My bedroom was always changing and so was my style.  Luckily for me, my parents always let me go with my creative gene and even encouraged it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2.  When I want something, I want it in the worst way.  But that doesn't necessarily mean that I will go out and buy it.  More times than not, the things that I yearn for, are things I try to recreate myself.   It is a rare occasion that I go out and buy the piece that inspired me, I simply work off of it and go from there.  And 9 times out of 10, I love what I have done more than what gave me the inspiration in the first place.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;3.  I am left handed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4.  Inspiration hits me a lot just as I am dosing off at night.  I have woke up in the wee hours of the morning to jot down an idea that popped into my head, only to wake up to little notes that I am trying to make sense of in the morning.  This also makes my husband crazy, because I have on occasion woke him up to fill him in on my midnight brainstorming.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5.  When put on the spot, I am blank.  Like right now, I am having a hard time coming up with 7 things about myself.  It could also be that I am over tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;6.  My hometown is very small.  We have one stop light and everybody knows your name.  Ever seen Gilmore Girls?  My hometown reminds me a lot of Stars Hallow.  Its got a lot of old time charm, one school, and the "Giant" Eagle store is about the size of a Rite Aid.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7.  My family is my life and as odd as this may sound, it's the one thing I never knew I wanted till I had it.  If someone would have told me that by 25 I would have married my best friend, have a 4 year old and a 3 month old, a mortgage and a puppy, I would have laughed hysterically.  I don't think I truly knew happiness before any of this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;8.  Because I can!  Almost every night I wonder if I did enough that day.  More times than not, I feel like I didn't.  And by "enough" I mean play with my kids, encourage them, inspire them, embrace them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shoppingcandy.blogspot.com/"&gt;*Shopping Candy* for my first home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anotheronlinemom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Another Online Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px; 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cottageandvine.blogspot.com/"&gt;cottage and vine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px; 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://modernjanedesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;m&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://modernjanedesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;odern jane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://daveandjoi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nuestra Vida Dulce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peanutpetunia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peanut Petunia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px; 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rareandbeautifultreasures.com/"&gt;Rare &amp;amp; Beautiful Treasures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://restyledhome.blogspot.com/"&gt;Restyled Home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.susieharrisblog.com/"&gt;Susie Harris&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px;  font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 15px; 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or cabinet....Basically anything that caught my attention that I had to have in the worst way, to place my TV on or in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the last 3 years I have found a lot of "kinda cute" functional things that would suffice, but I didn't want to settle for something I wasn't totally smitten with.  I knew I wanted something to fix up, for me that's half the fun.  But I also didn't want to waste my time fixing something that would leave me yearning for something different in a year.   So far every piece I have tackled, I adore and they are by far my most favorite items in my home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The qualities it had to have are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to be made of solid hardwood.  I by that I mean, not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MDF&lt;/span&gt; with hardwood veneer, not pine, not poplar, but Solid. Hard. Wood.  All the way through.  So maple and oak are usually what most of my pieces are constructed of.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had to be unique.  Not necessarily weird, but I wanted it to embody a certain charm.  To be different.  Personally, I do not feel a television is something to display as decor, I would be just as happy to put mine behind cabinet doors or hidden somewhere within the living room.  Since that is not an option in my current home, I want the piece of furniture it sits on to be what people see.  We all have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt;, whoop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doo&lt;/span&gt;.  No need to decorate with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It had to be the right size.  Well I guess this is an obvious need.   What I had originally wanted for the first year was an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;armiore&lt;/span&gt;, however, I learned that most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;armoires&lt;/span&gt; designed to hold a television were a bit to grand for my living space.  I wanted it to make a statement, without appearing to be too upscale for my quaint family room.  After combing my favorite resale store, Second City, I finally found my next project.   Soon as I saw it I knew I had to have but it, but I was only hopeful that it would be wide enough for my TV.  Luckily, I had a tape measure and to my excitement, it would work.  It meets all my qualities and brings in charm galore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And lastly, the price has to be right.  Since I look for diamonds in the rough that I am almost always refinishing in some way, I don't want to overpay.  I usually spend $40 at the very least for materials.  I always take in account the sanding, paint/poly, good paint brushes (they make all the difference.)  and updated hardware.  So sometimes I will even try to talk down a price and see how low I can get the item.  My current piece was 60.00 at 30% off.  Not bad at all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is just a peek of what I am working with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOW7u5jIfHI/AAAAAAAABZs/fRiNDStdrtU/s400/IMG_2947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541041330945817714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the door for the open center.  I took it off to remove all the hardware (which I plan to update) and paint it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOW7vb-wWNI/AAAAAAAABZ0/kH1v5pySQZQ/s400/IMG_2950.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541041340188481746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her it is with a coat of primer.  I did sanding to the piece itself so the primer takes even better.  I also will sand in between every coat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOW7v1nWcGI/AAAAAAAABZ8/6ioZRgbRXJA/s1600/IMG_2951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOW7v1nWcGI/AAAAAAAABZ8/6ioZRgbRXJA/s400/IMG_2951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541041347069636706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOW7wMJzabI/AAAAAAAABaE/sANRw3wD7cs/s1600/IMG_2971.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a peek after the first coat of paint....I love it so far! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOW7wMJzabI/AAAAAAAABaE/sANRw3wD7cs/s1600/IMG_2971.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOW7wMJzabI/AAAAAAAABaE/sANRw3wD7cs/s400/IMG_2971.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541041353119721906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-111986384737929752?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/111986384737929752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/found-fab-fixer-upper.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/111986384737929752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/111986384737929752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/found-fab-fixer-upper.html' title='Found a Fab Fixer Upper'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TOW7u5jIfHI/AAAAAAAABZs/fRiNDStdrtU/s72-c/IMG_2947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-5836443273852223606</id><published>2010-10-27T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:39:07.267-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Isabelle!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou bring so much joy to my life and all those you know each and every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you so much for showing me what it is like to be a kid again.  I love our tea parties, dress up games and doll house fun!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you for being you.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;appy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;irthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;irl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TMhD8RWSvRI/AAAAAAAABZY/GM9bkkF2fQE/s1600/IMG_2488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TMhD8RWSvRI/AAAAAAAABZY/GM9bkkF2fQE/s400/IMG_2488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532746844952771858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TMhD8jDE1FI/AAAAAAAABZg/fekBkm3eYLM/s1600/IMG_2459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TMhD8jDE1FI/AAAAAAAABZg/fekBkm3eYLM/s400/IMG_2459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532746849704006738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-5836443273852223606?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5836443273852223606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-isabelle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5836443273852223606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5836443273852223606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-birthday-isabelle.html' title='Happy Birthday Isabelle!!!'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TMhD8RWSvRI/AAAAAAAABZY/GM9bkkF2fQE/s72-c/IMG_2488.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-5476751849013538324</id><published>2010-10-17T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T09:15:04.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Tour'/><title type='text'>Throw Pillow Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been going throw pillow crazy.  Well, maybe just sewing crazy.  First I made drapes for my living room from some gorgeous retro floral fabric I ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMhgO42UI/AAAAAAAABY8/Q76HxAzvnD8/s1600/IMG_1786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMhgO42UI/AAAAAAAABY8/Q76HxAzvnD8/s400/IMG_1786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529026737255012674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then with that same fabric, I made throw pillows for my bed, such a nice pop of color they bring, plus I love mixing fabric and textures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMhCGN32I/AAAAAAAABY0/UiojAkSzN2o/s1600/IMG_2216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMhCGN32I/AAAAAAAABY0/UiojAkSzN2o/s400/IMG_2216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529026729165578082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then when I was out shopping, a fabric caught Isabelle's eye.  I was super impressed that she would actually notice something like fabric that appealed to her.  Of course I bought it and she said she wanted a new play apron made from it, so I made just that...and some throw pillows for her bed too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMjDEJGXI/AAAAAAAABZM/xOuBnUMRtaY/s1600/IMG_2333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMjDEJGXI/AAAAAAAABZM/xOuBnUMRtaY/s400/IMG_2333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529026763785050482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMimkLsZI/AAAAAAAABZE/2T_FuZEhAGw/s1600/IMG_2317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMimkLsZI/AAAAAAAABZE/2T_FuZEhAGw/s400/IMG_2317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529026756134810002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tied the ribbon around the pillow to create some bunching and give them some interest, plus the pale pink ties in with the room.  And the small center pillow is made from an actual old drape I had on hand, the same drape I made a &lt;a href="http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-cheap-to-chabby-chic.html"&gt;table skirt&lt;/a&gt; for the side stand in the nursery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All and all I am really enjoying making things for myself, it saves money and also lets me put a more personal stamp on the things are make.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Started my search for a perfect TV stand to refinish.  So far nothing has caught my eye, but I am excited to be looking.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-5476751849013538324?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5476751849013538324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/throw-pillow-mania.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5476751849013538324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5476751849013538324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/throw-pillow-mania.html' title='Throw Pillow Mania'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLsMhgO42UI/AAAAAAAABY8/Q76HxAzvnD8/s72-c/IMG_1786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7628910407396153315</id><published>2010-10-12T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T16:30:13.497-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'>Simple Updates to Isabelle's room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle's room has been a work in progress ever since we moved in her big girl bedroom set on her third birthday.  Now she will be four at the end of this month and I have finally made her room a bit more personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was a sign I had made about 6 months ago.  My plan was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;originally&lt;/span&gt; to hang it over her bed, however, I was uncomfortable with how heavy it was so I thought it was a lovely addition to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;foot board&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYkJssj9I/AAAAAAAABWE/gj1Mot7JXvU/s1600/IMG_2159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYkJssj9I/AAAAAAAABWE/gj1Mot7JXvU/s400/IMG_2159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527280758280720338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYkVECH5I/AAAAAAAABWM/xvCGE36y_uU/s1600/IMG_2160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYkVECH5I/AAAAAAAABWM/xvCGE36y_uU/s400/IMG_2160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527280761331392402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is just scrap wood my husband had laying around and some blue paint that we had on hand.  The only thing I had to purchase were the letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where her tea parties take place)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYk7wu3OI/AAAAAAAABWU/PJj4q65dvv8/s1600/IMG_2161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYk7wu3OI/AAAAAAAABWU/PJj4q65dvv8/s400/IMG_2161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527280771719421154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also thought it would be fun to create some sort of thing to hang all of Isabelle's art on.  At first I had wanted to make a huge pin board, but the idea of her having the little pins in her room had me worried.  It was then that I thought of string (twine rather) and clothespins.   Plus this was made of all things I already had.  Each end is screwed into a stud for added strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTjw8BeDnI/AAAAAAAABYk/S2HHW9ZKYV0/s1600/IMG_2181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTjw8BeDnI/AAAAAAAABYk/S2HHW9ZKYV0/s400/IMG_2181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527293072575958642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle can play with whatever she wants to hang and change out on her "Art Line" but I got it started with a photo of her and Claire, then she added some of her colorings.  I think it looks swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTjxVMBfII/AAAAAAAABYs/G2rb7ysmfiQ/s1600/IMG_2192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTjxVMBfII/AAAAAAAABYs/G2rb7ysmfiQ/s400/IMG_2192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527293079331110018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also found this bamboo shelf/rack thing at a flea market....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Originally&lt;/span&gt; $4.00, I scored it for $2.00!  I am sure when it was brand new it was probably only $10.00, but I thought it would have some purpose in her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTabfM6ujI/AAAAAAAABWs/9HJAJAIBD0o/s1600/IMG_2167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTabfM6ujI/AAAAAAAABWs/9HJAJAIBD0o/s400/IMG_2167.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527282808457443890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTi92829qI/AAAAAAAABYc/xRaaZFJkATY/s1600/IMG_2186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTi92829qI/AAAAAAAABYc/xRaaZFJkATY/s400/IMG_2186.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527292195041113762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That shelf is also where I can store her extra clothes pins for her future masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYl_1Oq2I/AAAAAAAABWk/iDyOLcaW59A/s1600/IMG_2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYl_1Oq2I/AAAAAAAABWk/iDyOLcaW59A/s400/IMG_2165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527280789991893858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also FINALLY changed out the hardware on her bedroom furniture.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Originally&lt;/span&gt; there were wooden knobs painted the same off-white that her set is, but after the 3rd knob broke I decided it was time to find something else that looked nice.  Well it's been months, but I finally found these plastic (made to took like glass) knobs for $4.00.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I can finally open her pants drawer without a struggle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTacsK-U_I/AAAAAAAABXM/E4HX0kmrsto/s1600/IMG_2198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTacsK-U_I/AAAAAAAABXM/E4HX0kmrsto/s400/IMG_2198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527282829118821362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTabxKg5mI/AAAAAAAABW8/ndKh66gZZMY/s1600/IMG_2179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTabxKg5mI/AAAAAAAABW8/ndKh66gZZMY/s400/IMG_2179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527282813279200866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the last little update was with a $2.00 wreath from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Granted it was just a round thing of woven twigs, but I added some flowers I already had and then hung it over her bed.  It works there and Isabelle loves it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all,the perfect little ladies bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTb3PDgafI/AAAAAAAABXU/FjbOBtBD-Nw/s1600/IMG_2201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTb3PDgafI/AAAAAAAABXU/FjbOBtBD-Nw/s400/IMG_2201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527284384670968306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTi62WuugI/AAAAAAAABX8/CGWF9ZiUE-A/s1600/IMG_2176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTi62WuugI/AAAAAAAABX8/CGWF9ZiUE-A/s400/IMG_2176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527292143341582850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTi8WSCcnI/AAAAAAAABYM/poAf0hQ5cj0/s1600/IMG_2184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTi8WSCcnI/AAAAAAAABYM/poAf0hQ5cj0/s400/IMG_2184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527292169091707506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTi9EkOhxI/AAAAAAAABYU/OaqQeF7D2rs/s1600/IMG_2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTi9EkOhxI/AAAAAAAABYU/OaqQeF7D2rs/s400/IMG_2185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527292181516027666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7628910407396153315?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7628910407396153315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-updates-to-isabelles-room.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7628910407396153315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7628910407396153315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/simple-updates-to-isabelles-room.html' title='Simple Updates to Isabelle&apos;s room'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLTYkJssj9I/AAAAAAAABWE/gj1Mot7JXvU/s72-c/IMG_2159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-6357414069397378148</id><published>2010-10-11T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:46:27.547-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My Grandma is in my Home.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I was little, I was very close to my moms mom, Grandma Peggy.  She would sing to me, take me garage sailing with her and she always supported every dream I ever had, even if it was not a realistic one.  I wanted to be a professional baton twirler, she got me my first baton even though I had no clue how to twirl one.  She watched me practice until I got it right.  Then I wanted to be a professional roller skater, Grandma Peggy got me my very first pair of roller skates.  They had Garfield on them, which I thought was super cool because I attended James A Garfield Elementary School.  To me the odd similarity  meant something, I am sure my grandma just thought they were cute and since it was my new career of choice, I needed to be prepared.  Garfield skates would get me there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Being that I was born on Christmas, I never got to have a birthday party with school friends.  My grandma always made sure my day was just as special, if not more, then the holiday I shared it with.  I always had a birthday cake that she made for me, birthday presents and a family surrounding me with birthday wishes, hugs and kisses.  I even remember my grandma letting me put my finger in the icing only to get a big scoop of it in my mouth.  Uncle Terry II was not impressed and proceeded to taddle on me.  My grandma's response, it's her cake, it's her day, she may lick the frosting all she wants.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to spend many summers at her house getting picked on by my Aunts and Uncles.  They were actually not much older than myself.   They were more like older siblings, or maybe cousins, I knew my place with them.  Uncle Adam was my protector, Aunt Becky was my idol, Uncle Bret minded his own business and Uncle Terry gave me hell.  The y all loved me.  Those were the best summers of my life and still fond memories to this very day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My grandma passed when I was 8.  I miss her more now as an adult than I did then.  Sometimes I wish I could seek her advice or just go do some garage sailing like we used to.  I swear it is because of her that I have a love and appreciation for second hand things.  She always looked beyond the scratches, tares or dirt.   Just a little elbow grease is all anything needed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She used to make up songs for me, one of which I remember well.  I wish I could write it, but it is not English, or even words of any kind for that matter.  But she would sing it to me all the time and I still till this day sing it to myself . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to my moms this passed weekend and she let me borrow some pictures of my grandma so I could make copies to put in my house.  I have waited 3 years and I am so happy her memory is here with me.   I can see her anytime I want to now and she is always smiling.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome to my home, Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLFcjza1I/AAAAAAAABU8/unKkdC5vDHY/s1600/IMG_2153.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLFcjza1I/AAAAAAAABU8/unKkdC5vDHY/s400/IMG_2153.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526843724651522898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma again, this time a little older.  She was with her little sister, my great Aunt Faith.  They were obviously going swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLGRZkciI/AAAAAAAABVE/QOkkIS0cRzA/s1600/IMG_2148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLGRZkciI/AAAAAAAABVE/QOkkIS0cRzA/s400/IMG_2148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526843738835677730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Peggy in high school.  I know it is hard to see, but she is the second one from the far right, middle row.  She has her left hip upward and her hands meet below her waist.  My mom says she was "before her time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLHAUaUsI/AAAAAAAABVM/bG0EIoTzNDQ/s1600/IMG_2140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLHAUaUsI/AAAAAAAABVM/bG0EIoTzNDQ/s400/IMG_2140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526843751430509250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And because I couldn't stop with just pictures of my grandma, here is my mom and I.  I was getting baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLH4hxMNI/AAAAAAAABVU/2oHoNQw60cg/s1600/IMG_2138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLH4hxMNI/AAAAAAAABVU/2oHoNQw60cg/s400/IMG_2138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526843766518919378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom and I again on my first birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLJPGd0FI/AAAAAAAABVc/o1EKxhzQ_ss/s1600/IMG_2149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLJPGd0FI/AAAAAAAABVc/o1EKxhzQ_ss/s400/IMG_2149.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526843789758287954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack on the left at one year, me on the right at one year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNPW-olCnI/AAAAAAAABVk/cgllnKa-Y-o/s1600/IMG_2150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNPW-olCnI/AAAAAAAABVk/cgllnKa-Y-o/s400/IMG_2150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526848423902644850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is my dads parents, my dad is the oldest child in the middle leaning on my grandma, Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNPXUbThFI/AAAAAAAABVs/tWj30z2NMSQ/s1600/IMG_2155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNPXUbThFI/AAAAAAAABVs/tWj30z2NMSQ/s400/IMG_2155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526848429752550482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNPX_jDd8I/AAAAAAAABV0/ThFhibQEtWg/s1600/IMG_2158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNPX_jDd8I/AAAAAAAABV0/ThFhibQEtWg/s400/IMG_2158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526848441327777730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNPYF0dfBI/AAAAAAAABV8/m95DzL2FwQ0/s1600/IMG_2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNPYF0dfBI/AAAAAAAABV8/m95DzL2FwQ0/s400/IMG_2157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526848443011398674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-6357414069397378148?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6357414069397378148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-grandma-is-in-my-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/6357414069397378148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/6357414069397378148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-grandma-is-in-my-home.html' title='My Grandma is in my Home.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TLNLFcjza1I/AAAAAAAABU8/unKkdC5vDHY/s72-c/IMG_2153.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-8006183636712172355</id><published>2010-10-07T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:04:16.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a Month Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 more to go.  In some ways this month flew by, in other ways I feel like he has been gone for 3 already.  I can't believe it has only been a month.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls and I have kept pretty busy-ish.  Last weekend was my brother is laws wedding, my husband was suppose to be the best man, but was unable to change his leave dates so he had to miss it.  He did manage to mail me a speech which his cousin read in his place.  It was lovely.  Isabelle was her usual charmer, she was the flower girl and did a fabulous job, no fear that Isabelle of mine...Totally her fathers daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was in the wedding party as well, paired with the brides brother, he was quite  the entertainer.  Me and my introverted tendencies were not ready for him.  