A Few of My Favorite Random Things Today...

I have had no time to blog lately...

A fellow blogger's photo of aqua mason jars and pink roses (forgot who to give credit to: let me know if this is your photo and advance apologies for no credit).

A cool signed print I found at a yardsale recently (keeping for my bedroom, not the shop). It's me, messy hair, barefoot, chunky build, casual dress, and holding a baby in a diaper. Oh yeah, and the had on the hip that suggests (to me) strength and maybe a little attitude, or just plain exhaustion and not wanting to take crap from anyone. This was drawn by a student/friend of Pablo Picasso named Manuel Ruiz-Pipo. Although I was never in Paris in the 70's (ok, wasn't even born) when he drew this, I'm sure it's me.

My Grandma and Grandpa in the 40s (picture stolen from Aunt Amy's blog).


Thanks for taking the time to look at my blog!

Cleaning Out My Car...

I had a fun weekend of junking! Despite the fact that I had family in town for the Shoshone Bannock Indian Festival, I snuck out and found some great junk for the shop!

I decided that my car can't be packed with junk (trunk AND front and back seats)forever, so I snapped some shots as I cleaned it out and priced items for the shop.

Hope you enjoy the pics! Hurry in to check out our new stuff on Friday before you miss it.


Rose Queen Sized Quilt, Wire Basket, Vintage Laces
Old Leather Suitcase, Vintage Doilies







Oh yeah...There's lots more I haven't taken pictures of yet.

Too Much of a Good Thing?

I've been shopping and shopping to find great stuff for Abigail's. The store has been full, full, full! (Apologies to anyone who has tried to bring a carseated baby and negotiate their way around the shop :) I have great new stuff that I'm pricing and putting out as quickly as I can tag them. Even though the shop has been bursting at the seams, I can't stop finding vintage dressers, mirrors, desks, tables, beds, and adorable vintage decor and accessories.

So, I've been questioning whether I should be continue to buy so much stock when the store is so full. Sometimes I even start to worry that I could become one of those crazy hoarder people who have to clear out paths in their homes through the piles of newspapers and styrofoam meat liners that have been building up for years like this. There's just so much fun stuff to buy lately!

After last weekend in the shop, so much is cleared out! The shop looked relatively bare by the end of business Saturday. Many new customers have been visting weekly to find the best deals and new treasures. A LOT have been bringing their friends in too! I have room to put out a lot of our new items.

This weekend I was out and about and found a cute 40's red enamel top table, a farmhouse chic green and white metal desk, a pair of old farmhouse white chairs, and a cream and gold dresser. I also found a wash bin, lots of shelves, antique quilts and gesso frames, and much more. I can't wait to shift around my displays to fit them all in.

Monday I have 13 hours(!) scheduled with clients and it's my paperwork day, but I will try to take pictures of the new items in the evening after my babies are in bed so you can see what I have going for next weekend.

I have no idea where I am going to put the cute new tables that I found, but after a terrific sales weekend, I have decided that I agree with Mae West that "Too much of a good thing is wonderful."

When I Grow Up...

When I grow up, this is what I want my bedroom to look like.
(From Madera Design House website)

New items

There are sooOO many new items in the store right now.


This is a sturdy shabby bench with peeling paint. A folded feather mattress and vintage pillow make this a comfy spot for reading in the garden or on the porch.


I'm trying to reduce my stash of vintage buttons. I've sorted them into similar colors and filled up some canning jars. These are great for projects or just display. There are lots more on the way.


Birdcage, umbrella, old doors and metal stars, oh my.



Things are selling fast!

"Motation": Old Blog Entry, Still Relevant

Since I'm deleting my MySpace account (because myspace is lame, has too many really young people and I never use it) I decided to copy my one blog entry from there to this blog. I wrote it on November 27th 2007. It doesn't have anything to do with my shop Abigail's, so if you're not interested, just skip this one...

"Somewhere around the time my first baby was five months old, the word "motate" came into my life. One night, while we were enjoying an evening at home, Spencer, a little genius even at that age, began using his arms and legs to propel himself across the carpet. It wasn't exactly crawling, because his belly was on the ground, but he was certainly moving himself across the room. My proud husband exclaimed, "Look at that baby motate!" I looked at him, puzzled.

A few days later, my husband's family came to visit and were filled with pride and all commented on our child's motation skills. "Look at him motate!", they said. Bewildered, I called my mother. "Is "motate" a word?" I asked her. Always wise about such things she advised me, "No, but it describes what he is doing just perfectly" and we laughed.

My daughter who was born a few years later made my eyes twinkle when she began to motate at around six months of age. I used the word without embarassment or restraint and was seldom questioned. My sisters had children, and luckily, all of them started to motate at the appropriate age. The term was adopted whole-heartedly by my immediate family from California.

Over the years, I have occasionally heard the word used outside my family, mostly by folks from rural Idaho, like my (then) in-laws and husband.

Recently, I searched Merriam-Webster.com for a definition of "motate," I was bluntly informed "The word you've entered isn't in the dictionary. Click on a spelling suggestion below or try again using the search bar above." No, I didn't mean "mutate" or "mutter" or even "metate" (which is a stone with a concave upper surface used as the lower millstone for grinding grains and especially Indian corn). NOT EVEN CLOSE. And no, I didn't type it wrong.

Tonight, my heart pounded with joy as I watched Ella scoot across the Pergo in my kitchen. She doesn't quite have forward motation mastered, but she can sure motate backwards. When she reaches a wall or cupboard, we turn her around and she can backward motate across the room again.

Me: "Ella! You are such a good motator!"
Abby (usually jealous of her little sister): "I'm a good motator too!"
Me: "Yes, you are too Abby."
Abby (getting on the floor face down): "Wait, do you shut your eyes when you motate?"

Ella at the motation age.

Anna and The Old Rock House

Last Sunday, LT, Ella, Jonathan and I took a little road trip to Soda Springs to see Anna Beauregard and her Old Rock House. I want to preface this blog by saying there is no way I could do this house justice by my words or photos. This house is just a dream. Anna left no detail out when she carefully restored this house. Although she denies being an "artist," this house is a work of art.

I'm not sure where to even begin describing this house. She has restored this historic home with salvaged materials and architectural treasures. Wildflowers greet you at the road. An iron gate with keys leads to a path paved with flagstones and rusty iron fragments.

The details are amazing, from the old ceiling tin flowers to the front porch rails (made from antique iron beds, complete with glass knob finials). I can't even describe how amazing this house is. I'll post some pictures that I took and some from the website just to give you a taste. But being there to see it all, plus hearing all of Anna's stories made it so much better.

Anna imported three outhouses into the back yard. One has a delightful front door with curtains and a front porch and a chair to sit.

The house looks amazing at night because the yard is luminated with lights (even in the trees).

Benches in the yard made of old iron beds give the house and garden an antique feel.

I snapped a shot of myself in an antique mirror hung on the potting shed in the yard.

Anna was so kind to my little Ella. She made her feel at home and even let her play in the fountain made from an antique washing machine.

If you want to learn more about the Old Rock House, please go visit Anna's website http://www.theoldrockhouse.com/ . Although she has quite a following, (CEO's and Honeymooners are some of the Old Rock House's visitors), I would encourage everyone to support this wonderful treasure close to our home. My mom is coming to visit near the end of this month and I am trying to book a mom/daughter getaway at the Old Rock House for a night. When I have family and friends visit from out of town, I will definitely let them know about this wonderful place.

Anna holding my baby Jonathan.