Daisy Cottage

Picnic On The Porch

 

Fresh air.

A sunny quilt.

A bottle of wine.

Peanut butter & jelly.

A few strawberries and a handful of Triscuits.

 

 

And a little back porch.

That's all we need for a picnic, right?

Come join me.

xo,

Kim

You've Got Mail

Your hearts for Jack have been arriving in my mailbox.

Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.

I am keeping your hearts safe and sound here at Daisy Cottage until I mail them off to our Jack.  Remember you have until March 31st to send your heart if your heart so desires.  Remember, too, that it is okay if you do not sew.  Neither do I.  I will probably hot glue mine together.  IF you emailed me for my mailing address and I did not answer, then unfortunately that means that I didn't get your email in my Inbox so PLEASE try again.  Thank you for your patience. If I receive an email from you, I promise that I will ALWAYS answer it.

I will share EACH heart that I receive for Jack on my blog with all of you right before I mail them to him.  So far, they are all absolutely precious.  Of course they are - they are of you! They are unique and as lovely as can be.  As I admire each one, I get teary, for what your hearts represent make these handmade treasures the most beautiful gifts in the world.

I AM going to share one heart now, however.  As you know, this loving idea bloomed from Tammy's heart.  She created a heart for Jack and she also generously created one for me.  I want to share that one with you now (I will share the one she made for Jack when I share all of yours) because without her wonderful idea, this project would not be happening.

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Swoon. 

Thank you Tammy.  I LOVE IT.

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I also received in the mail the CUTEST red cabinet for my dollhouse!

 

I purchased it from our Dale who has the cutest things in her Etsy shop.  I wish you could see this cabinet in person.  A D O R A B L E.

 

 

 

 

As you can see, I love moving things around in my dollhouse just like I like to do in my real house.  And speaking of my real house - can you guess what color I will be painting these mirrors?

 

 

 

 

Oh so fun.  Many of you have written me to tell me that you have treated yourself to a dollhouse too!  I'm so happy!  They are delightful, aren't they?

 

 

 

 

I hope you have a wonderful weekend.  Thank you for sharing your days with me.  Thank you for sharing your hearts with all of us.  Thank you for all of the love that you give back to the world.

Love,

Kim

Dear Diary

I have a cedar chest that was given to me by my parents for my high school graduation present.  It stores all kinds of treasures - like notebooks filled with handwritten notes from my BFFs, love notes from boyfriends, year books, Girl Scout badges, marching boots, awards, pictures, short stories that I wrote over the long hot summers, and two little diaries.

This was my very first diary.  I received it when I was nine years old.

I held this diary in my little girl hands and thought it was the MOST special thing in the whole wide world.

 

And as you can see, someone very dear gave this to me ...

 

These two diaries were filled with very simple entries written by a young girl long ago who was still defining her handwriting style and who obviously was still learning how to spell. 

She also was able to stick up for herself ...

 

 

 

And she obviously didn't care too much for rules ...

 

She also worried about others feelings ...

 

She enjoyed school and her activities and had an appreciation for her surroundings ...

She was a proud big sister and a bit of a perfectionist ...

And she loved her pet dog very much ...

 
 

And she was certain that she knew what she wanted to be when she grew up ...

 

A young girl's diaries that have been stored away -  keeping safe the tiny clues of who she might or might not grow up to be ...

And of course that young girl is still inside of me. 

 

I wanted to be a veterinarian and a writer.  But more than anything, I wanted to be a wife and a mother.  I also loved to dream of the home that I would create for my family.

 

 

 

Dear Diary,

 

I'm all grown up now.  I have become what I wanted to be.

Because you see, I became me.  I was always me.  And me I shall forever be.

 

Signed,

Kim

Thank you for ALL that you shared here.  Here's to your NOW and to your FUTURE and to all of your hopes and dreams. With each comment that you left behind I learned more about you - what an honor.  Thank you for that.  And without a doubt, you are each wonderful with the most precious souls. Seriously - you are amazing.

And that is what you grew up to be.

Love,

Kim

 

 

Morning Musings

Crunch ...  crunch ...

Sip ...  sip ...

 

Tell me ....

 

What do YOU want to be when you grow up?

And if you ARE all grown up - did you become what you wanted to be?

;-)

Kim

Nesting

No, I'm not pregnant.

Those days are long long gone.

I'm just in the mood to nest.  To fluff.  To play.  To twitter about.

How about you little one - are you in the mood to nest too?

My music is on, my scented candle is lit, and while Maggie pouts, I'm going to nest a bit.

;-)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Excuse me a minute .... Maggie is wanting my attention.

What Maggie?

You want to ask our friends something?

Well, go ahead ...

 

 

 

Sigh.

Do you think she will ever forgive me?

xo,

Kim