He convinced me to make our grand entrance at the reception doing the dosey doe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have now received 16 letters from Jack, he is doing extremely well.  Only one more month until he is done with Basic Training, then it is off to his Tech training for 6 months.  The tech training is long, but we will have much better contact once he is there.  Right now we strictly talk by letters and if we are lucky I get the occasional phone call weekly.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am itching for a project!!! Really I should not be looking just yet, I have enough on my plate with Isabelle turning 4 this month and me planning the birthday bash.  Plus we have numerous activities planned, pumpkin picking, visiting the apple orchard, hay rides through the corn field, Boo at the Zoo, and of course Halloween.  All the fall festives we love.  Perhaps my project plans will have to wait until November.  I am still looking for a new old piece of furniture to fix up for our TV....Still pondering what I want exactly.  Or maybe I will just stumble across something and it be "the one".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All in all, my girls are happy, my husband is doing well and life is good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-8006183636712172355?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8006183636712172355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/over-month-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8006183636712172355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8006183636712172355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/over-month-down.html' title='Over a Month Down'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1610428299237579010</id><published>2010-09-17T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:18:21.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Finds'/><title type='text'>A shower catty....For my kitchen.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Storage in my kitchen is a little sparse.  Even with our kitchen remodel we did last year, we are still slightly lacking in some of the amenities that a larger kitchen would bring, more storage and more storage options.  That being said, whenever I find something that I think may work for storing any of my kitchen necessities, I grab it even if it may not be intended for that particular space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My most recent purchase, a shower catty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJOHyckKplI/AAAAAAAABUk/yDWG3ujkoTg/s1600/IMG_1797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJOHyckKplI/AAAAAAAABUk/yDWG3ujkoTg/s400/IMG_1797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517903269190084178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJOHy2mthRI/AAAAAAAABUs/UnjAEecrro0/s1600/IMG_1796.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJOHy2mthRI/AAAAAAAABUs/UnjAEecrro0/s400/IMG_1796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517903276180079890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJOHzaE8g3I/AAAAAAAABU0/fxHgzBsTdDg/s1600/IMG_1795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJOHzaE8g3I/AAAAAAAABU0/fxHgzBsTdDg/s400/IMG_1795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517903285702132594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It works well with the space.  I like that my measuring spoons are there, rather then scattered in a drawer.  And it's the perfect spot for some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; cookbooks.  I also like that I can a hang a towel from it as well for easy drying after using the sink.  All in all, great $7.00 spent!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-1610428299237579010?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1610428299237579010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/shower-cattyfor-my-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1610428299237579010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1610428299237579010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/shower-cattyfor-my-kitchen.html' title='A shower catty....For my kitchen.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJOHyckKplI/AAAAAAAABUk/yDWG3ujkoTg/s72-c/IMG_1797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1080815434846883049</id><published>2010-09-15T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:33:05.961-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was an emotional day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My almost 4 year old started preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I swear I just brought home that little bundle of love from the hospital last week.  She was learning how to say mama, only 3 days ago and took her first steps yesterday.  I find myself tucking her in at night, kissing her cheek and whispering in her ear to slow down, she is growing too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My emotions were mix of shock at how this day came so soon and sadness that Jack was not here to share in it.   In our family, even the little milestones are a thing of celebration, basically, any reason to get together, we do.  And my husband and I have always celebrated our daughters achievements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;I took lots of pictures for him and once the day came&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; to an end, I went straight to the store to have them developed so I could send them in today's letter.  I wanted enough to make a flip book, anything to make him feel a part of her special day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank goodness for my mama, who came out to wish Isabelle a wonderful first day, and lend a buddy to walk out of the preschool with, in tears as our girl eagerly waved us on, totally cool, calm, but excited.  That's my Belle, she is everything that is exciting, fun, new, social, and ready for anything, even the unknown.  Nothing like her mother who still till this day can be rather bashful and socially awkward around people I do not know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so proud of my girl.  She is such a little person with big personality.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is some of her big&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ready to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdRvvd5kI/AAAAAAAABS0/AuYims0VJCM/s1600/IMG_1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdRvvd5kI/AAAAAAAABS0/AuYims0VJCM/s400/IMG_1718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517152840471930434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YAY"  She was totally excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdSNCKYyI/AAAAAAAABS8/nao5eVfCe5c/s1600/IMG_1724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdSNCKYyI/AAAAAAAABS8/nao5eVfCe5c/s400/IMG_1724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517152848334971682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing off her book bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdSjxotgI/AAAAAAAABTE/QJ6rRnxSxi4/s1600/IMG_1742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdSjxotgI/AAAAAAAABTE/QJ6rRnxSxi4/s400/IMG_1742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517152854439671298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDd_PYMquI/AAAAAAAABTc/m3qx79rPR50/s1600/IMG_1765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDd_PYMquI/AAAAAAAABTc/m3qx79rPR50/s400/IMG_1765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517153622058380002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at the school with the sun in our eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdS0s3_zI/AAAAAAAABTM/AfPRVRFxPk8/s1600/IMG_1769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdS0s3_zI/AAAAAAAABTM/AfPRVRFxPk8/s400/IMG_1769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517152858983104306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last pic before I had to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDd_cI9q6I/AAAAAAAABTk/dOdNny9BN-4/s1600/IMG_1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDd_cI9q6I/AAAAAAAABTk/dOdNny9BN-4/s400/IMG_1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517153625484143522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy to see her big smiling face once I picked her up.  She had a great first day and is eager to head back there today.  I'm so proud of my big girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-1080815434846883049?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1080815434846883049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterday-was-emotional-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1080815434846883049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1080815434846883049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/yesterday-was-emotional-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TJDdRvvd5kI/AAAAAAAABS0/AuYims0VJCM/s72-c/IMG_1718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4443404402573767762</id><published>2010-09-13T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:10:44.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>An Ode to 1 is now an Ode to 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the many thing I love about our home is all the pictures I have of our loved ones, especially all the photos I have of Isabelle.   Our home has looked like an ode to Belle for the last three years.  Her presence appears is most of pictures with the exception of our wedding photos and some of the older ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to say that our home now has a new member to our gallery of loved ones, due to me finally getting pictures developed of Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel like with these photos, my home actually looks more complete.  Seeing both our girls up on the walls and in frames on tables throughout our home, is such a pleasure.  Besides, it is the people I love most that make our house a home, great memories come from capturing their character in one quick click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7Uahc8pYI/AAAAAAAABSU/rygg0Z7d63U/s1600/IMG_1685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7Uahc8pYI/AAAAAAAABSU/rygg0Z7d63U/s400/IMG_1685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516580145696908674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Close up of that cute little 1 week old face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7UcM7k2CI/AAAAAAAABSk/Ae1XhKR8TL0/s1600/IMG_1687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7UcM7k2CI/AAAAAAAABSk/Ae1XhKR8TL0/s400/IMG_1687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516580174547965986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isabelle loving her baby sister, Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7SjEsitvI/AAAAAAAABRM/82tKlJCgh_g/s1600/IMG_1690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7SjEsitvI/AAAAAAAABRM/82tKlJCgh_g/s400/IMG_1690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516578093573256946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to show a close up if that precious kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7Ucua-1hI/AAAAAAAABSs/Hv_Z4fmNCzU/s1600/IMG_1688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7Ucua-1hI/AAAAAAAABSs/Hv_Z4fmNCzU/s400/IMG_1688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516580183538062866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Claire, again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7TZNck_8I/AAAAAAAABR8/_2JtqqmQqdQ/s1600/IMG_1696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7TZNck_8I/AAAAAAAABR8/_2JtqqmQqdQ/s400/IMG_1696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516579023635152834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7SlRwM2hI/AAAAAAAABRs/GqcZCkxAOD8/s1600/IMG_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7SlRwM2hI/AAAAAAAABRs/GqcZCkxAOD8/s400/IMG_1695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516578131438000658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire sleeping so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7SjtagELI/AAAAAAAABRU/il1RKIoSQ0Y/s1600/IMG_1691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7SjtagELI/AAAAAAAABRU/il1RKIoSQ0Y/s400/IMG_1691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516578104503439538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feels like yesterday:  Isabelle and I.  She was only a few weeks old.  Can't believe she will be 4 this October and starting preschool tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7TaBehCpI/AAAAAAAABSM/OQCriXxbUaw/s1600/IMG_1698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7TaBehCpI/AAAAAAAABSM/OQCriXxbUaw/s400/IMG_1698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516579037601925778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now nearly 4 years later, a similar photo of me with our newest arrival, Claire.  Just like her sister, in this photo, Claire is only a few weeks old.  I can hardly believe she is already a month old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7TZvqFMpI/AAAAAAAABSE/51w8EXF6yEQ/s1600/IMG_1697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7TZvqFMpI/AAAAAAAABSE/51w8EXF6yEQ/s400/IMG_1697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516579032818594450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to document more precious moments with my girls as the next few months pass and then through the years.  I don't think there is anything better to display.   I am certainly one blessed mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7Sk-u3_oI/AAAAAAAABRk/XrJxDPa09fU/s1600/IMG_1693.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4443404402573767762?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4443404402573767762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/ode-to-1-is-now-ode-to-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4443404402573767762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4443404402573767762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/ode-to-1-is-now-ode-to-2.html' title='An Ode to 1 is now an Ode to 2'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TI7Uahc8pYI/AAAAAAAABSU/rygg0Z7d63U/s72-c/IMG_1685.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4351923591445333518</id><published>2010-09-12T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T07:23:41.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Busy Wish List</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I am doing all I can to make this a fun 8 months and trying to keep busy, I am making a wish list of all the projects I hope to do while Jack is away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finish linen closet, organize it with bins for storage and labels for what goes where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find a fabulous piece of furniture to refinish to store our TV on or in, depending on what I get.  We currently have a cheap, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wood stand that really cramps my style and does not go with our living room.  I want something nice that brings in a lot of character.  Since I love to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;re-salvage&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;re-purpose&lt;/span&gt;, I am hoping to find a diamond in the rough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finish Nursery.  It still lacks in wall decor and furnishings.  I would love a bookshelf maybe to wall mount of perhaps one that stands alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Find or build a bench to go at the end of Isabelle's bed, then make a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;custom&lt;/span&gt; cushion and pillows to set on it.  I recently got my new (new two years ago, I just never set it up till recently) sewing machine up and running, I can't believe I have been sewing everything by hand for the last few years.  Now I am ready to make throw pillows, window treatments, all things that I can make on my own, I am game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fabric to make drapes for both girls rooms.  Since both girls have blinds in the window frame, I would prefer a thin fabric, almost like a sheer.  I'm on the hunt.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make progress on downstairs playroom, but that may not happen until Jack comes home.  I don't want to bite off more than I can chew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure I will tweak this list and add to it, but for now, this is my to do wish list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4351923591445333518?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4351923591445333518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/keeping-busy-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4351923591445333518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4351923591445333518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/keeping-busy-wish-list.html' title='Keeping Busy Wish List'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3119031918729799472</id><published>2010-09-11T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T13:00:20.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>And Then There Were Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's official, Jack has left for Basic Training.  Saying see ya later to him at the airport was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, all I could think about was how I will only see him a handful of times in the next 8 months.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls and I have tried to remain as busy as possible.  I have kept myself busy with, well, a newborn and a toddler!  I can't believe Claire turned a month old yesterday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I have moments to myself I fill them with household projects.  I recently made new drapes for the living room with fabric I ordered from Tonic Living in Canada....I must admit I love them.  It took me three years to finally commit to a fabric I liked and I could not be happier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvYloWn6I/AAAAAAAABQM/yhpcpHW-SWI/s1600/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvYloWn6I/AAAAAAAABQM/yhpcpHW-SWI/s400/IMG_1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515695005598392226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvZkkykHI/AAAAAAAABQU/Wqrl8At0aiw/s1600/IMG_1647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvZkkykHI/AAAAAAAABQU/Wqrl8At0aiw/s400/IMG_1647.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515695022494879858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvaUyewMI/AAAAAAAABQc/3tpgYPJykfo/s1600/IMG_1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvaUyewMI/AAAAAAAABQc/3tpgYPJykfo/s400/IMG_1649.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515695035437203650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have also reclaimed my linen closet as just that, a linen closet! It use to house all of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt;, however, I have become annoyed with not having a proper place to store our towels and sheets and what not.  And that closet was intended for linens, I have moved all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; to binders that I have organized by genre and placed their cases safely in durable bins for storage in our basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvbsLkhTI/AAAAAAAABQk/zX-yHRCtS-A/s1600/IMG_1651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvbsLkhTI/AAAAAAAABQk/zX-yHRCtS-A/s400/IMG_1651.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515695058896323890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvcApuv-I/AAAAAAAABQs/TiG3AEghFbo/s1600/IMG_1652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvcApuv-I/AAAAAAAABQs/TiG3AEghFbo/s400/IMG_1652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515695064391532514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really like this new system.  I have never had any desire to display our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; hence them being in a closet to begin with.  This takes up very little space, and also provides easy access to all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DVD's&lt;/span&gt; in the room we watch them most.  Much more convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As for the linen closet, I can't wait to tackle it. My stepfather recently put in all new wood shelving for me which I plan to paint white.  For the closet walls I was thinking about a very pale blue, but that is just an idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuwL4HaMmI/AAAAAAAABQ0/VzR8aSG-J1s/s1600/IMG_1473.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuwL4HaMmI/AAAAAAAABQ0/VzR8aSG-J1s/s400/IMG_1473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515695886733816418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here's to keeping busy and hopefully making the next 8 months move as fast as possible!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3119031918729799472?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3119031918729799472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-then-there-were-three.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3119031918729799472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3119031918729799472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/and-then-there-were-three.html' title='And Then There Were Three'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TIuvYloWn6I/AAAAAAAABQM/yhpcpHW-SWI/s72-c/IMG_1646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1793690555130183152</id><published>2010-08-24T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T09:07:38.622-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Welcome Claire</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Welcome Claire. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire is a gift from the heavens.  She truly is such a sweet baby and the perfect addition to our family.  We are so blessed.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/THPpPyIMxaI/AAAAAAAABPg/V6ZAVda99Ak/s400/IMG_1360.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509003226567722402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Born 8/9/10 at 12:14 pm 6 lbs. 15 oz 19.5 in. long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/THPpRTWqHOI/AAAAAAAABPw/fncSOVdVRWo/s400/IMG_1524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509003252666604770" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/THPpR8zHDGI/AAAAAAAABP4/travppVbI5Y/s1600/IMG_1526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/THPpR8zHDGI/AAAAAAAABP4/travppVbI5Y/s400/IMG_1526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509003263791795298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" border="0" class="gl_align_center" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/THPpQuBX43I/AAAAAAAABPo/Ktz1U_k0ZhI/s400/IMG_1514.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509003242645218162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire and I had an instant connection, she took her first breath and then went straight to the breast for nearly two hours.  My labor was less then 3 and half hours long and went very smooth, it was truly a wonderfully pleasant experience.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle is overjoyed at the arrival of her baby sister, she has been my best helper and Claire's protector, always checking on her little sister to make sure she is free from any harm.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now we are all learning the ropes of our new family of four.  Not to mention spending as much time as we can together before Jack's upcoming 8 month leave.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our family feels complete right now, and I could not ask for more.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-1793690555130183152?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1793690555130183152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-claire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1793690555130183152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1793690555130183152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-claire.html' title='Welcome Claire'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/THPpPyIMxaI/AAAAAAAABPg/V6ZAVda99Ak/s72-c/IMG_1360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2943609971252820037</id><published>2010-08-04T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:46:53.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Seeking Sleep</title><content type='html'>It is late, my house is quiet.   Isabelle is sound asleep and Jack has just drifted into her path.  All I can hear is the hum of my fan and my fingers grazing each key, I can't sleep.  This has become quite a routine, I have maybe been getting about 3 hours of sleep per night for weeks now.  The lack of sleep has been due to the fact that I am 9 months pregnant and discomfort seems to peak after midnight which usually leaves me laying awake for hours trying to will myself to rest.  Unlike the first pregnancy, with this one, I must get up in the morning and be ready to face the day, I have a toddler to care for, napping is a luxury I can ill afford.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight my lack of sleep is not because of discomfort, nor is it that I am just not tired, because I am.  I am completely exhausted, so much that I can not remember the last time that my own thoughts were this scattered and hazy.  But here I am, awake, sad, scared, anxious, and unsure.   I laid down tonight ready to be swept into a sweet dose of REM, when all of a sudden my mind started to do it's &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt;.  It does this &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; every so often and I hate it.  I hate it most because I cannot shut it off or pull a Scarlet O'Hara and say "I'll think about that tomorrow" because that never works.  This&lt;i&gt; thing&lt;/i&gt; is my mind, and its random ability to just start turning like the gears of a watch.  It leaves me awake stressing over things I can not control or change, things that in the present state there is absolutely nothing I can do about it, but yet I still lay there and think. think. think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am thinking about Jack's leave.  I was so confident in the recent weeks, ready for an adventure, uncertain about the change is possessed, but basking in the unknown, and maybe even a little excited of my fears.  It was a change I thought I was ready for, after all, it was a goal Jack was getting to achieve, regardless of the compromise's he would have to face.  Eight months with out his wife by his side, 8 months of no play dates with his daddy's girl, only a few short weeks with his newest arrival.  He knew the stakes but accepted them with grace and courage.  How could I not be happy for him and draw piece of mind for myself from that?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I sit here and think about all my fears, being lonely, worrying about Jack's safety, will he truly be happy, will it be what he expected, does he know how loved and missed he will be, am I going to have the patience to be a good mama, I will be out numbered, I am this exhausted with no baby, how will I manage once she is here and he has left?  The questions go on and on.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here I am, as if its all becoming too real for me now.  There is no going back, he is leaving in a month, I will be home with a 3 and a half year old and an infant,...SOLO.  I already count down the minutes to Jack's return from work in the evenings, "Hooray!  An adult to talk too!"  How do I shift gears and accept that my nightly routine countdown will have to be changed to a single phone call per week?     And why is all of this just hitting me now?  It's like cold feet before your wedding.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need sleep to find me, if not to give my mind a break, to at least give me strength for tomorrow.  Maybe by then, these fears will not be what they seem, after all, darkness naturally possesses a stream of irrational fears, not that mine are necessarily irrational, however, there is a slight chance that they are heightened.  Only dawn and time will tell.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2943609971252820037?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2943609971252820037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-late-my-house-is-quiet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2943609971252820037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2943609971252820037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-late-my-house-is-quiet.html' title='Seeking Sleep'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4514743063871424380</id><published>2010-08-02T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T08:58:48.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Summer Lovin Had Me a Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our summer has been full of fun, we have been making the most of each day we can.  Jack has been especially busy, when he is not prepping the house and getting the things done that he needs to before he leaves, he is very busy soaking up as much time as he can with Isabelle.  Between numerous trips to the zoo, visits to grandmas for some pool fun, walks to the park, and the occasional birthday party thrown into the mix, Isabelle has had quite an eventful summer and oodles of quality time with her papa.  And while Isabelle tends to handle most things with grace, I fear her dad leaving for a while will hit her hard.   They have always had a special relationship, one that I can not replicate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is just a handful of our summer highlights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the Zoo in Tennessee.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbjhAX2K9I/AAAAAAAABOI/HujVXiNEWj0/s400/IMG_1007.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500834151054846930" /&gt;Enjoying the Fireworks on the 4th of July&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbjhxrno0I/AAAAAAAABOY/0NvI5PkwvW4/s400/IMG_1190.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500834164291117890" /&gt;She was a little excited when the fireworks were loud.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbjhqMAekI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Kkc8rV6Pwzo/s400/IMG_1207.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500834162279479874" /&gt;Showing me some lovins, I almost got a shirt full of popcorn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbjinyuOOI/AAAAAAAABOg/w3NTBhPgf9A/s400/IMG_1202.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500834178816424162" /&gt;Swimming with Daddy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbjjBOd0CI/AAAAAAAABOo/9uh310o4W_A/s400/IMG_1158.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500834185643675682" /&gt;Who needs Flipper?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbkz8dl-II/AAAAAAAABOw/Cu649cOv-fY/s400/IMG_1171.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500835575934351490" /&gt;So proud her backpack, can't wait for Preschool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbk0eRthhI/AAAAAAAABO4/13ofqhQIyGw/s400/IMG_1270.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 363px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500835585011320338" /&gt;Being silly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbk08Qg30I/AAAAAAAABPA/danPeSC1qO0/s400/IMG_1265.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500835593059360578" /&gt;Dress up!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbk1dNkTsI/AAAAAAAABPI/IB06ZoiZnwk/s400/IMG_1272.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500835601905372866" /&gt;Such a little lady.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbk13aTdII/AAAAAAAABPQ/YkXaPIsBYXU/s400/IMG_1276.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500835608938116226" /&gt;And a fun day at Build A Bear for Serenity's 4th Birthday Bash!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFblZ_9tXQI/AAAAAAAABPY/3UNtvIRhTNU/s400/build+a+bear.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500836229709389058" /&gt;Life is busy busy busy these days, and I am expecting it to only get more exciting once the new baby gets thrown into the mix.  Stick with me, this will be an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4514743063871424380?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4514743063871424380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-lovin-had-me-blast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4514743063871424380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4514743063871424380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-lovin-had-me-blast.html' title='Summer Lovin Had Me a Blast'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TFbjhAX2K9I/AAAAAAAABOI/HujVXiNEWj0/s72-c/IMG_1007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2913749510488607118</id><published>2010-08-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T12:19:08.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Just The Three of Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been away for a while, I know.   But there are big changes happening over here that are in addition to my almost ready to arrive, baby.  At this point her arrival can be any day now.   So while we have been getting things ready for new baby, getting Isabelle ready to start her first year of preschool, we also have more big changes coming about.  My husband has had a dream of joining the Air National Guard for a very long time now.  His mother is a Colonel in the ANG, and she too has hoped that he would follow in her footsteps.  I however, have been the one person holding him back because the idea of him leaving terrified me.   It was about a year ago that I finally gave him my blessing, and it was with in days of that blessing that he got right in contact with a recruiter.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As it also turns out, once he tested in, I found out I was expecting, as we had been trying and I did not want to stop just so he could join the ANG.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the big change as I had mentioned earlier is about to take place here very shortly.  My husband will have maybe 3 weeks with our expected arrival, before he will be leaving for basic training and tech school for 8 months starting the beginning of Sept.   We have also decided that for the duration of his leave, I will be staying at home full time.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will admit, while I will miss him greatly, but I look forward to the adventure that lies ahead.   I know of many women who stay at home with their children while their husbands are away, and I know if they can do it, so can I.   Although I do think I will be lonely from time to time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I once again apologize for my absence.  I have just been taking in as much time as possible with the fella I love most before he leaves and accomplishes one of his many dreams.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2913749510488607118?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2913749510488607118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-three-of-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2913749510488607118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2913749510488607118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-three-of-us.html' title='Just The Three of Us'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-5035457707043609110</id><published>2010-07-10T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:42:34.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budget Beauties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Before and After'/><title type='text'>From Cheap to Shabby Chic : Side Stand Make-Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the nursery I wanted to create a little corner just for me and the new baby to rock, cuddle, eye gaze, and bond.   A cozy spot for me to sit and enjoy the feeling of holding something so delicate and precious and teeny tiny...We moms all know it doesn't last long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that little corner I knew I wanted a rocker and a stand for a lamp and perhaps a story book or two.  The rocker I had, it was the one I used for Isabelle, she and I too shared many hours simply eye gazing and memorizing each others features in that very chair.  Now all I needed was a stand, not necessarily a night stand, I feared that would be to wide for the space I was working with, I should add that it is a small corner.  I was wanting something tall, but not wide, just enough surface area to house a lamp and any other must need items at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First place I looked was my basement.   Sometimes I find the things I need I already have, they may just need some tweaking and an imagination to fit the bill.  Lucky for me, this was just the case.  I had this cheap (as in I paid $10.00 for it) metal plant stand I had purchased a few years back.  Of course I killed that plant, or rather it fell off said stand to an unfortunate death.   Anyhow, the stand itself I never liked, it looked as cheap as it came, but it did it's job, it housed a plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took me a few seconds to construct an idea of exactly what I wanted the stand to look like and how I was going to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I wanted to make a skirt for it....A skirt for a table? You betcha.  I wanted it to look whimsy and girlie.  A skirt would hide it's cheap metal legs and tarnished surface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I found the fabric in the form of an on sale drape, originally 29.99, marked down to 11.99 for one panel 84' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;length&lt;/span&gt; 54' width.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided the 84' length would work to wrap around the table and create that fabric bunching I was desiring, not to mention, this will leave plenty of length to use  for a bigger/wider table if I so choose one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZKzxtQ_I/AAAAAAAABMw/kmhoCWMl684/s1600/IMG_1233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZKzxtQ_I/AAAAAAAABMw/kmhoCWMl684/s400/IMG_1233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492448894043112434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 54' width was too wide to use for the length, I didn't want an over the top puddle of fabric on the floor, so I cut it to the length of the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZLajZXcI/AAAAAAAABM4/qDj6FDy9iq0/s1600/IMG_1238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZLajZXcI/AAAAAAAABM4/qDj6FDy9iq0/s400/IMG_1238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492448904452070850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next was creating the upper hem, this would be what I would thread the twine ( it was either that or ribbon) through to make it a skirt with an adjustable opening.  I double folded it to hide the imperfections of my cutting job, and give even the inside a nice clean line.  Once the pins were in, I ironed the fold to keep it crisp for the long job of hand sewing I had ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZL2fwZMI/AAAAAAAABNA/pyVFnBKjDr0/s1600/IMG_1240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZL2fwZMI/AAAAAAAABNA/pyVFnBKjDr0/s400/IMG_1240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492448911952995522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Upper hem in all it's glory....2 hours and 5 finger pricks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZMaT2BZI/AAAAAAAABNI/QmRjUWsLkEU/s1600/IMG_1242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZMaT2BZI/AAAAAAAABNI/QmRjUWsLkEU/s400/IMG_1242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492448921566709138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the table top I used a .99 place-mat.  I loved the texture it brought, and I had it lying around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiOkqCpUI/AAAAAAAABNY/1uVbGTlRD-k/s1600/IMG_1234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiOkqCpUI/AAAAAAAABNY/1uVbGTlRD-k/s400/IMG_1234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492458854308554050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next it was simply tying the skirt around the stand.  I had thought briefly about sewing the place-mat to the skirt, but again, felt that was too permanent.  Plus, the skirt rests nicely around that place-mat, no sewing needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiOxKObtI/AAAAAAAABNg/T_Clr8dx_Vw/s1600/IMG_1247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiOxKObtI/AAAAAAAABNg/T_Clr8dx_Vw/s400/IMG_1247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492458857664769746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry so blurry, but I wanted to show where it ties in the back.  Notice the twine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkj4qdC28I/AAAAAAAABOA/dwLw3jTac_M/s1600/twine+detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkj4qdC28I/AAAAAAAABOA/dwLw3jTac_M/s400/twine+detail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492460676930788290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Top View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiPdeYZJI/AAAAAAAABNo/gLLCRc1jWgg/s1600/IMG_1251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiPdeYZJI/AAAAAAAABNo/gLLCRc1jWgg/s400/IMG_1251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492458869560468626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing the length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiP3aCMuI/AAAAAAAABNw/wsSKLtDEC3A/s1600/IMG_1252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiP3aCMuI/AAAAAAAABNw/wsSKLtDEC3A/s400/IMG_1252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492458876521558754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiQSmIw3I/AAAAAAAABN4/V7wm3ZgoY4E/s1600/IMG_1259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkiQSmIw3I/AAAAAAAABN4/V7wm3ZgoY4E/s400/IMG_1259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492458883820077938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-5035457707043609110?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5035457707043609110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-cheap-to-chabby-chic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5035457707043609110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5035457707043609110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/from-cheap-to-chabby-chic.html' title='From Cheap to Shabby Chic : Side Stand Make-Over'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDkZKzxtQ_I/AAAAAAAABMw/kmhoCWMl684/s72-c/IMG_1233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-587683334305457840</id><published>2010-07-08T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T18:44:31.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Budget Beauties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Before and After'/><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Hutch is officially moved in and it looks great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;before&lt;/span&gt; shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7khEi-aI/AAAAAAAABMA/SHcZpatgkvU/s1600/IMG_1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7khEi-aI/AAAAAAAABMA/SHcZpatgkvU/s400/IMG_1081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491712662907845026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:  Note to all those who are anti painting hardwood, look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7lPF62MI/AAAAAAAABMI/PZeAZVopaiY/s1600/IMG_1227.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7lPF62MI/AAAAAAAABMI/PZeAZVopaiY/s400/IMG_1227.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491712675261634754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the $3.00 vintage art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7mJcfWvI/AAAAAAAABMY/XF8Knscq1Ag/s1600/IMG_1228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7mJcfWvI/AAAAAAAABMY/XF8Knscq1Ag/s400/IMG_1228.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491712690925558514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7ln6uRkI/AAAAAAAABMQ/z2O28BXj324/s1600/IMG_1212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7ln6uRkI/AAAAAAAABMQ/z2O28BXj324/s400/IMG_1212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491712681925559874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even the carpet looks fabulous after it's face lift.  Special thank you to my husband for shampooing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ-7UgeEJI/AAAAAAAABMo/FzsLrqUvpQw/s1600/IMG_1216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ-7UgeEJI/AAAAAAAABMo/FzsLrqUvpQw/s400/IMG_1216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491716353207177362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7mgrEX3I/AAAAAAAABMg/69HQ76_P710/s1600/IMG_1222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7mgrEX3I/AAAAAAAABMg/69HQ76_P710/s400/IMG_1222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491712697160720242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is all about personalizing the space....In other words, shopping.  Can't wait to post pictures of the finished product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-587683334305457840?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/587683334305457840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/before-and-after.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/587683334305457840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/587683334305457840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TDZ7khEi-aI/AAAAAAAABMA/SHcZpatgkvU/s72-c/IMG_1081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-8538919565864790395</id><published>2010-07-08T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:20:48.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be light...And cool air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So lots has happened these last few weeks, while I am still sharing my body with a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bambino&lt;/span&gt;, I think my body temp is up an additional 10 degrees, which makes for a very uncomfortable summer.   Usually I can stand the heat, heck, I bask in it's humid air.  But this summer seems to feel like one of a kind.  First we have been hit with mood swinging weather.  Oh joy.  Two weeks ago we were hit with a brief, but damaging thunderstorm, leaving us without power for nearly 3 days.  We had to move the contents of our fridge to my in-laws, and also crash there because with no electric, that means no fans, which means no air circulation, which puts us into a hot and sticky situation, literally.  Then finally the Illuminating Company said let there be light, and we had fans again, along with a cold fridge, working microwave, and functional oven.   The following few days after the storm were bearable.  The house was comfortable, I was loving life, all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our current situation has put us back at my in-laws house for the evenings.  This may come as a shock to some, but we do not have central air in our house.  Usually I have always been able to tough out the summer heat, but the last few 95 degree days have been pretty unbearable, fans and all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me for not keeping up with all my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;, I have simply been out of the house.  It wasn't until last night that Jack finally got the the nursery carpet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;shampooed&lt;/span&gt;, it's not that we didn't have the free time to do it prior, we have had plenty it seems, we just simply didn't dare go into our house for fear of melting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is suppose to bring a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;slue&lt;/span&gt; of cooler days, which means Jack and myself will once again be working on all things nursery.   But just to keep you in the know, I did purchase some dare I say adorable vintage art for one of the walls, and at $3.00 for the pair, I am pleased and so is my wallet.  I am also working on another project for just over the crib, cant wait to share all the fun with you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-8538919565864790395?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8538919565864790395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-there-be-lightand-cool-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8538919565864790395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8538919565864790395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-there-be-lightand-cool-air.html' title='Let there be light...And cool air.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2611560271464440323</id><published>2010-06-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T05:15:03.911-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Projects'/><title type='text'>A Peek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A peek at my just about finished hutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TB9VOJN9M3I/AAAAAAAABL4/omKYzma5vyI/s1600/IMG_1142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TB9VOJN9M3I/AAAAAAAABL4/omKYzma5vyI/s400/IMG_1142.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485196572641538930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few simple things left to do and whew, I am exhausted.   Between doing my usual routine around the house, laundry, dusting, floor mopping, bathroom cleaning, toddler chasing, nursery progress, dog walking, and then devoting every window of time I have to the hutch for the nursery, has left me exhausted.  I'm sure the fact that I am currently 8 months pregnant and therefore sharing half my energy with the nutrient sucking, kicking machine that currently resides in my stomach may also have something to do with my lack of energy.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt; nesting faze!  I need this boost to get my butt into high gear! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's onto painting the nursery, setting up furniture and moving hutch upstairs, and then shopping for all the baby necessities.  I am an excellent shopper, completely devoted....no sweat there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2611560271464440323?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2611560271464440323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/peek.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2611560271464440323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2611560271464440323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/peek.html' title='A Peek'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TB9VOJN9M3I/AAAAAAAABL4/omKYzma5vyI/s72-c/IMG_1142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2493970410265327343</id><published>2010-06-17T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:35:22.344-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Projects'/><title type='text'>Nursery News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our crib has arrived!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowML1rcWI/AAAAAAAABLQ/NVrhvwx5Zjo/s1600/IMG_1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowML1rcWI/AAAAAAAABLQ/NVrhvwx5Zjo/s400/IMG_1130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483748482171498850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so it's not yet assembled, but once the room is painted, we plan to put it together right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to take out an end of the crib out to show some of detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowM5o8niI/AAAAAAAABLY/PHCA7sB7S00/s1600/IMG_1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowM5o8niI/AAAAAAAABLY/PHCA7sB7S00/s400/IMG_1136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483748494466129442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went with white because, well I love white.  And I like that the crib has bead board detail just like the changing table hutch that I purchased does.  Not to mention the curve at the top of each side, the hutch has a lot of those as well.  I do not expect them to look like a set, mismatch is sometimes half the charm.  But I do want to tie them together just a tad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking out hutch, ours is coming along well.  So far I have done a light sanding to all the drawers, hutch and base.  I also did a coat of primer and then sanded that as well.  I plan on sanding in between each coat of paint that is applied, that will help eliminate brush strokes as well as give it a smooth finish.   Now my only dilemma is trying to figure if I want to go with a white that is the same as crib, or perhaps a slight off white.   I'm a nut when it comes time to choosing a paint color, so indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here are some pics of the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowNSmOQZI/AAAAAAAABLg/thtIJpp1bLY/s1600/IMG_1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowNSmOQZI/AAAAAAAABLg/thtIJpp1bLY/s400/IMG_1111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483748501165588882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowNm4FIvI/AAAAAAAABLo/KIXw9emJDno/s1600/IMG_1112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowNm4FIvI/AAAAAAAABLo/KIXw9emJDno/s400/IMG_1112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483748506609197810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it is painting and then purchasing fun accessories.   And I love shopping, this will be easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2493970410265327343?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2493970410265327343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nursery-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2493970410265327343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2493970410265327343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nursery-news.html' title='Nursery News'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TBowML1rcWI/AAAAAAAABLQ/NVrhvwx5Zjo/s72-c/IMG_1130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3431108708490476807</id><published>2010-06-15T16:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:29:06.047-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entertainment'/><title type='text'>Recital Wand War.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabelle had her first dance recital last night.....And perhaps her last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My precious 3 year old, the youngest in her ballet class, started a wand war on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience went nuts, the laughter was deafening, Jack and I were cringing.  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It. Was. BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first say, that her ballet teacher never let the students actually practice with their wands, due to the fact that they were flimsy (the stick is a silver color straw, the star at the top was paper) and she had no extra wands in case of breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well forgive me, but telling a 3 year old for the duration of dance practice to simply imagine holding a wand and never letting the students actually practice with them, then throwing them on stage, handing them wands for the very first time and hoping it goes smoothly.  One can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An imaginary wand will not bump fellow wand holders, nor will it break another girls wand, it will also not bop another girl - Ahem- in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is a 3 year old suppose to know what exactly to expect and how far to distance herself from other wand carriers, unless she practices with her wand!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should have let her play with sticks?  Never mind the "You'll poke your eye out!" lesson.  At least had I let her play with sticks she would have perhaps had more success?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off so sweet.  All the little ladies came out in the their tutu's with their hair up in little curls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They stood in a row and did a few twirls and waved their wands.  It was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;magical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 3 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; wand hit another girls, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purely accidental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience let out a laugh....Isabelle heard the reaction.....And true to any and all toddlers, what did she do after she got a laughing reaction?  She smirked at the audience and then bumped the others girls wand....again.  This time it was no accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;The audience roared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!  They were loving it.  The innocent girl who got her wand hit for a second time was not impressed, she smashed her wand right back at Isabelle's.  It was like Star Wars, the wands were their glow sticks....Light Savers I think to get technical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audience still roaring.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack and I sweating....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other girls saw the commotion on the end and turned the two-sum battle into a four-sum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the chaos of the wand bumping, one of the older girls (a 5 year old) was hit in the head by Isabelle's wand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl then started hysterically crying on stage.  Her being 5 I think made her understand the severity of the situation and she then dropping her wand and started to cry into her hands.  She was sobbing, I was fearing my life upon meeting her mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another girls wand broke, she too cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point that the music had stopped and Isabelle tried to exit the stage by going under the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resign-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ups&lt;/span&gt; are in a few months....I may try a different dance school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to add that yesterday was my husband 26th birthday.  Something tells me the only thing memorable about that day will be a wand war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3431108708490476807?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3431108708490476807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/recital-wand-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3431108708490476807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3431108708490476807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/recital-wand-war.html' title='Recital Wand War.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-5479245898270827021</id><published>2010-06-08T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:42:08.194-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><title type='text'>Nursery Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crib purchased-CHECK!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;So that will arrive in one to two weeks, then tonight it is on to paint color shopping.  We did get the bedding, and I am always happy to say it was a markdown!  Ironically I fell in love with a bedding set I saw at Babies R Us, however, I really didn't want to pay full price, so I literally took a pic with my blackberry of the brand and style in hopes to find it online for a steal.  I actually lucked out and found the same set in the sale section of the store marked down for $40.00 off!  Why?  Because it was the set they used in a display crib.  Nothing was missing, no rips, no spots, looked perfectly perfect, with the exception of being on display for a little while.  And that got me $40.00 off, I'll take it.  I tell ya, when you are meant to have something, you just are meant to have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a peek at the bedding in all it's glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5u7zuCDVI/AAAAAAAABKw/bivV401GTqc/s1600/IMG_1092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5u7zuCDVI/AAAAAAAABKw/bivV401GTqc/s400/IMG_1092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480439770331090258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the soft browns, creams and pink detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun, here is a nursery I stumbled across and fell in love with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the soft cocoa color on the walls and the classic style of the crib.  Even the fan is fit for a nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5wyeuhKHI/AAAAAAAABK4/JpD1zZ6ykkA/s1600/Inspiration+nursery+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5wyeuhKHI/AAAAAAAABK4/JpD1zZ6ykkA/s400/Inspiration+nursery+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480441809100417138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not sure what the happy stick figure on the wall is, but if I were the baby that belonged to that nursery, I would be smiling too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5wy2B0BJI/AAAAAAAABLI/3_hj6dbE2UE/s1600/inspiration+nursery+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5wy2B0BJI/AAAAAAAABLI/3_hj6dbE2UE/s400/inspiration+nursery+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480441815355360402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5wynX44-I/AAAAAAAABLA/SSxnPvVwDpE/s1600/inspiration+nursery+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5wynX44-I/AAAAAAAABLA/SSxnPvVwDpE/s400/inspiration+nursery+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480441811421422562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this room had me at hello...Now here's to hoping I can bring in just as much charm and class into our nursery!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-5479245898270827021?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5479245898270827021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nursery-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5479245898270827021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5479245898270827021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nursery-update.html' title='Nursery Update'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TA5u7zuCDVI/AAAAAAAABKw/bivV401GTqc/s72-c/IMG_1092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2712774988617170488</id><published>2010-06-03T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T16:56:23.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Projects'/><title type='text'>Nursery Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well considering I am only 2 short months away from my due date, I thought Jack and I had better get a start on the nursery.  We also had a pre labor scare only a day ago, that really made us come home and kick it into high gear.  All is well now, and with me being told to take it extra easy, I think we are safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, being that we borrowed our crib for Isabelle, and Jack's sister had a dresser she could temporary spare, we did not buy new furniture for Isabelle's arrival.  Since we were not settled into our own home yet, we decided not to purchase or register for anything too extravagant.  But with this pregnancy we do own a home, and we have a room that I feel is ideal for a nursery, so I have been on the hunt for deals on all things furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I told Jack from the get-go, was that I didn't want to pay an arm and a leg (I will need both of those) for brand new nursery furniture that looked sharp, but was actually made with wood veneers and/or MDF.  I wanted the solid hardwood stuff, the stuff they just don't make anymore, and when they do, it's no deal.  And I am a cheapo, DIYer, so the search began for old hardwood constructed furnishings on the cheap that I could make fabulous.  Scratches and nicks, I fear not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course got my nursery inspiration binder going.  One thing I was completely smitten with was this Madison Changing Table system for $1399.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TAgxk4IgsPI/AAAAAAAABKY/pEav5yh36ik/s1600/inspiration+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TAgxk4IgsPI/AAAAAAAABKY/pEav5yh36ik/s400/inspiration+pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478683456309342450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, So I knew something this grand for our 13x10 ft room may be a bit much...Oh and then there is the $1399.00 that may make even Trump think twice before whipping out the good old American Express.   And after reading about the piece itself, it is constructed of MDF, not bad, but not $1399.00 worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do love about it is all the storage options.  I love the nooks for the basket that you can label, the character the top hutch brings to the space, and the ever so sweet little nook to change baby in.  Sigh, I'm dreaming in baby fantasy land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after much magazine flipping and computer gazing, I was set on the idea that I wanted a sort of smaller scale hutch for our nursery.  And I had a very specific idea in mind.  Drawers and perhaps one cabinet for the base, with a hutch for added storage and a wee bit o'charm at the top. So the search was on, although I don't even know it was much of a search.  I found what I wanted rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this fabulous store only a few short miles from our casa, the sign above the shop itself reads, Second City, I call it The DIYers dream store.  This store is unique from all others I have been to, you have to really look, but they do carry a lot of higher end quality pieces that are in fact solid hardwood construction in need of some elbow grease.  The prices upon first glance may scare off new onlookers, but there is a special secret specific to the date that each item arrives in store.  For everyday that an item remains, it goes down 1% in price.  Most often, new shoppers look at the prices and walk out thinking why pay so much for something used?  What you really want to pay attention to is the date that the item came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, so that's the gist of the store I call the DIYers dream store.  okay, back to my success story.  I was shopping along, singing a song, while making sure to scale each piece up and down to see what kind of quality went into each items construction.  Each isle taking me about 10 minutes to go down.  After about 45 mins of intense shopping concentration, I saw it.  Just what  I wanted, oh the potential this solid maple masterpiece had going for it.  And it was in rather good shape as well. Very few nicks and scratches.  The price $324.00....I was hoping to spend no more than $200.00.  But oh wait!  THE DATE!  How long has it been in the store I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;71 DAYS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tax, I scored my dream piece for $115.00 smack-ah-rue's.  And it even came with a card from the maker of Authenticity stating that the item itself was all solid maple constructed.  Dare I say SCORE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further or do, here is my handsome nursery changing table, storage hutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TAgxlUIQUEI/AAAAAAAABKg/fFQOAiHmKwE/s1600/IMG_1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TAgxlUIQUEI/AAAAAAAABKg/fFQOAiHmKwE/s400/IMG_1080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478683463824461890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TAgxl-6xbkI/AAAAAAAABKo/CNwLMv5AhAQ/s1600/IMG_1081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TAgxl-6xbkI/AAAAAAAABKo/CNwLMv5AhAQ/s400/IMG_1081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478683475310636610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the plan:  Sand and either refinish in darker stain, or paint a subtle off-white.  I want to get all new hardware including dainty glass pulls for drawers and shiny new hinges, once complete, I want to accessorize with linen baskets and bins for the middle and top shelf.  Perhaps even a few fun Jars for things like Q-Tips, Cotton Swabs, anything to really personalize it and make storage fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to keep you guys posted on our progress!  Crib shopping this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2712774988617170488?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2712774988617170488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nursery-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2712774988617170488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2712774988617170488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nursery-fun.html' title='Nursery Fun'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/TAgxk4IgsPI/AAAAAAAABKY/pEav5yh36ik/s72-c/inspiration+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3732538559563837445</id><published>2010-05-16T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:21:52.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>How Does Your Garden Grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the last year I have been addicted to all plants the flower and climb.  Last year it was the two climbing Rose Bushes Jack and I added to side of the garage, just beyond the patio.  This year it's our new Crimson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mandevilla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been hinting to Jack of my desire for a trellis on the side of our house.  And on this trellis I wanted to have a lush, floral, fast climbing plant to take up residents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack being the good hubby that he is, did tell me to go and find my climbing plant, any one that I thought looked best, and he would take care of the trellis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell head over heals for a Crimson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mandevilla&lt;/span&gt; and brought one right home.  A few short hours later, that fab guy of mine had a beautiful trellis anchored to our home, and my plants ready to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the Crimson &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mandevilla&lt;/span&gt;, because of it's fast climbing habit, and ability to spread and create lush foliage on any surface it occupies.   Not to mention, they grow up to 12 feet tall, which is what I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is up close and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S_BgZU_FdGI/AAAAAAAABKA/4lfwdxUUDY8/s1600/IMG_0981.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S_BgZU_FdGI/AAAAAAAABKA/4lfwdxUUDY8/s400/IMG_0981.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471979535501456482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is the trellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S_BgZwCsI7I/AAAAAAAABKI/Iujth6KKOME/s1600/IMG_0987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S_BgZwCsI7I/AAAAAAAABKI/Iujth6KKOME/s400/IMG_0987.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471979542764331954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S_Bgab_18uI/AAAAAAAABKQ/IrQrCJcpJ9E/s1600/IMG_0985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S_Bgab_18uI/AAAAAAAABKQ/IrQrCJcpJ9E/s400/IMG_0985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471979554563551970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post more pics as the plant climbs and spreads.  In the meantime, I plan to just admire this beauty that is another fabulous addition to our landscaping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any climbing plants?  Are you partial to a particular species?  Please share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3732538559563837445?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3732538559563837445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-does-your-garden-grow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3732538559563837445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3732538559563837445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-does-your-garden-grow.html' title='How Does Your Garden Grow?'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S_BgZU_FdGI/AAAAAAAABKA/4lfwdxUUDY8/s72-c/IMG_0981.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7297825193216191135</id><published>2010-05-08T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T15:57:51.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gardening'/><title type='text'>Potting some Patriotic Plants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been itching to do some more projects with Isabelle, preferably some outdoor ones.  I wanted to do some gardening, but our beds in the front yard are full and the ones in the back will probably end up costing us about $1000.00 more worth of work, which we are not going to spend just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle and I headed off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in search of some outdoor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;projects&lt;/span&gt; we could do together.  In their garden section we stumbled &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; some large clay pots  ranging $4.00 to $7.00, not bad!  Especially considering I was itching for a set of baby blue glazed ceramic ones from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, for $49.99 Each, total deal breaker there.  I much prefer the under $10.00 items, heck I could paint them blue is I wanted.....There's an idea!  Anyhow, I knew I wanted to plant some flowers in them for our front porch.  I went and scored two large basket plants at $7.00 each, and then a few $1.79 plants that were in  trays ready to be potted!   After that all we needed was a bag of potting soil and we were ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as we got home, Isabelle got right to work with the potting soil, taking hand full amounts and dropping some in each clay pot.  It was about half way through the fun that I realized I probably should have  changed her into flip flops and shorts!  She was wearing jeans, sock and tennis shoes, which were filled with soil before the project was complete, but she was loving every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after we had got home that I realized the colors we had chosen were patriotic!  We purchased a large blue floral plant, another large red one, and then there was the 1.79 white flowers.  Isabelle also picked out some purple and pink combo's too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a great way to spend our afternoon and my front entrance looks pretty fab if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the fruits of our labor.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S-XqpQlnW6I/AAAAAAAABJg/j_JHdBlWVxU/s1600/IMG_0973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S-XqpQlnW6I/AAAAAAAABJg/j_JHdBlWVxU/s400/IMG_0973.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469035317059607458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had actually just had a down poor, that's spring for ya.  Some of the flowers closed up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S-XqqT7-_mI/AAAAAAAABJo/Moq9g9mOlA8/s1600/IMG_0975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S-XqqT7-_mI/AAAAAAAABJo/Moq9g9mOlA8/s400/IMG_0975.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469035335138606690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And just because I am giddy over my rose bushes that I got last Nov, I thought I would post a pic of the first rose bloom of the year!  The lady at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lowes&lt;/span&gt; had mentioned that I was planting them very late, and that they may not survive winter.  I took my chances and they are full, lush, and about to be in bloom in the next few days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S-Xqq8jZMqI/AAAAAAAABJw/ZaMVK15KMUo/s1600/IMG_0976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S-Xqq8jZMqI/AAAAAAAABJw/ZaMVK15KMUo/s400/IMG_0976.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469035346041320098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color my front yard Spring!  I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7297825193216191135?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7297825193216191135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/potting-some-patriotic-plants.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7297825193216191135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7297825193216191135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/potting-some-patriotic-plants.html' title='Potting some Patriotic Plants'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S-XqpQlnW6I/AAAAAAAABJg/j_JHdBlWVxU/s72-c/IMG_0973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3224782153754560076</id><published>2010-04-30T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:45:20.284-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Bike Rides Are Becoming A Daily Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ever since the weather had cleared, this is how Isabelle spends her afternoons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading down our street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9tCqFkXPAI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SUxmtVdKys4/s1600/IMG_0963.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9tCqFkXPAI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SUxmtVdKys4/s400/IMG_0963.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466035863560862722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Action shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9tCqjLg_OI/AAAAAAAABJY/nJ2E16sJqWc/s1600/IMG_0964.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9tCqjLg_OI/AAAAAAAABJY/nJ2E16sJqWc/s400/IMG_0964.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466035871509708002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still walking close behind her, I figure once I know she has got the hang of it then I can ride with her...For now though, I prefer to stride along on foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3224782153754560076?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3224782153754560076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/bike-rides-are-becoming-daily-routine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3224782153754560076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3224782153754560076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/bike-rides-are-becoming-daily-routine.html' title='Bike Rides Are Becoming A Daily Routine'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9tCqFkXPAI/AAAAAAAABJQ/SUxmtVdKys4/s72-c/IMG_0963.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-6712844401334811482</id><published>2010-04-28T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T16:58:00.158-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Breaking in the big girl bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For every milestone Isabelle hits, I feel a rush of emotions, proud, sad, happy, excited, shocked, thankful...it goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I took her out on her two wheeler for the first time.  Now don't get me wrong, there were training wheels on it, but I still can't believe that my little peanut has already outgrown her little tricycle, and is now riding a big girl bike.  Just last week we had purchased her first "Help me walk" push along toy, and only a few hours ago it was her first tricycle........Okay, so I may be exaggerating the time scale here, but it certainly feels this way sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I have these pangs of emotion that scream "SLOW DOWN!  You're growing too fast!"  I am also feeling so thankful that my baby girl is healthy and happy and hitting the milestones she should be.  I even get excited at what lies ahead, bike rides together through the neighborhood, bike rides up to the local ice-cream shop.  With each milestone she hits, it feels like a new activity that she and I can share together in future play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So without further or due, I give you Isabelle's first big girl bike ride....&lt;br /&gt;Here she is ready to hit the road, I know I know, the smile seems forced...Because it was.  I should add that she was beyond anxious for this day.  We had planned to take her out on it when we brought the bike home, but a terrible storm prohibited that and then the weather for the following days was just not "bike ride weather." So me making her stop a take a picture when she felt as though she had already been waiting a decade didn't make her too happy, hence the fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG3b5wbgI/AAAAAAAABIo/CAaQUmA__Lo/s1600/IMG_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG3b5wbgI/AAAAAAAABIo/CAaQUmA__Lo/s400/IMG_0954.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465266434755030530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now this is the smile I was hoping for!  This is shortly after we came home from the store with the bike.  Jack was quick to put it together for Isabelle so she could at least sit on it in our basement.  This is where she would come everyday just to look at her bike until the weather cleared.  How sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG54YoQFI/AAAAAAAABJI/x9wwMdWJ1kU/s1600/IMG_0912.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG54YoQFI/AAAAAAAABJI/x9wwMdWJ1kU/s400/IMG_0912.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465266476760449106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's up!  She's on!  She's totally NOT looking where she is going!  But that smile is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG37U9tMI/AAAAAAAABIw/Xozu8vSifzI/s1600/IMG_0937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG37U9tMI/AAAAAAAABIw/Xozu8vSifzI/s400/IMG_0937.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465266443190645954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rode all the way to the end of our street, me close beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG4gnas4I/AAAAAAAABI4/5puPsOiieYQ/s1600/IMG_0943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG4gnas4I/AAAAAAAABI4/5puPsOiieYQ/s400/IMG_0943.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465266453200155522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now heading back home, can you tell she is more comfortable, yes she was riding that far ahead of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG5BW1PNI/AAAAAAAABJA/I-spjmQ2RWo/s1600/IMG_0947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG5BW1PNI/AAAAAAAABJA/I-spjmQ2RWo/s400/IMG_0947.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465266461988961490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So all in all, her big girl bike was a success!  Being that she is only 3, I had quite a few people tell me I was crazy to get her a bike with training wheels already.  I'm thinking I clearly made the right choice, she rides the big girl bike better than she did her tricycle and easily gets on and off all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You go, Isabelle!  Such a big girl already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-6712844401334811482?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6712844401334811482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-in-big-girl-bike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/6712844401334811482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/6712844401334811482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/breaking-in-big-girl-bike.html' title='Breaking in the big girl bike'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9iG3b5wbgI/AAAAAAAABIo/CAaQUmA__Lo/s72-c/IMG_0954.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2475649469254140349</id><published>2010-04-25T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T12:17:57.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love A Good Thunderstorm, Except When....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE Spring and Summer thunderstorms, except when they ruin your fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle and I left for Target with a certain toy in mind to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies were sunny, the weather was warm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out with her fancy new bike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9SUp6fHKJI/AAAAAAAABIQ/VQ81ls5wyGM/s1600/IMG_0895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9SUp6fHKJI/AAAAAAAABIQ/VQ81ls5wyGM/s400/IMG_0895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464155695702550674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then came home to this thunderstorm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9SUqfoiIMI/AAAAAAAABIY/8aj2wKVHRCY/s1600/IMG_0894.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9SUqfoiIMI/AAAAAAAABIY/8aj2wKVHRCY/s400/IMG_0894.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464155705674178754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9SUq2xp2lI/AAAAAAAABIg/skK-2SDuyOA/s1600/IMG_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9SUq2xp2lI/AAAAAAAABIg/skK-2SDuyOA/s400/IMG_0905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464155711886449234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2475649469254140349?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2475649469254140349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-good-thunderstorm-except-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2475649469254140349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2475649469254140349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-good-thunderstorm-except-when.html' title='I Love A Good Thunderstorm, Except When....'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9SUp6fHKJI/AAAAAAAABIQ/VQ81ls5wyGM/s72-c/IMG_0895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7810502415293634218</id><published>2010-04-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:31:55.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>Do Your History!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your house history, that is.  Call me crazy, but I have always had a fascination with learning old facts about my 1950's built home.   Every time Jack or myself have stumbled across a bit of information we tend to find it fascinating....or maybe just me.  But he smiles and nods along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, when we bought our house, we were convinced our kitchen cabinets were original.  They were in terrible shape, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hideous&lt;/span&gt;, and seemed to fit what we would of imagined as "in style" during the 50's.  The old nasty light green appliances, that they had matched to the green counter tops.  The stove that was one unit with the microwave that hung over the top of it.  The whole unit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt; weighing a 1000 lbs or so.  And then the cabinets, faced with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;melamine&lt;/span&gt; veneer made to look like wood, but really looked N.O.T.H.I.N.G. like wood at all.  And then lets not forget the carpet on the floor.....All sorts of shades of green with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;floraly&lt;/span&gt; designs.  Sure sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;purdy&lt;/span&gt;, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half way through our &lt;a href="http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/07/finshed.html"&gt;own remodel&lt;/a&gt;, we found out through a neighbor that the kitchen was in fact fully remodeled in the 70's, and that the homeowner was trying to achieve a country style.   What country, I am not sure.  I thought she just had a thing for the color green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a few months ago that another neighbor had told me that my house was the last one to be built on Blossom Ave.  I really thought that was a neat piece of information.  My house was the very last piece to the puzzle of our little neighborhood.  I had wanted to ask what color the original siding was, but had forgotten to.  I assumed it was Aluminum, and that it was probably still under our newer vinyl siding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am tickled to say that I did in fact learn what the original color of my home was this weekend.  No, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; just randomly start hacking away at my vinyl siding!  But in efforts to make more curb appeal, I decided to add a new outdoor light and toss out the old, yucky, off center one.  That meant cutting away some of the siding to move the electrical work out from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soffit&lt;/span&gt;, and down onto the siding by our front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You cant tell by the picture, but that original  light itself is actually off-center by about 3 in.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NGJ3TyZjI/AAAAAAAABHY/eKJHcoqaM-I/s1600/IMG_0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NGJ3TyZjI/AAAAAAAABHY/eKJHcoqaM-I/s400/IMG_0880.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463787908210255410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And here is the fancy new replacement.  Bigger, bolder, upgrade! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NHZhBd0HI/AAAAAAAABHg/ttVRdcox2yY/s1600/IMG_0887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NHZhBd0HI/AAAAAAAABHg/ttVRdcox2yY/s400/IMG_0887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463789276617363570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched as our cousin cut away at the siding, camera in hand and ready to snap away.   It was then that he pulled the first bit of siding away that I saw...Styrofoam?!?!?   He then informed me that that meant that when they replaced the old siding, they must have torn down the original stuff and then put up new insulation.   I trudged back into the house and flopped down on the couch.  In the meantime he was hacking away at the Styrofoam insulation when he called me and over and then said he knew what color my house was, and that it never had aluminum siding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came running outside to find that my house is made from all wood siding and it was hunter green!  I may sounds nuts, but that completely fascinated me.  And underneath that original wood siding.....more insulation!    So while it meant more work for our cousin, the electrician, I am happy to say that the layers of my house go, Vinyl Siding, Insulation, Hunter green Hardwood Siding, and more Insulation.   It's a regular onion I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Check out the Green Wood Siding in all it's glory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NHaQWYvfI/AAAAAAAABHo/bigDi-3csG8/s1600/IMG_0882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NHaQWYvfI/AAAAAAAABHo/bigDi-3csG8/s400/IMG_0882.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463789289321577970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course I had to post a pic of the finished product.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NHb-nxZEI/AAAAAAAABH4/gOv87SBbzZI/s1600/IMG_0891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NHb-nxZEI/AAAAAAAABH4/gOv87SBbzZI/s400/IMG_0891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463789318922396738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you know any fun history about your home?  Or have your neighbors told you stories about the people that use to reside in it?  Looking back at the pics we have of our house when it was first listed, I think we would have snatched it even quicker had it still only had the original siding.  So much character that wood can bring to a home, inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7810502415293634218?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7810502415293634218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-your-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7810502415293634218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7810502415293634218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-your-history.html' title='Do Your History!'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S9NGJ3TyZjI/AAAAAAAABHY/eKJHcoqaM-I/s72-c/IMG_0880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-8419060950892044108</id><published>2010-03-29T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:19:22.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Just the 3 of us, Before it is Double the Fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack and I have been trying to make more Isabelle and us time, or even sometimes her and daddy time or mommy and me time.  But right now especially, we have been trying to make things a bit more special.  After all, soon it will be double the fun, and she will no longer be the only little star in the spotlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday, we had an extra fun day and went to see Disney Live.  Isabelle had a blast and I simply enjoyed just watching her face light up at the sight of all her favorite Disney pals.  Yet I couldn't help but get a little choked up just thinking that we only have a few short months before it will no longer be the three of us.  Don't get me wrong, I am over joyed with the soon to be new addition, but part of me can't help but feel just a little sad that everything we know as a family of 3 will soon be changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the mean time, along with remodeling the basement, creating a nursery, re baby proofing our house, I want to make extra sure to make this time we have with just our little Belle as fun and memorable as possible.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S8x3qwEI/AAAAAAAABG4/ei6vIFOOMVs/s1600/IMG_0752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 369px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S8x3qwEI/AAAAAAAABG4/ei6vIFOOMVs/s400/IMG_0752.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458172477528784962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S9SlHcZI/AAAAAAAABHA/6KJI2kbsU_g/s1600/IMG_0779.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S9SlHcZI/AAAAAAAABHA/6KJI2kbsU_g/s400/IMG_0779.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458172486309343634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S90zZ8AI/AAAAAAAABHI/gRPhq94HFp8/s1600/IMG_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S90zZ8AI/AAAAAAAABHI/gRPhq94HFp8/s400/IMG_0788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458172495496081410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S-W7dtdI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lPPEFl5-wxM/s1600/IMG_0806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S-W7dtdI/AAAAAAAABHQ/lPPEFl5-wxM/s400/IMG_0806.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458172504656688594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-8419060950892044108?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8419060950892044108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-3-of-us-before-it-is-double-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8419060950892044108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8419060950892044108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-3-of-us-before-it-is-double-fun.html' title='Just the 3 of us, Before it is Double the Fun.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S79S8x3qwEI/AAAAAAAABG4/ei6vIFOOMVs/s72-c/IMG_0752.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2827726638129134633</id><published>2010-03-24T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T13:41:05.772-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>I hear Birds!</title><content type='html'>Yes! Yes! Yes!  I have woke up to the sound of birds chirping for a few days now and I love it.   According to the calender, Spring is here, however, I live in Ohio.   And for those of you who are not local to this fine state, Ohio simply means that you can fall asleep in warm tropical like weather, and wake up in cold, dark Alaska.  Yes, our weather has mood swings or maybe it's simply an identity crisis.  Either way, each day is a surprise....a happy happy fun fab surprise.  Except for the fact that it can make a person crazy, change your plans, and make all our local weather people look like compulsive liars.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;, mother nature, good to the earth and us women in so  many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, like I said, the calender is claiming the SPRING is here.  And I for one am a happy girl.  Gardening, out door jogging, camp fires, all the things I enjoy are just about back in season.  And then today I found this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pzq0xbMjI/AAAAAAAABFY/rzbw_EBO1cA/s1600/IMG_0747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pzq0xbMjI/AAAAAAAABFY/rzbw_EBO1cA/s400/IMG_0747.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297478443053618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pzqbv565I/AAAAAAAABFQ/czD00XBrsxA/s1600/IMG_0745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pzqbv565I/AAAAAAAABFQ/czD00XBrsxA/s400/IMG_0745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297471725792146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bulbs, they're growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what better way to get into the Spring then to make your house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;floraly&lt;/span&gt;.  Not to mention, very Easter welcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pzrZV24JI/AAAAAAAABFg/jJCaLSYnFKk/s1600/IMG_0739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pzrZV24JI/AAAAAAAABFg/jJCaLSYnFKk/s400/IMG_0739.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452297488259539090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes yes, I hear birds!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2827726638129134633?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2827726638129134633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hear-birds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2827726638129134633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2827726638129134633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hear-birds.html' title='I hear Birds!'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pzq0xbMjI/AAAAAAAABFY/rzbw_EBO1cA/s72-c/IMG_0747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-6444423925199847752</id><published>2010-03-24T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T10:50:05.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Springing into Spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life has kept me and the family very busy these last few weeks.  We have not yet made anymore headway on the basement, but we are planning on purchasing the new baseboards and chair rail here shortly.  Once that is up and a color is chosen, we can start to look for furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very happy note, the planner in me found out the sex of our summer arrival and I could not be more thrilled.  Ladies a gentlemen, we are having a girl.   Yes, I once again I am dreaming in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;florals&lt;/span&gt;, subtle pinks and soft cream tones.  Isabelle is beyond over joyed as well, the three year old mommy in her wants a little sister to play tea parties with, dress in tutu's, and of course enjoy all things frilly.  Her words to me, "Mommy, I only want a brother if he comes with a sister."  Then later, "Mommy, I will love a brother so long as he wears tutu's and pretty clothes."  When I asked her what it was exactly that she thought was the difference between a boy and a girl, her reply was "They do not dress pretty and they have short hair."  I guess in Isabelle world, wearing jeans and having short hair is just not proper girl attire.  Although I would be lying if I were to say that most of the little man clothes I couldn't help but look at, I thought were adorable!  Some of the outfits I found and put a mental note to buy if new arrive were a boy, looked so mature.  Like I would be sending the little guy off to his office....in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have no doubts that Jack was hoping for a little man to balance out his estrogen filled house and make all of his father son fantasies come true, but he too has been very excited just the same at the thought of yet another girl.  First me, duh, then Isabelle, and of course our pooch is a girl as well.  Poor guy.  But he has no problem dreaming in pink with me.  He however has already mentioned trying for a boy, and to that I say, STEP AWAY FROM YOUR WIFE.  I am in no hurry to be outnumbered by all things under 3 ft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our little girls nursery, here is it's current state.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pOs695lCI/AAAAAAAABEw/BNScMvW0kwA/s1600/IMG_0744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pOs695lCI/AAAAAAAABEw/BNScMvW0kwA/s400/IMG_0744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452256832535499810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pOtvsmqbI/AAAAAAAABE4/7pQ68YL158I/s1600/IMG_0743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pOtvsmqbI/AAAAAAAABE4/7pQ68YL158I/s400/IMG_0743.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452256846690036146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; always looks like chaos, maybe you remember how it looked when Isabelle still took residence in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pQEsnD7CI/AAAAAAAABFA/GPB9m3Vaf3w/s1600/IMG_4428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pQEsnD7CI/AAAAAAAABFA/GPB9m3Vaf3w/s400/IMG_4428.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452258340510100514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pQFSjev4I/AAAAAAAABFI/zUWQrz_10rU/s1600/IMG_4608.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pQFSjev4I/AAAAAAAABFI/zUWQrz_10rU/s400/IMG_4608.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452258350695628674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle has since been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;upgraded&lt;/span&gt; to a larger room across the hall.  We felt that her first room was always fit to be a nursery.  And well, she is older, she gets the bigger room.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to come up with a color scheme for Nursery number two.  Any suggestions? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-6444423925199847752?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6444423925199847752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/springing-into-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/6444423925199847752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/6444423925199847752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/springing-into-spring.html' title='Springing into Spring.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S6pOs695lCI/AAAAAAAABEw/BNScMvW0kwA/s72-c/IMG_0744.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-243748384135065765</id><published>2010-03-03T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:12:27.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I could use ET right about now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For Valentines day, Jack got his two girls each a bouquet of flowers.  Simple, sweet, and just what the doctor ordered considering that fresh blooms in the house always keep me optimistic that spring is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flowers looked fabulous, I felt fabulous, Isabelle was shockingly quite pleased with her very own bouquet.   Most girls want a doll, Isabelle LOVED her flowers.   It was a happy day that was followed by more happy days of just admiring our blooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S452S2m5TCI/AAAAAAAABEg/G1XUWv5NLIk/s1600-h/IMG_0697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S452S2m5TCI/AAAAAAAABEg/G1XUWv5NLIk/s400/IMG_0697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444419065805884450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S452Tbk8HPI/AAAAAAAABEo/HLdjrIv7RDA/s1600-h/IMG_0701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S452Tbk8HPI/AAAAAAAABEo/HLdjrIv7RDA/s400/IMG_0701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444419075729792242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my blooms died.  I was sad.  Isabelle's were hanging by a thread, but she still sat and admired them and for every time I tried to take them because the flowers them self were looking rather dry, she insisted they were sleeping.  Good logic for a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally those Flowers were becoming an eyesore.  The once vibrant petals were now a blotchy brown.  The stems no longer supported the blotchy brown petals, they almost appeared to be mourning their own death.   They were depressing.  Still, Belle insisted they were sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I took those flowers.  And the mean mom that I am did not replace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet baby girl has been mourning these flowers for days.  I had to explain death to my 3 year old, all thanks to flowers!  I am not sure what she took away from the conversation, but I think I am simply going to play the Lion King : Circle of Life song and see if that helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, she has asked for a Dorothy or a Cleo.  In other words, a Gold fish like Elmo's or a Gold fish like the one from Pinocchio, named Cleo.  We will see.  I hope this does not mean trips to the pet store while Isabelle is sleeping to replace a belly up, Dorothy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a belly up fish in a 3 years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; mind, simply means that said fish is doing the backstroke....but, alive and well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-243748384135065765?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/243748384135065765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-could-use-et-right-about-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/243748384135065765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/243748384135065765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-could-use-et-right-about-now.html' title='I could use ET right about now!'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S452S2m5TCI/AAAAAAAABEg/G1XUWv5NLIk/s72-c/IMG_0697.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1748392315473540413</id><published>2010-03-03T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T06:39:13.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Projects'/><title type='text'>Basement Remodel Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New wall is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walls are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;primered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Old Chair rail is down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the fancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shmancey&lt;/span&gt; wall studs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yikjZYAI/AAAAAAAABDo/UlooboSPVMo/s1600-h/IMG_0715.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yikjZYAI/AAAAAAAABDo/UlooboSPVMo/s400/IMG_0715.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444414937790767106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A stud hanging a stud....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yjIObbNI/AAAAAAAABDw/Yx8i_BrZvys/s1600-h/IMG_0728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yjIObbNI/AAAAAAAABDw/Yx8i_BrZvys/s400/IMG_0728.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444414947366497490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about 2 hours later.  It was really easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yjrVB4nI/AAAAAAAABD4/_4zMawFboTw/s1600-h/IMG_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yjrVB4nI/AAAAAAAABD4/_4zMawFboTw/s400/IMG_0730.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444414956789424754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My step dad came over to help.  Help is really an understatement.  He hung the drywall and taped, my hubby helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45ykSCSDZI/AAAAAAAABEA/rtTo1sDD_Zw/s1600-h/IMG_0731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45ykSCSDZI/AAAAAAAABEA/rtTo1sDD_Zw/s400/IMG_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444414967179775378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yk-DZOtI/AAAAAAAABEI/fSlPj7_WqsE/s1600-h/IMG_0737.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yk-DZOtI/AAAAAAAABEI/fSlPj7_WqsE/s400/IMG_0737.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444414978995600082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats that leave?.....About a 1000 more things to go.  But, we are getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still need to....&lt;br /&gt;Agree on a color for living space portion.&lt;br /&gt;Paint room that color.&lt;br /&gt;Pick out chair rail.&lt;br /&gt;Pick out new baseboards.&lt;br /&gt;Hang said boards.&lt;br /&gt;repaint base all white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Re frame&lt;/span&gt; windows.&lt;br /&gt;Refurbish furniture....I'm on the prowl for good fixer uppers.&lt;br /&gt;Frame entryway into play room.&lt;br /&gt;hold off on all things playroom until living space is almost complete.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I am forgetting about a hundred more details, but this is the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-1748392315473540413?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1748392315473540413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/basement-remodel-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1748392315473540413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1748392315473540413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/basement-remodel-update.html' title='Basement Remodel Update'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S45yikjZYAI/AAAAAAAABDo/UlooboSPVMo/s72-c/IMG_0715.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4859966492551731336</id><published>2010-02-17T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T08:29:30.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Projects'/><title type='text'>Basement Progress</title><content type='html'>As you remember I had mentioned a few weeks back that we are in the middle of a basement war zone.  My computers new home was past mountains of debris and unorganized chaos which was all waiting to be sorted through.   While it has seemed like we were moving at a glacial pace (due to the fact that we were and still are) we have finally made some headway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bit of before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wVTsSZbLI/AAAAAAAABDI/C3PmwoUQ7BQ/s1600-h/IMG_0703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wVTsSZbLI/AAAAAAAABDI/C3PmwoUQ7BQ/s400/IMG_0703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439245878006738098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is some of of the progress we have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wWRXNLJgI/AAAAAAAABDQ/qoJViGpNEKc/s1600-h/IMG_0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wWRXNLJgI/AAAAAAAABDQ/qoJViGpNEKc/s400/IMG_0713.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439246937499575810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get too excited, we still have a pile of mass chaos at the other end of the large space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wWSOS_muI/AAAAAAAABDY/3G6xJpvSnsA/s1600-h/IMG_0711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wWSOS_muI/AAAAAAAABDY/3G6xJpvSnsA/s400/IMG_0711.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439246952287935202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we did manage to go through everything and decide what is trash, Good Will worthy, and staying to possibly re-purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the plan:  Today Jack is home from work early and is going to frame where the new wall will be.  We are going to make a kids play room, and use the additional space as extra living space and hopefully a sewing area for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the wall is up, we are painting, adding new chair rail, and hopefully a trip to Ikea and a few other stores for some furniture.   I will keep updating with each step we make.  The furniture is not in the very near future, as we still need to budget for that.  Right now we are just trying to get the space primed and ready for the next few steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jack still wont part with his ninja turtle lamp.  Sighhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wZJlWzLTI/AAAAAAAABDg/Z6LVKR2uUyQ/s1600-h/IMG_0714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wZJlWzLTI/AAAAAAAABDg/Z6LVKR2uUyQ/s400/IMG_0714.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439250102393974066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4859966492551731336?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4859966492551731336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-you-remember-i-had-mentioned-few.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4859966492551731336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4859966492551731336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-you-remember-i-had-mentioned-few.html' title='Basement Progress'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/S3wVTsSZbLI/AAAAAAAABDI/C3PmwoUQ7BQ/s72-c/IMG_0703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3922569772434890291</id><published>2010-02-03T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:14:46.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Writers Workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh how I have missed these!  I chose number 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List 10 things you never knew until you were mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how to narrow it down to 10 is the real question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It comes naturally.  I never thought the mom thing would be my thing.  GASP....SHOCK...What married women doesn't want to be a mom, Right? I know, crazy.  Especially considering I grew up around kids, babysitting, adoring, studying child development.  And yet, after all that, I was certain being a parent was not for me.  And then ding dong, there is a bun in the flipping oven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard time and time again, it is so different when it is your own, you will see.  The maternal instinct comes naturally. But to me, I really didn't think I would ever develop the patience it takes to be a good mama.  I had fancied myself more of the Aunt type, spoil em, then return em...full of cookies and candies.  Big emphasis on return them.   Basically it boiled down to, Love kids, but not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about my 3rd month, second trimester that I knew for certain that the baby I dubbed an alien that had infested my body, was in fact a good thing.  And that I could do this.  I was also 110% certain I was carrying a girl.  I don't know how I knew this, but I did.   And then I learned that all those things that mommies share, the small facts, are so true.  It comes naturally.  I thought that I was born without that maternal instinct.  I was wrong, I just needed a hormonal boost and a reality check to light my way.  And I don't know that there is anything more true than this today, it in fact does come naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  M.O.M.  Stands for Managing Ongoing Multitasking or if you yahoo it, it will say mom stands for Ministry of Manpower.  I think not.  Mine is better...and true.  Multitasking is key in the parental role.  And like many of you, I too have learned to just accept that I will never be able to enjoy one thing at a time.  I will read my Twilight, while turning the chicken and bringing the noodles to a simmer.  It's my new life.  Until I was a mom, I never knew how vital this skill is.  Multitasking=A must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do you ever just sit back and think "Wow, I grew you....from scratch!"  I mean truly just get hit with the realization stick, even if only for a moment.  Sometimes it just hits me, I made her.  That pint size being, with a mind like Einstein over there, who is learning about the world and making friends, and is totally not shy at all...that part I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; make...Jack added the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;extrovertedness&lt;/span&gt; to the spice bowl at about 6 months in the oven.  Before being a mama, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; realize how an act so simple...and amazing...ahem, created such a vital part to our world.  A new person who will forever change our earths course.  Deep Stuff huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  It's simple.  Time management.  another key to being a mama.  Oh the day where I used to just say, "babe, I'm going to the store, be back in a minute." &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;HAH&lt;/span&gt;.  I mean I knew that with a baby there would be packing the diaper bag, loading the car, to some perhaps looking like we are going on an extended vacation.  When really it was me, 1st time mama trying to bring the entire nursery with us in fear that I will at some point need her rocking chair on our outing to the grocery store.  Now I wasn't completely naive.  I understood that the simple errands I once ran would need a bit more planning.  But I thought that by the time Isabelle was a tot, it would be a bit easier.  No.  Don't get me wrong, I have learned to leave the entire contents of her room at home for our outings.  But I never thought she would be the one who at 3 still completely runs the show.  While I have broke her "to go" bag down to a few simple must have items, and she can now get herself in the car, a trip to target means going down the toy and shoe isle, when all I need is some milk.  So I will always allot myself 20 extra minutes just for a simple gallon of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if this effects all mamas, but make-up.  I didn't know having a baby would forever change my skin.  I knew that there would be mood swings with my complexion during pregnancy, but the make-up that I used to once wear care free, now does not work at all.   Eye liner that never used to run, now runs and leaves me looking like a raccoon before lunch hour.  I have also had to switch to a more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;expensive&lt;/span&gt; make-up to get the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; pregnancy coverage I did with the cheaper stuff.  Bare Minerals is my new face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Care Free.  Before motherhood, I used to get up at 5 am to get ready for work, do my hair, makeup, cute outfit.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong, I do try to look at least put together now.  But let me tell you, my early mornings are not spent making myself pretty.  Instead I get up to watch the news, sip my coffee, and enjoy a quiet house.  A quiet house is my new pampering.  Who cares if my hair is in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ponytail&lt;/span&gt; for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  I truly never thought that I would get that into Isabelle's activities, and by that I mean her dance class, little gym classes, all the things we do in a week.  But I really enjoy seeing her learn and be independent.  I am not going to lie, when I learned that her dance class is not a mommy and me thing, I mean, she is only 3, I was sad to drop her off and wave bye.  She on the other hand practically pushed me away.  Again, that's all her daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  falling in love with her had made me want another.  Yes, me, who didn't even want one, was desperate for 2 by the time Isabelle reached 8 months.  Granted, we waited a bit before trying, to at least settle in our house, but I was pleasantly surprised by my own desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; that girl, the one who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whips&lt;/span&gt; out her kids photo for perfect strangers as I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gloat&lt;/span&gt; about my sweet girl.  I really never thought I would be that mom.   But I am.  Like I said, I made her from scratch and she is amazing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  Color me crazy, but with Isabelle came a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;slue&lt;/span&gt; of irrational fears.  I don't know why, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know how, but the littlest things make me worry.  The zoo, which I have expressed my fear about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;numerous&lt;/span&gt; times on this blog, was not always there.  I used to like the zoo.  Then I had a baby, and become completely wrecked at the thought of her going to visit man eating animals.  I know they are confined, but my mind has a tendency to wander and that is paired with my imagination fit for a 5 year old.  Bad combo for a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just a few of my mommy realizations.  Enjoy, share yours, then post them on Mama Kat's blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3922569772434890291?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3922569772434890291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/writers-workshop.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3922569772434890291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3922569772434890291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/writers-workshop.html' title='Writers Workshop'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7803553701802096094</id><published>2010-01-21T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T13:57:30.603-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><title type='text'>I'm Truckin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No, I did not drop my blog and kick it under the rug, although it may seem like that.  Truly I have missed blogging, life has kept me busy with other things this passed month.  First off, as much as I was a tad bit sad to take down my holiday decor, I was looking forward to getting back into my swing of things with the holidays passing.  Unfortunately, simply taking down some decorations does not guarantee after holiday relaxation.  Instead January has brought on all new plans.  Our computer and its home I call a desk, has been moved to the basement.....And the basement is currently a war zone.  No joke, I seriously dread coming down here.  I am not shy to admit that I am an organizational clean freak of a person, but my basement has endured a tornado, and it is depressing to be down here.  We are currently gutting it...all of it, then repainting and hopefully, budget willing, refurnishing.  I smell a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;.  It smells like cold pizza on a early morning.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Yummmm&lt;/span&gt;!  But in the mean time, I am still on gutting.  Such a dirty word.  Eeeewwwwww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the gutting part is the worst!  It's messy, it seems unending, my husband is a hopeless sentimental pack rat!  Getting him to part with a ninja turtle lamp with his name on it that is just plain old, dirty...and OLD ( yes, two olds were necessary) is like asking  Mama &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dugger&lt;/span&gt; to stop having babies.  Just. Not. Happening.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nothing&lt;/span&gt;' but love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mitchelle&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; but love.  Big fan.   No, in all seriousness, get me through the gutting stage and I can see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you got that the basement has been an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;obstacle&lt;/span&gt;, pictures to come, but then there is the nursery that has not even taken flight.  Really I have plenty of time and I don't want to rush before learning the sex.  Yeah that's right, we are going all out on a theme, so lets not get ahead of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;our self&lt;/span&gt;.  But that too is another project that has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;occupying&lt;/span&gt; my mind and giving me one more thing to accomplish.  And lets not forget, I have limited spending, and life is not free so come on winning lotto numbers!   That is unless that means I get hit by a bus a week later, I'll do without the mega millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One name : Isabelle. Holy Moly 3 is a new ball game and such an adventure.   This kid has got my going going gone. I swear I loved her with all my heart the day she was born, but I think my heart is growing, because she and I are bonding more and more.  It seems like the more she becomes a little person, the more I just can't help but be totally enthralled with her and all she has to say.  She is amazing, and my greatest joy.  But she is also kicking my a$$, busy is not the word.   This kids got major energy, and is slowly rebelling against naps.  And with me growing another joy, I could really come to appreciate her needing those things.  Mainly because I shall like to join her.  Too bad she's got things to do, zoo's to visit, dance class the tap, and tea parties to have.  Her life is too busy to squeeze in a nap.  Bye Bye afternoon blog hour....I shall miss our tender moments and my fellow mommy banters.  I get such good advice from you other ladies out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I have certainly not forgot you, I simply have to find better time management to enjoy this engagement.   I shall certainly try to be around more.  Heck, I have so many new projects you know I love to share the befores, afters, durings.  I shall be around, if not always to write, but to at least spy on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7803553701802096094?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7803553701802096094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-truckin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7803553701802096094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7803553701802096094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-truckin.html' title='I&apos;m Truckin'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4487135413215025901</id><published>2009-12-29T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T07:32:34.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>I've Been On A Mini Break</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I have neglected my blog for what seems like an eternity.  But I assure you I have good reason.   I have been ridiculously ill and when I am not ill I am sleeping.  Yes, the toilet is my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt;.  I spend my time camping out next to it, and then when I eat, nothing will stay where it belongs.  Why?  Well we finally have a new baby on the way.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!  After a long long L.O.N.G time of trying, it turns out the one month I decided to just give up, would turn out to be the month that would work.  So while I am extremely over joyed, and very excited for the nursery makeover to be, I am currently in my first trimester, which means I am having morning sickness.  Only mine lasts all. day. long.  big fun.  So here's to a new year, and new baby, and new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIY's&lt;/span&gt; that are soon to be in the mix! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hugs!&lt;br /&gt;Jolie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4487135413215025901?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4487135413215025901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-on-mini-break.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4487135413215025901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4487135413215025901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/ive-been-on-mini-break.html' title='I&apos;ve Been On A Mini Break'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-78723377602009168</id><published>2009-12-17T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T07:09:04.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Decor'/><title type='text'>More Festives</title><content type='html'>You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; remember my summer wreaths that I had made to freshen up my home this past summer.  Well this holiday would only be fitting to have a Christmas wreath for my living room shelf that Jack and I made.   I had told the hubs that I wanted to center a wreath on the top shelf when the holiday season was near, and here we are less than two week till the big day, and me with no wreath.   I was looking, high, low, east and west, nothing really seemed to stick out for the shelf.   Then I remember how much I enjoyed making my summer wreaths, and how much dough I banked doing it myself.   Wreaths are so much cheaper when you make them yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt;.  I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt;.  And you know what I found?  Next to nothing.   The store was pretty much cleaned out.   I had spoke to one of the clerks, and she told me that around Dec. 1st, the store gets extremely busy with all those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DIYers&lt;/span&gt;, who also plan to make their house festive.  So my getting there two weeks later left me with the scraps.   I did manage to find a few things, a plain wreath, some silver ribbon, and some silver mini bells.  I had wanted large silver bells to place around the wreath, but they were long gone.  After that I simply hoped to find some things around my house to make the wreath a little more fancy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;schmancy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHdXyL3fI/AAAAAAAABCg/2GvS5Ebbi6w/s1600-h/IMG_0614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHdXyL3fI/AAAAAAAABCg/2GvS5Ebbi6w/s400/IMG_0614.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416220071792729586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tie bells and ribbon around wreath loosely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHdy9Za-I/AAAAAAAABCo/_JTCdoWHTCo/s1600-h/IMG_0619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHdy9Za-I/AAAAAAAABCo/_JTCdoWHTCo/s400/IMG_0619.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416220079087512546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Repeat over and over.  Then tuck in white glitter snowflakes that you will find in your closet.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, everyone has them in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHeMd6XqI/AAAAAAAABCw/9TiZZ4AjIh4/s1600-h/IMG_0623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHeMd6XqI/AAAAAAAABCw/9TiZZ4AjIh4/s400/IMG_0623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416220085934775970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little sparse, but will due.  I plan to add to it when I come across more decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHe_G55RI/AAAAAAAABC4/91vQ4ytlkts/s1600-h/IMG_0625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHe_G55RI/AAAAAAAABC4/91vQ4ytlkts/s400/IMG_0625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416220099528484114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ooooooohhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ahhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHfWfxLOI/AAAAAAAABDA/bdot13ISqCo/s1600-h/IMG_0646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHfWfxLOI/AAAAAAAABDA/bdot13ISqCo/s400/IMG_0646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416220105806785762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's it for my wreath for now.   Any of you make your own holiday wreaths?  Got any fun ideas for me?  I'm always up for new projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-78723377602009168?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/78723377602009168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-festives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/78723377602009168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/78723377602009168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-festives.html' title='More Festives'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SypHdXyL3fI/AAAAAAAABCg/2GvS5Ebbi6w/s72-c/IMG_0614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-5494299865279281483</id><published>2009-12-08T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:04:15.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Decor'/><title type='text'>Making It Festive.</title><content type='html'>I have been slowly decorating my house with each day that comes.  You would think that I would just whip it all out on one day, and be done with it, but that is not the case here, and for good reason.   I don't really have a lot of holiday decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only our second Christmas in this house, and with shopping for all our loved ones, it just doesn't make sense to spend a lot of money on all things Christmas for the house.  So what do I do, I buy as I go.  If I see a good deal on a holiday item that I really want to add to my decor, I buy it.  I have noticed that in the last two weeks, I have found a lot of great deals here and there on holiday decor, while shopping for my loved ones, and I haven't broke the bank buying these things.  Score!  Not to mention,  there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; something special about adding to your holiday decor as the season goes, and throughout the years.  Things you buy little by little, tend to be more meaningful, rather then just going out, picking up whatever appeals to you $200.00 later, and then calling it quits.  It's much for fun to do it in steps.  Or so I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is just a few things I have purchased so far this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Red Barry twigs were $1.00 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, and while I didn't know where I wanted to use them at first, soon as I got home I found the prefect location in this green vase.  They look right at home with my white flowers.  And how perfect that the colors are red, white, and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eVzcKkaI/AAAAAAAABBo/r115natQgAE/s1600-h/IMG_0557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eVzcKkaI/AAAAAAAABBo/r115natQgAE/s400/IMG_0557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937899568697762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Snow globe was $5.00 at Target, and the Snowflake candle base was $3.00 at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kohl's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eWdwzYXI/AAAAAAAABBw/a6k5QsoZoRc/s1600-h/IMG_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eWdwzYXI/AAAAAAAABBw/a6k5QsoZoRc/s400/IMG_0556.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937910929547634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I bought two of these mini wreaths for a $1.00 each at Pat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Catans&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eVXx2z2I/AAAAAAAABBg/TEWvv9xZbYk/s1600-h/IMG_0574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eVXx2z2I/AAAAAAAABBg/TEWvv9xZbYk/s400/IMG_0574.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937892143484770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my ordinary bird cage candle holder festive, just by draping the wreath over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eUV7svLI/AAAAAAAABBQ/zA9lCQwRJv0/s1600-h/IMG_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eUV7svLI/AAAAAAAABBQ/zA9lCQwRJv0/s400/IMG_0573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937874468027570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mini tree was a $1.00 at Target, and the mini decorations are from the Dollar Store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eVAPpuOI/AAAAAAAABBY/RbLNPL-kOLk/s1600-h/IMG_0571.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eVAPpuOI/AAAAAAAABBY/RbLNPL-kOLk/s400/IMG_0571.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937885826005218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a few red candles to change throughout the house from the Dollar Store as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6g2Q5BKRI/AAAAAAAABB4/O_qgjruaeF0/s1600-h/IMG_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6g2Q5BKRI/AAAAAAAABB4/O_qgjruaeF0/s400/IMG_0567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412940656253413650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6g3LNFtII/AAAAAAAABCI/I5mQK56DsmA/s1600-h/IMG_0560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6g3LNFtII/AAAAAAAABCI/I5mQK56DsmA/s400/IMG_0560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412940671906854018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little tree.... Free, from a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6g2xkj9oI/AAAAAAAABCA/j7Yj821DI2E/s1600-h/IMG_0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6g2xkj9oI/AAAAAAAABCA/j7Yj821DI2E/s400/IMG_0561.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412940665025984130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Stocking are PB, I just couldn't resist.  But I got them triply on sale last year, and I am stoked about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6g3kOsDuI/AAAAAAAABCQ/SI9TcTHx5hY/s1600-h/IMG_0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6g3kOsDuI/AAAAAAAABCQ/SI9TcTHx5hY/s400/IMG_0566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412940678624448226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-5494299865279281483?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5494299865279281483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-it-festive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5494299865279281483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/5494299865279281483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/making-it-festive.html' title='Making It Festive.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sx6eVzcKkaI/AAAAAAAABBo/r115natQgAE/s72-c/IMG_0557.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4380693755402292900</id><published>2009-12-05T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T05:51:46.844-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Decor'/><title type='text'>Holiday Cards = Chaos</title><content type='html'>I have been a busy bee.  Trying to get my house ready to Santa and his trusty reindeer, and then to top it off, shopping like a maniac with a craving for all things on sale.  Big fun.  Last night Jack and I gave a our debit card a brake from all the swiping, stayed in and had my future sister in law come over to take our holiday photo.  Yes, we do it up casual on our cards.  Just like last year, we stand in front of our tree, smile, and hope to get a good pic to send out.  Usually we do, it just depends on what definition of good you are going for.  Good, everyone is smiling nicely and ALL looking at the camera, OR Good, the pic will definitely make those who receive it smile, do to the pure hilariousness we have bestowed upon their eyes.  Usually it's number 2, or letter B.  Only this year, we got to throw a Winnie dog into the mix, take that for what you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle not even looking at the camera.  First take in, she has already decided she does NOT want to do this.   F.A.B.U.L.O.U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sxpg_oSNa7I/AAAAAAAABAA/wkm3XOhe4Qc/s1600-h/IMG_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sxpg_oSNa7I/AAAAAAAABAA/wkm3XOhe4Qc/s400/IMG_0542.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411744548500892594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie trying to get free, Isabelle going after her, Jack laughing at the situation, ME, still smiling at the camera, hoping to get a good pic (letter A. type of good.)  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxphA5SkzMI/AAAAAAAABAY/hG3VgXi_7P0/s1600-h/IMG_0548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxphA5SkzMI/AAAAAAAABAY/hG3VgXi_7P0/s400/IMG_0548.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411744570245696706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets huddle and cover up all evidence of the tree.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxphBU-rymI/AAAAAAAABAg/Rhd55EPFE50/s1600-h/IMG_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxphBU-rymI/AAAAAAAABAg/Rhd55EPFE50/s400/IMG_0549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411744577678461538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie begging God to just take her already, me talking, per usual.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxphAVht1LI/AAAAAAAABAQ/MxalNxFcPYw/s1600-h/IMG_0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxphAVht1LI/AAAAAAAABAQ/MxalNxFcPYw/s400/IMG_0547.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411744560645526706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would have been cute, had Winnie not decided to bite off Isabelle's hand.  It was a clean break, no worries.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxphAO-3YpI/AAAAAAAABAI/WYbHyNakcqw/s1600-h/IMG_0545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxphAO-3YpI/AAAAAAAABAI/WYbHyNakcqw/s400/IMG_0545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411744558888739474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Words, Thanks Isabelle.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjHMmkK7I/AAAAAAAABAo/nAbWoJCIaHo/s1600-h/IMG_0550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjHMmkK7I/AAAAAAAABAo/nAbWoJCIaHo/s400/IMG_0550.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411746877532285874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are we done &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YEEEEEETTTTT&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjHqfv0wI/AAAAAAAABAw/YIRkiX4gdwI/s1600-h/IMG_0551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjHqfv0wI/AAAAAAAABAw/YIRkiX4gdwI/s400/IMG_0551.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411746885556753154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....I L.O.V.E.D. this pic when I was looking at it on the back of my mini camera screen.  Everyone looked half way decent.  Then I uploaded it and I was shocked at what I found upon seeing it on the big screen.  Jack looks like Edward Cullen about to feast!  Does he not?  I mean, really....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;reeeeaaaaalllyyyy&lt;/span&gt;, look at the eyes, either he is thinking about me in some cute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nighty&lt;/span&gt; wear, or he has gone all vampire on me.  I mean I know I love Edward, but this is a bit much.   If I say I love Tarzan, I really hope he does not take that as a cue for a loin clothe a baby rub.  Not. My. Thing.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjH8vWXlI/AAAAAAAABA4/MkCrEDusmL4/s1600-h/IMG_0555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjH8vWXlI/AAAAAAAABA4/MkCrEDusmL4/s400/IMG_0555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411746890454031954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course, when we are all done with the group shots, Belle was ready for the camera, smiling all sweet like.  Go figure.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjIc1TjfI/AAAAAAAABBI/mlnNQjNjpD4/s1600-h/IMG_0517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjIc1TjfI/AAAAAAAABBI/mlnNQjNjpD4/s400/IMG_0517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411746899068947954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is rather cute.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjICTQg_I/AAAAAAAABBA/21HBmNchfXs/s1600-h/isabelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SxpjICTQg_I/AAAAAAAABBA/21HBmNchfXs/s400/isabelle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411746891946820594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4380693755402292900?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4380693755402292900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-cards-chaos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4380693755402292900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4380693755402292900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-cards-chaos.html' title='Holiday Cards = Chaos'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sxpg_oSNa7I/AAAAAAAABAA/wkm3XOhe4Qc/s72-c/IMG_0542.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-2155366908709061052</id><published>2009-11-23T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:01:09.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Decor'/><title type='text'>Tis The Season</title><content type='html'>To make ornaments!  And that is what Isabelle and I did.  I might also add that we, as in, I was a little anxious, and already have my tree up and glowing.  I wanted to break out the holiday music, but lets not get ahead of myself.  I want to first enjoy over stuffing myself with turkey and all things artery clogging.  Anyhow, on to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ornament&lt;/span&gt; making fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was seriously such a fun project to do with Isabelle.  And it can be yours for the low price of 5.44 and all the goodies you have in your craft closet.    All I did was go up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Michael's&lt;/span&gt;, buy some clear ornament balls, this was where the 5.44 came into play, brought them home, and filled them with all things fun!  (Basically anything that fits into a small hole!) And The ornaments turned out gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready, set, PICS!.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Glass balls, fake pine tree sprigs, white sand, silver glitter, mini sliver bells, white feathers, and some glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SwrzzRKE_VI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/IZ8RuqtYYeE/s1600/IMG_0352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SwrzzRKE_VI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/IZ8RuqtYYeE/s400/IMG_0352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407402364716252498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isabelle putting some bells in one of the glass balls.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swrz0KuuG7I/AAAAAAAAA-o/_BVMFbb3Y2w/s1600/IMG_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swrz0KuuG7I/AAAAAAAAA-o/_BVMFbb3Y2w/s400/IMG_0360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407402380170763186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swrzzz1HIbI/AAAAAAAAA-g/MCIdlw_E0Tw/s1600/IMG_0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swrzzz1HIbI/AAAAAAAAA-g/MCIdlw_E0Tw/s400/IMG_0357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407402374023553458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of mommy, Isabelle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;managed&lt;/span&gt; to put sand in another &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ornament&lt;/span&gt; and then a tree sprig.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr1FoRfZaI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nzoterGtWiA/s1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr1FoRfZaI/AAAAAAAAA_I/nzoterGtWiA/s400/IMG_0368.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407403779670631842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bells and Feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swrz0eK95TI/AAAAAAAAA-w/uFXpAYiOb94/s1600/IMG_0369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swrz0eK95TI/AAAAAAAAA-w/uFXpAYiOb94/s400/IMG_0369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407402385389511986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bells, Feather, and Pine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr1FNhF7iI/AAAAAAAAA_A/fWynSLxRQKw/s1600/IMG_0377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr1FNhF7iI/AAAAAAAAA_A/fWynSLxRQKw/s400/IMG_0377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407403772488314402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swrz0m8rGnI/AAAAAAAAA-4/UfT0DImLh7o/s1600/ornament.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 359px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swrz0m8rGnI/AAAAAAAAA-4/UfT0DImLh7o/s400/ornament.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407402387745479282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our slim tree.  Perfect for our main floor living space.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr1FxxOYAI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/2Hrfx8gbE8w/s1600/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr1FxxOYAI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/2Hrfx8gbE8w/s400/IMG_0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407403782219653122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; And of course some mistletoe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr1GM6krLI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/FkizaGXEYJA/s1600/IMG_0424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr1GM6krLI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/FkizaGXEYJA/s400/IMG_0424.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407403789506620594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here are just a few of my favorites.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr2r1QBzYI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bXwLNY_eQ14/s1600/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr2r1QBzYI/AAAAAAAAA_g/bXwLNY_eQ14/s400/IMG_0373.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407405535500815746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr2siP66UI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Ej0mC5z5yhk/s1600/IMG_0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr2siP66UI/AAAAAAAAA_w/Ej0mC5z5yhk/s400/IMG_0406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407405547579959618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr2sa3wvJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Rbn1W6rc8OA/s1600/IMG_0400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr2sa3wvJI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Rbn1W6rc8OA/s400/IMG_0400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407405545599581330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr2s6b3W5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/2fGCfRT5nO8/s1600/IMG_0434.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Swr2s6b3W5I/AAAAAAAAA_4/2fGCfRT5nO8/s400/IMG_0434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407405554072509330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-2155366908709061052?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2155366908709061052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2155366908709061052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/2155366908709061052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/tis-season.html' title='Tis The Season'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SwrzzRKE_VI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/IZ8RuqtYYeE/s72-c/IMG_0352.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-8440649482762178709</id><published>2009-11-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T07:48:27.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Advice'/><title type='text'>Private Vs. Puplic.</title><content type='html'>Ever since Isabelle was born, Jack has said she would go to a private school.  In our area, we are fortunate enough to have a wide variety to choose from, however, none of which come cheap.  We also have a quaint elementary school just a few houses down from mine, that I have heard wonderful things about.  Now this school is not a private school, however, it is only a fraction of the cost.   Jack is still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insistent&lt;/span&gt; on Isabelle getting a private school education.  He firmly believes they are better, and it is the only schooling he has ever known.  While I have agreed to send her to a private school, I have only agreed because I do not feel the public ones in our area are as great as I would like.  I went to public school my whole life, and I feel that I received a great education, but I also lived  a small town that had excellent school systems.  The only crime my hometown had ever seen was kids staying out passed curfew.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woop&lt;/span&gt; De &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Doo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this being said, Jack and I had a heated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;discussion&lt;/span&gt; last night about what we were going to do.  Isabelle will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt; for school in only two short years, and we need to be ready as well.   My worry comes in due to the fact that I am not sure how we will ever afford the private schooling.  I think if we did it, we would be living close to paycheck to paycheck, and never be able to save money for future &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;expenses&lt;/span&gt;.  And if we are not saving, how are we going to come up with college money?  Ugh, such stress.  I know college is years away, but with how fast each year comes and goes, I fear I will be sending her tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack then said that if he had to, he would work 3 jobs to send her to the best school.  I think that is very sweet and I know he has her best interest at heart, but, would that really work out in the long run.  We would never see one another, he would always be away, we would still have little money.  After that, he suggested we move.  He feels that if we cannot do private school, we will move to a town that has excellent public schools.   I do want only the best for my child.  But I also feel it is best that she see both her mom and dad regularly.  We sit down every night and have dinner together, no TV, just family time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your take on private and public schooling?  Any advice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-8440649482762178709?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8440649482762178709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/private-vs-puplic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8440649482762178709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8440649482762178709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/private-vs-puplic.html' title='Private Vs. Puplic.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-8162612573706495681</id><published>2009-11-06T04:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T05:46:26.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>Not Quite Finished Yet....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I wanted to at least keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the status of the mini project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, it's a shelf for above my couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( The crown on the top still needs stained.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQWAc6e9oI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/QZ9QY-0V1AY/s1600-h/IMG_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQWAc6e9oI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/QZ9QY-0V1AY/s400/IMG_0138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400966050141369986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQWAor-JhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/w8AeMdgQWyY/s1600-h/IMG_0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQWAor-JhI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/w8AeMdgQWyY/s400/IMG_0141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400966053301724690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a lot went into making this baby.  First I had to map out a plan, then Mr. Jack had to build my masterpiece.  Really, building it took but maybe two hours, including measuring and cutting.  After that it was all on me.  First stain, then comes poly, thirdly hanging it (securely into studs) and lastly adding crown.  Well....maybe not lastly, I still need to stain and poly the crown, and I still want to accessorize my shelf with more family photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard at work adding the crown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZKIMmulI/AAAAAAAAA9g/-FMfggpKGWY/s1600-h/IMG_0113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZKIMmulI/AAAAAAAAA9g/-FMfggpKGWY/s400/IMG_0113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400969514913806930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the crown was up, it was time to start accessorizing.  My mom handed down some old photos to me that I had been itching to put into frames.  Here is my grandparent's on their wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZKccJb4I/AAAAAAAAA9o/5IXuu8462rM/s1600-h/IMG_0124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZKccJb4I/AAAAAAAAA9o/5IXuu8462rM/s400/IMG_0124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400969520347705218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZKp3V72I/AAAAAAAAA9w/CvNps3kmQRE/s1600-h/close+grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZKp3V72I/AAAAAAAAA9w/CvNps3kmQRE/s400/close+grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400969523951431522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, my dad started the oddest collections for me.  I never really cared for them much, nor did I appreciate them.  Stamps was one of the items he used to collect for me.  I have binders and binders of antique stamps, and even more bags worth.  I never really educated myself on them or what makes them special.  I guess just the fact that my dad put so much effort into seeking out the rarest ones just for me makes them special.  As a 9 year old, I didn't care much.  Now as an adult, I look through them and appreciate how gorgeous these stamps are.  I chose some of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fav's&lt;/span&gt; and framed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZK3XPIgI/AAAAAAAAA94/MDWcc4x4nRI/s1600-h/IMG_0121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZK3XPIgI/AAAAAAAAA94/MDWcc4x4nRI/s400/IMG_0121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400969527574864386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZLZejOTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/t4GovHpndyY/s1600-h/IMG_0128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQZLZejOTI/AAAAAAAAA-A/t4GovHpndyY/s400/IMG_0128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400969536732346674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will be back with more pics after the crown is stained and I get my other photos framed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jolie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-8162612573706495681?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8162612573706495681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-quite-finished-yet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8162612573706495681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/8162612573706495681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/not-quite-finished-yet.html' title='Not Quite Finished Yet....'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvQWAc6e9oI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/QZ9QY-0V1AY/s72-c/IMG_0138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1230453616566768980</id><published>2009-11-03T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:45:59.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>Moving On.......</title><content type='html'>To yet &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; house project.  I am telling you, this household does not get tired of mini makeovers, house projects, fix'its.  You name it, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to have this new project done and up by this weekend.  But in the mean time, here are some pics to help give you some ideas on what this could be and where it is going....big fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All put together, ready for stain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBdbzfYdeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ZYW9l30Ymj8/s1600-h/IMG_0097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBdbzfYdeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ZYW9l30Ymj8/s400/IMG_0097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918685476910562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBdce2-NII/AAAAAAAAA80/CP3PHqzTJho/s1600-h/IMG_0098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBdce2-NII/AAAAAAAAA80/CP3PHqzTJho/s400/IMG_0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918697118577794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want with a walnut stain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBddNzJThI/AAAAAAAAA9E/S64weLEzVFE/s1600-h/IMG_0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBddNzJThI/AAAAAAAAA9E/S64weLEzVFE/s400/IMG_0102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918709718994450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBdckGpYLI/AAAAAAAAA88/C_cNh5n3ab4/s1600-h/IMG_0100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBdckGpYLI/AAAAAAAAA88/C_cNh5n3ab4/s400/IMG_0100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918698526498994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-1230453616566768980?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1230453616566768980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1230453616566768980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1230453616566768980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/moving-on.html' title='Moving On.......'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SvBdbzfYdeI/AAAAAAAAA8s/ZYW9l30Ymj8/s72-c/IMG_0097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7268129290464784292</id><published>2009-11-01T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T06:40:16.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Off To See The Wizard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The wonderful wizard of Oz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was a hit, and Isabelle had a blast.  The weather was okay, could have been worse, could have been better, but we will take what we can get.  No snow or rain = happy trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle was Dorothy Gayle from Kansas, and often told each residents we visited.  And if I slipped up and called her Isabelle, she was eager to correct me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great.  I took her out the first half while Jack gave out candy at our house.  Our neighborhood is packed with kiddos, and there is an elementary school just a few houses down from mine.  Our street seems to be the prime place to trick or treat.  About halfway through, Jack and I switched so he could take her out while I passed out candy, then it was off to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt; house to show off Belle's costume and do even more trick or treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Su2N_sA-QjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/vsMVNZPht-E/s1600-h/IMG_0088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Su2N_sA-QjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/vsMVNZPht-E/s400/IMG_0088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399127653573607986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Su2N_9DX4NI/AAAAAAAAA8k/sWLxy85x8Yo/s1600-h/IMG_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Su2N_9DX4NI/AAAAAAAAA8k/sWLxy85x8Yo/s400/IMG_0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399127658147078354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7268129290464784292?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7268129290464784292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/off-to-see-wizard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7268129290464784292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7268129290464784292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/off-to-see-wizard.html' title='Off To See The Wizard!'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Su2N_sA-QjI/AAAAAAAAA8c/vsMVNZPht-E/s72-c/IMG_0088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-604263598516618249</id><published>2009-10-29T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T06:03:25.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reminiscing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>My peanut is 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Note to all, this is a post I have had prepared for over a month now and I had wanted to post it on Isabelle  birthday.   However, since we had no computer, I didn't get to share my memory lane with all of you.  It is two days after her birthday and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; have a comp. up and running.  I am still going to post it....even though it's a little late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to get all choked up on you guys, but my infant that I just finished growing is turning 3 today.  Is it weird that I am crying?  I have always felt that life went too fast, but bringing a baby into the mix sure does make that time go into turbo speed.  It has been three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; wonderful years.  I have loved each and every single moment of my role as a mommy.  The tantrums, the public displays of screaming, the first I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;you's&lt;/span&gt;, the one more story mommy...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pleeeeezzzz&lt;/span&gt;?  All of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle, you have been such a joy to have as a daughter.  You truly are such a caring, sweet, loving individual, and you amaze daddy and I everyday.  Thank you so much for being mommies alarm clock, and always making me smile so proud.  You are nothing short of a blessing and the best thing by far daddy and I could have ever done.  Nothing compares to you, darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for your unconditional love for me while I figure out the world of child rearing.  Thank you for bringing so many funny moments into our memory book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Oook&lt;/span&gt; Mommy, Buttons!"  -Isabelle pointing to Jack's nipples 1 1/2 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Monkey, red butt...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ewwwww&lt;/span&gt;"  Isabelle pointing to the baboons bottom at the zoo.  1 1/2 yrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack- 10 o'clock at night  "Isabelle aren't you tired?"&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle-  "No I not tired."&lt;br /&gt;Jack-  "Are you lying?"&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle-  "No, I not a lion...ROAR!!!!"  2 yrs old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lowes&lt;/span&gt; screaming to Isabelle who is running ahead of me-  "STOP!"&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle- Turns around and says  "In the name of love"  -Just the other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle singing Micheal Jackson's- Thriller....in her words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mr. Taylor!!!!  Taylor's nice..."  rather than, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Thrillerrrrr&lt;/span&gt;....thriller nights...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I will also share some of our most precious moments......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This makes my heart ache.  Welcome little angel, I love you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmDcVbDZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4H2i23Hj3e8/s1600-h/IMG_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmDcVbDZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4H2i23Hj3e8/s400/IMG_0524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389654325898972562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmFIl7RsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/iSW0_JMNYKk/s1600-h/IMG_0514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmFIl7RsI/AAAAAAAAA2E/iSW0_JMNYKk/s400/IMG_0514.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389654354959222466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First burp:  This took place maybe two hours after she came into the world.  Excuse the most beautiful pudgy, swollen face ever.   So precious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmDwszxmI/AAAAAAAAA10/3-3jXnDkHC8/s1600-h/IMG_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmDwszxmI/AAAAAAAAA10/3-3jXnDkHC8/s400/IMG_0526.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389654331365770850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmEr0bB9I/AAAAAAAAA18/fMnsultiNn8/s1600-h/IMG_0534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmEr0bB9I/AAAAAAAAA18/fMnsultiNn8/s400/IMG_0534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389654347235395538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Belle arrived.  My grandparents came to meet their first great grandchild.  God bless you grandma, you are missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumHVi4jk5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/wIPftMQ0lrc/s1600-h/IMG_0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumHVi4jk5I/AAAAAAAAA7M/wIPftMQ0lrc/s400/IMG_0554.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397994432591270802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mommy could never leave your side, not even to let you sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrTjWsD3I/AAAAAAAAA20/YjApKMSHPys/s1600-h/IMG_0663.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrTjWsD3I/AAAAAAAAA20/YjApKMSHPys/s400/IMG_0663.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389660100219375474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2eyJy1RI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kzU9DvroV-I/s1600-h/IMG_1374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2eyJy1RI/AAAAAAAAA4E/kzU9DvroV-I/s400/IMG_1374.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389672387798291730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Play time with daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrR9T4xMI/AAAAAAAAA2c/s7LVAAHHGvo/s1600-h/IMG_2214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrR9T4xMI/AAAAAAAAA2c/s7LVAAHHGvo/s400/IMG_2214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389660072827208898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You were hamming up the camera early on.  Such a cutie pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrSTnf5jI/AAAAAAAAA2k/tPufIWn6Isg/s1600-h/IMG_2240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrSTnf5jI/AAAAAAAAA2k/tPufIWn6Isg/s400/IMG_2240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389660078815045170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrRT47HdI/AAAAAAAAA2U/K0ZJ9lZ6nQc/s1600-h/IMG_2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrRT47HdI/AAAAAAAAA2U/K0ZJ9lZ6nQc/s400/IMG_2216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389660061708262866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2fcBFPTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/HQj_9hGMRYU/s1600-h/IMG_2417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2fcBFPTI/AAAAAAAAA4M/HQj_9hGMRYU/s400/IMG_2417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389672399036038450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent many fun days at the park just laying in the grass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrS0EkOLI/AAAAAAAAA2s/h16VKj3TVi8/s1600-h/IMG_2712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvrS0EkOLI/AAAAAAAAA2s/h16VKj3TVi8/s400/IMG_2712.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389660087526897842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwQv5yohI/AAAAAAAAA28/dB1wPNpbCfE/s1600-h/IMG_2535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwQv5yohI/AAAAAAAAA28/dB1wPNpbCfE/s400/IMG_2535.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389665549606363666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always such a good mama.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwTFBieoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gkC4pNvpkQo/s1600-h/IMG_3223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwTFBieoI/AAAAAAAAA3c/gkC4pNvpkQo/s400/IMG_3223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389665589635742338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwSRyrSkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/mIra9SbaFKw/s1600-h/IMG_3220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwSRyrSkI/AAAAAAAAA3U/mIra9SbaFKw/s400/IMG_3220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389665575883196994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That purple Minnie was Aunt Carly's and was one of her favorites,  you took a liking to it as well, and it is now yours.  Thank you,  Aunt Carly!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvyyLUc0NI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7SzZyVikntY/s1600-h/IMG_3279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvyyLUc0NI/AAAAAAAAA3k/7SzZyVikntY/s400/IMG_3279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389668322924875986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssvyy5oYXtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/WxTCnoFlisk/s1600-h/IMG_3263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssvyy5oYXtI/AAAAAAAAA3s/WxTCnoFlisk/s400/IMG_3263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389668335356501714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwRZOFdAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Dcih6_ZDKuc/s1600-h/IMG_2610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwRZOFdAI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Dcih6_ZDKuc/s400/IMG_2610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389665560697336834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvyzefUv3I/AAAAAAAAA30/0CdlC114v7c/s1600-h/IMG_3272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvyzefUv3I/AAAAAAAAA30/0CdlC114v7c/s400/IMG_3272.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389668345250627442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Stubborn and determined.  Convinced she could carry that pumpkin home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2eI8PURI/AAAAAAAAA38/PbPFyyLkMpI/s1600-h/IMG_5557.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2eI8PURI/AAAAAAAAA38/PbPFyyLkMpI/s400/IMG_5557.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389672376735584530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwR0H_5SI/AAAAAAAAA3M/mNNN0i4hyFQ/s1600-h/IMG_7662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvwR0H_5SI/AAAAAAAAA3M/mNNN0i4hyFQ/s400/IMG_7662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389665567919564066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And then there's our first Christmas in our house.  Can't believe we are nearing the second one!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2f78fL4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/c5y7bipR9rc/s1600-h/IMG_5864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2f78fL4I/AAAAAAAAA4U/c5y7bipR9rc/s400/IMG_5864.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389672407606701954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2gVK5OKI/AAAAAAAAA4c/rGAhtJTUJnM/s1600-h/IMG_5915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssv2gVK5OKI/AAAAAAAAA4c/rGAhtJTUJnM/s400/IMG_5915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389672414378014882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Even after looking through these photo, there are still about a thousand more I would love to share with you.  I just do not have the time to upload them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday baby girl.  Unconditional love sweetie, always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-604263598516618249?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/604263598516618249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-peanut-is-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/604263598516618249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/604263598516618249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-peanut-is-3.html' title='My peanut is 3'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsvmDcVbDZI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4H2i23Hj3e8/s72-c/IMG_0524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3494447138679103455</id><published>2009-10-29T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:05:50.212-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Big Projects'/><title type='text'>All Moved In.</title><content type='html'>On the eve of Isabelle's 3rd birthday, I moved her into her brand new bedroom.  Her big girl bed was all set up, her new bedding (Shabby Chic Collection, Target) was ready to be used, and it was 2 a.m. before I was finished and was ready to lay her in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack brought up a good point, what if she wakes up and does not know where she is?  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  That did have me a little worried.  While Isabelle knew she was getting a new room, she had no idea when.  And I am sure she was not expecting to fall asleep in her old nursery and wake up in a completely new room, across the hall the following day.  Alas, all went well.  The birthday girl woke up extremely happy and excited about her new room and was aware of where she was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without further a due........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgjVnLIgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hKU0QTAet30/s1600-h/IMG_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgjVnLIgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hKU0QTAet30/s400/IMG_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022157337567746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgjvKj1VI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Xz0Rmg8xCBM/s1600-h/IMG_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgjvKj1VI/AAAAAAAAA8U/Xz0Rmg8xCBM/s400/IMG_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022164196873554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sumbnsw_OxI/AAAAAAAAA7s/BfxKj623Djo/s1600-h/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Sumbnsw_OxI/AAAAAAAAA7s/BfxKj623Djo/s400/IMG_0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398016734714084114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumbnSWGasI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Diw7dKaNiEw/s1600-h/IMG_0056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumbnSWGasI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Diw7dKaNiEw/s400/IMG_0056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398016727621987010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Tea Party table?  It came out great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgiiDRgaI/AAAAAAAAA78/u6FHuc50Zcs/s1600-h/IMG_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgiiDRgaI/AAAAAAAAA78/u6FHuc50Zcs/s400/IMG_0064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022143496782242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgiwV1z1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/w2SdAYDXakA/s1600-h/IMG_0065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgiwV1z1I/AAAAAAAAA8E/w2SdAYDXakA/s400/IMG_0065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398022147332755282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumbmxG6AmI/AAAAAAAAA7U/7uWQROfxQi4/s1600-h/IMG_0053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumbmxG6AmI/AAAAAAAAA7U/7uWQROfxQi4/s400/IMG_0053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398016718699889250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumbnJVHqXI/AAAAAAAAA7c/GlqTzFsHPQk/s1600-h/IMG_0054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumbnJVHqXI/AAAAAAAAA7c/GlqTzFsHPQk/s400/IMG_0054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398016725201955186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3494447138679103455?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3494447138679103455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-moved-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3494447138679103455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3494447138679103455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/all-moved-in.html' title='All Moved In.'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SumgjVnLIgI/AAAAAAAAA8M/hKU0QTAet30/s72-c/IMG_0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7070230612737904896</id><published>2009-10-28T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:56:46.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>So I have been without a computer two weeks as of today!!!!  It turned out our monitor died.  Let me tell you, I have been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;depressed&lt;/span&gt; without my computer.  I really learned how much my blog means to me.  It's not just about sharing my life with you, but even more so, having a peek into yours.  I find great security knowing other moms are out there that I can always seek advice through, even if it is via blog.  While I do work outside of the house 3 days a week, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; do not get a lot of one on one mom time, however, since creating this blog, I feel like I made my own personal window. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be up and running again, and I have oodles to share with you.  Lots has happened in my tow weeks away.  Isabelle turned 3 yesterday, we did a complete bedroom move and makeover, my sister in law got married, my whole little family was in it....like I said, so much to share.  I will post more tomorrow, but now I am off to read up on all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7070230612737904896?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7070230612737904896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7070230612737904896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7070230612737904896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-484788596179243260</id><published>2009-10-16T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T03:40:13.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>computer down</title><content type='html'>My computer is currently out of commission.  *Tear. On an exciting note, for me anyways, I now have a blackberry, which is what I am writing from. I hope to have my computer up soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-484788596179243260?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/484788596179243260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/computer-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/484788596179243260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/484788596179243260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/computer-down.html' title='computer down'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-4897431410873925826</id><published>2009-10-13T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T11:47:22.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabelle Is Moving</title><content type='html'>Into a bigger room.  That is right, Jack and I will be moving Isabelle into our other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;available&lt;/span&gt; bedroom, which is currently the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't we give her this room when we had originally moved in?  Because when we moved into this house, the office was actually open to the living room.  It had a large open doorway that went right into the living room, but it also had another entrance from the hallway, and it has always had a closet, therefore, it was intended to be a private room.  About 6 months after we moved in, Jack and I closed off the office to make it into the private bedroom we had wanted.  However, Isabelle was already all set up in the other bedroom, so we didn't want to make her move again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now with us getting ready to set up her big girl bed, the one that actually came with her bedroom set, we think that moving her into the larger space will actually be exciting for her.  Not only will she be getting her big girl bed set up, but she will also have a larger room, and she will get to pick out what she wants for her new space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Isabelle and I hit up a few stores and also shopped online.  I want to make this as fun for her as possible.  She is very in tune to what she likes, so I want her to choose for herself.   Of course we checked out PB kids, they have the best bedding ever!  She liked every single thing I showed her.  The hubs wasn't to thrilled with the prices, but for something like this, it really didn't matter to me.  It's her room, and I have budgeted for this for a while now.  (Love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sweetums&lt;/span&gt;!  You married me and my lavish taste.....remember that.   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Muah&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabelle and I then hit up target.  I must admit, there Shabby Chic collection is adorable, and Isabelle thought so too.   One trip down that isle had Isabelle begging for this adorable pink rosebud quilt.  I asked her about the ones we saw online and she wanted nothing to do with them.  Her mind was made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a sneak peek of what she picked out.  I bought the set.  The bedding, the bed skirt, pillow sham, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;.  I will be using her bedding as inspiration to create a space all her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StSq0j-Mr4I/AAAAAAAAA68/AhKfIwv4Xv4/s1600-h/IMG_9932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StSq0j-Mr4I/AAAAAAAAA68/AhKfIwv4Xv4/s400/IMG_9932.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392122473855364994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StSq1JNvsqI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bQbXP8RB1oA/s1600-h/IMG_9929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StSq1JNvsqI/AAAAAAAAA7E/bQbXP8RB1oA/s400/IMG_9929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392122483852685986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In other words, stay tune for the big reveal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-4897431410873925826?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4897431410873925826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/isabelle-is-moving.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4897431410873925826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/4897431410873925826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/isabelle-is-moving.html' title='Isabelle Is Moving'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StSq0j-Mr4I/AAAAAAAAA68/AhKfIwv4Xv4/s72-c/IMG_9932.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-3836043187622937637</id><published>2009-10-12T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T08:27:09.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kiddo&apos;s'/><title type='text'>Building A Table</title><content type='html'>A Tea Party Table to be exact.  For a long while now, I have been on the look out for an affordable, but durable wood table for Isabelle.  I wanted something for her to sit at when she has her tea parties, and plays house.  However, for a solid wood table, that has the durability to withstand a toddlers wrath, I was starting to get into a pricey pickle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked high, I looked low, checked out all the common stores we moms venture to when our kids are in need of something.   Everything I found was either plastic or painted fiber board.  Now don't get me wrong, I am not oppose to fiber board for some things.  But for a little tot to use, it just wont due.   When fiber board gets damp, it swells.  And I really do not want to pay $60.00 for something like that possibly happening. And as far as plastic goes, she already has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plastic&lt;/span&gt; picnic bench for when she's coloring, downstairs.  And the little plastic table will not go with the flow in her room.  I was looking for something more like this.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNBl2uvDwI/AAAAAAAAA50/-0b9mh1VrDU/s1600-h/pb+table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 338px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNBl2uvDwI/AAAAAAAAA50/-0b9mh1VrDU/s400/pb+table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391725297495117570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too bad this table is $169.00, and that is just not something Jack and I can afford.  Although it is so darn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After much research and thought, I talked to the hubs and we decided we could build her a solid wood table, for a lot less then was PB is asking for theirs.  I was only hopeful that ours would turn out just as charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lowe's&lt;/span&gt; and Home Depot to scope out what kind of wood pieces they have to offer.  We also needed to map out a plan of how exactly we were going to build this, to get an idea of what all we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some shopping, planning, mapping, and measuring, we came home with all the necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky for Jack, he already had the tool he needed for the job, so that made this process a lot more smooth, and easy to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFCGXpbeI/AAAAAAAAA58/9o88AyVmrHY/s1600-h/IMG_9891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFCGXpbeI/AAAAAAAAA58/9o88AyVmrHY/s400/IMG_9891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391729081264467426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky for us, Lowe's has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made thick, durable table tops ready for purchase.  We chose the medium size one for $16.00.  It is an inch and a half thick of solid wood.  Just what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFCmZPoLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/QDD_YVNt2E8/s1600-h/IMG_9900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFCmZPoLI/AAAAAAAAA6E/QDD_YVNt2E8/s400/IMG_9900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391729089861099698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also purchased a long 2x2, which we had planned to cut down as legs, and would also be used as the joints to attach the legs to the table top itself.  The long piece of 2x2 poplar, was $8.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home, Jack and his pal Nick got to work on cutting the joints and legs to attach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFDMxcZZI/AAAAAAAAA6M/DKCebbwc744/s1600-h/IMG_9897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFDMxcZZI/AAAAAAAAA6M/DKCebbwc744/s400/IMG_9897.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391729100163147154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack already had heavy duty screws and wood glue, to really hold this baby together.  Believe me, this table ain't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;braken&lt;/span&gt;'.  I should also add that this was a two day job.  One day went into cutting, gluing and clamping.  The next day was screwing everything he had glued, together.  You want to give the glue a full day to set, then screw everything together once ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFD3wXy2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/ebvmoZdza4I/s1600-h/IMG_9901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 402px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFD3wXy2I/AAAAAAAAA6U/ebvmoZdza4I/s400/IMG_9901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391729111701375842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After all the cuts we made, and everything was screwed into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFEdtJh4I/AAAAAAAAA6c/SES50kkADfI/s1600-h/IMG_9903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNFEdtJh4I/AAAAAAAAA6c/SES50kkADfI/s400/IMG_9903.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391729121888405378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is!   Now it just needs some paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNISzmx8_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/miheSwj8pKc/s1600-h/IMG_9906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNISzmx8_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/miheSwj8pKc/s400/IMG_9906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391732666820326386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNITgsuMvI/AAAAAAAAA6s/C7Hr4k8qLEc/s1600-h/IMG_9907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNITgsuMvI/AAAAAAAAA6s/C7Hr4k8qLEc/s400/IMG_9907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391732678924841714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where we are so far.  It's all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;primered&lt;/span&gt; and ready to go.  I think we are going with a creamy yellow for the actual color.  Soon as it is finished I will be posting pics.  Then again.  I may hold out on giving it to her.  She has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bday&lt;/span&gt; at the end of this month, lets hope I can wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNIUOs9LsI/AAAAAAAAA60/XjgrFqcWlaI/s1600-h/IMG_9915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNIUOs9LsI/AAAAAAAAA60/XjgrFqcWlaI/s400/IMG_9915.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391732691273854658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-3836043187622937637?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3836043187622937637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/building-table.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3836043187622937637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/3836043187622937637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/building-table.html' title='Building A Table'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/StNBl2uvDwI/AAAAAAAAA50/-0b9mh1VrDU/s72-c/pb+table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1425075729765652051</id><published>2009-10-07T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:42:08.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Pooch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Winnie Girl Update</title><content type='html'>I realize I have not had a Winnie update in quite some time.  She is doing very well, however, she is not the small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;itty&lt;/span&gt; bitty little 2 lb puppy that I brought home those 6 months ago.   She is just a few months shy of turning one years old, and is full grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder as to how small she was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyXy-6OgEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/tFCyb7URGrE/s1600-h/IMG_6517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyXy-6OgEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/tFCyb7URGrE/s400/IMG_6517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389849756192112706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyXzZyzmjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/S1KK7yHZiqE/s1600-h/IMG_7105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyXzZyzmjI/AAAAAAAAA4s/S1KK7yHZiqE/s400/IMG_7105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389849763408747058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyX0Oy5r-I/AAAAAAAAA40/qJAVjl0fFqM/s1600-h/IMG_7110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyX0Oy5r-I/AAAAAAAAA40/qJAVjl0fFqM/s400/IMG_7110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389849777636224994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyX0srvuZI/AAAAAAAAA48/6-hEjWLG50A/s1600-h/IMG_7109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyX0srvuZI/AAAAAAAAA48/6-hEjWLG50A/s400/IMG_7109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389849785659275666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here she is now, 6 month later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyYsLUqZNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/2cmdX8T18dk/s1600-h/IMG_9886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyYsLUqZNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/2cmdX8T18dk/s400/IMG_9886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389850738776761554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssyak4jhvGI/AAAAAAAAA5k/E0N-lzJY18M/s1600-h/IMG_9875.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/Ssyak4jhvGI/AAAAAAAAA5k/E0N-lzJY18M/s400/IMG_9875.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389852812503006306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyYspCDSWI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ryCFJwnJ9Kk/s1600-h/IMG_9869.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyYspCDSWI/AAAAAAAAA5M/ryCFJwnJ9Kk/s400/IMG_9869.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389850746751764834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyYtG78OkI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JeOATQEVUnE/s1600-h/IMG_9861.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyYtG78OkI/AAAAAAAAA5U/JeOATQEVUnE/s400/IMG_9861.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389850754779200066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still a bundle of joy and oh so cute!  Her fur is now curly and fluffy, and she is about 13 lbs.   She is amazing with Isabelle and they are the best of friends.  Perfect addition to our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and for those who have asked, she is a mini schnauzer.  Excellent dog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-1425075729765652051?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1425075729765652051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/winnie-girl-update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1425075729765652051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/1425075729765652051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/winnie-girl-update.html' title='Winnie Girl Update'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsyXy-6OgEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/tFCyb7URGrE/s72-c/IMG_6517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-7490401105305941529</id><published>2009-10-05T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T06:45:03.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulous Finds'/><title type='text'>Cutesy Hand Towels</title><content type='html'>So I went to one of the most dangerous stores known to the species of women.  Yes, it is right up there with Target, just below Pottery Barn, next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  It is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Max.   What was I thinking?  I know I know, not a good idea for a girl who loves to shop but needs to put her money elsewhere.  Darn little addiction.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to admit, kind of liking my little addiction and what it gets me, because I am in love with my new kitchen necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on the lookout for some nice baking goods storage containers, you know the ones that can hold flour, sugar, what have you.   I mean don't get me wrong, keeping my sugar and flour in the paper bag it comes in, with a second grocery store bag just for added security is great and all.  But I have been ready to move onto more stable storage upgrades.  Unfortunately for me, running to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and buying the first inexpensive glassware I see is just not an option, what I buy has to appeal to me.   This is also why nearly TWO YEARS into owning this home, have I just now finally found what I have been looking for.  Well, in the style I have been looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold my new sugar and flour containers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhEvjSXEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K0kHabsTpSM/s1600-h/IMG_9827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhEvjSXEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K0kHabsTpSM/s400/IMG_9827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297006958238786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that they came with the vintage style label holder already in place, and yet with the square shape it gives a touch of modern to the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice the design on the paper which I chose to use as the labels.  It is from my scrap book backgrounds, and I also chose this same pattern for my kitchen picture frames.  I love the color it bring to the room and the design of the pattern itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhFP700sI/AAAAAAAAA0U/CAdiVROWRrA/s1600-h/IMG_9832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhFP700sI/AAAAAAAAA0U/CAdiVROWRrA/s400/IMG_9832.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297015651095234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhFieGTuI/AAAAAAAAA0c/o5RIyrHIgbo/s1600-h/IMG_9825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhFieGTuI/AAAAAAAAA0c/o5RIyrHIgbo/s400/IMG_9825.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297020626685666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhGLZXnJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NRpyrpBMvyY/s1600-h/IMG_9826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhGLZXnJI/AAAAAAAAA0k/NRpyrpBMvyY/s400/IMG_9826.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297031612701842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhGxSe5gI/AAAAAAAAA0s/cnGeWFRJftM/s1600-h/IMG_9830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhGxSe5gI/AAAAAAAAA0s/cnGeWFRJftM/s400/IMG_9830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389297041784366594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My shopping didn't end there.  I even scored these cutesy hand towels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqjyCBKtJI/AAAAAAAAA00/_QbhtVnPmxg/s1600-h/IMG_9836.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqjyCBKtJI/AAAAAAAAA00/_QbhtVnPmxg/s400/IMG_9836.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389299984032773266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such flair, such style, such total cute cutesy kitchen decor!   And I can't help but point out the mini pleated skirt that one of the towels sports.  Britney &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Spears's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; school uniforms has nothing on this towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqjytV6uSI/AAAAAAAAA08/Sx-LkEwLO2E/s1600-h/IMG_9837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqjytV6uSI/AAAAAAAAA08/Sx-LkEwLO2E/s400/IMG_9837.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389299995662530850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say, I am a happy girl.  And now have upgraded to stylish sugar/flour storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1165802981290374000-7490401105305941529?l=inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7490401105305941529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/cutesy-hand-towels.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7490401105305941529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1165802981290374000/posts/default/7490401105305941529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inspiredbybelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/cutesy-hand-towels.html' title='Cutesy Hand Towels'/><author><name>Old House, New Look</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00907605785397972145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SecX7C24C7I/AAAAAAAAAS4/UirMotHDgD8/S220/close+up.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsqhEvjSXEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/K0kHabsTpSM/s72-c/IMG_9827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1165802981290374000.post-1568875458763032375</id><published>2009-10-01T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T11:00:51.974-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mini Projects'/><title type='text'>Silhouettes!  They're all the rage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been doing some research on getting some silhouette's of Belle's profile, and while I have loved everything I have found, some of them are so expensive.  I think the cheapest one I came across was $50.00 per silhouette, that was for a 5x7 frame.  Imagine if you have more then one child.  I wanted to get two mirror images of Belle's silhouette, but was not ready to commit to $100.00 plus the cost of frames.  I know, I have my cheap skate tendencies.  Lets just call it frugal.   Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much research and thought, I decided to see about possibly creating my own. Typical me, copycat to all things I see and want, and too &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;frugal&lt;/span&gt; to buy them.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was this morning, begging Belle to look straight ahead as I snapped some profile shots.  She did very well, then again, you put any child in front of their favorite cartoon and tell them to just watch, they are bound to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nice thing was, is that I was not worried about what she was wearing, or how her hair looked.   My only concern was getting a good profile shot.  I even told her she didn't have to smile.  I preferred her face to be relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 20 takes, I looked through the pictures and placed an order through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; of the one I thought would work best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon as I came home from picking it up, I got right to work on the silhouettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cut out her profile VERY CAREFULLY, and then traced it onto some thick, durable card stock paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9tizWebTUs/SsTrY2yAu2I/AAAAAAAAAzk/a6hcWaELPic/s1600-h/IMG_9799.
