GEARING UP FOR JUNK HIPPY ROADSHOW

Hey, Y'all! I'm zipping into HIGH gear around the hacienda in preparation for JUNK HIPPY Roadshow in Rosenberg, TX this weekend. This is the third JUNK Hippy Roadshow to be done in Rosenberg, but the response has been so overwhelming that now more than 75 FUN, FUNKY, and FABULOUS vendors

will be set up in THREE buildings at the Ft. Bend County Fairgrounds in Rosenberg.  This 

will be my third JUNK Hippy Roadshow and the second one at Rosenberg.  For this 

vintage market I'm inspired by lots of sunrise PINK, beachy wonderfulness, vintage loveliness, and sunny garden cottage treasures that just make me SMILE. 

Let's face it--it's been a long, cold, dreary winter! Time for sunshine, warm breezes, and dinner al fresco. 

So we're loading up lots of vintage garden metal furniture, renewed cottage pieces, layers of lace, and a little rust too. 

Official JUNK Hippy wristbands go on sale beginning at 8:30 a.m. in the pink tent and the doors open at 9 a.m., Saturday, February 22. Hope to see y'all there. 

It's gonna be a JUNKIN' EXTRAVAGANZA!

Until then, I'll be beach-day-dreamin' and loading up. 

Peace, love, and 

all the good stuff!

ROADTRIP RELAXIN'

Hey, Y'all! As summer slips away, I had an intense need to stick my toes in the sand, eat chocolate pie, and read like there was no schedule last week. For our family it takes a minor miracle to be available at the same time, and as our kids get older, I realize that will only get more challenging.

Our son and daughter-- acting silly is a huge part of beach attitude.

We packed a few things and headed for our nearest beach--Galveston. I have a lifetime of memories

on this skinny little island off the Texas coast. My mother's family is from southeast Texas 

and it was to Galveston we went for almost every holiday. Sadly, many of the old fish camp cottages were gobbled up in Hurricane Ike back in 2008. However, there is a lot of newness to the old island since "Ike" and our favorite shrimp "shack" is still there making the best "shrimp and stuff" around.

We arrived in the late afternoon and heeded the call of the sea beckoning us to dig our toes in the sand, breath salt air, and fall into the rhythm of the waves--at least for a few days.

While I didn't do any "junkin'" I did make a few necklaces while my kids and hubby "boogie-boarded" for hours talking about life, school, and other secret things only the waves heard. We ate meals together, played together, and had lengthy conversations. Simple family activities we used to take for granted are now sweet, precious moments. On our last day, I woke up even earlier than usual and took our Charlie Dog for a walk on the beach. We were greeted by the most pinkalicious sunrise! I was inspired to pen a poem.

Nature's Pace

Early morning

at Galveston beach

waves crash

cicadas in full orchestral drawl

thousands of dragonflies 

greet us on the 

dune crossover

birds celebrating fiesta

life slows to the pulse of nature

without calender, clock, or alarm.

Falling into 

it's rhythm

instead of coercing it

to ours.

Heart rate slows--

breath deep and relaxed--

time to contemplate,

pray,

and 

live

nature's pace.

I'm thankful for some time to "pull aside" and enjoy the moment. 

School begins on Monday here and the fall schedule is already full of so many new adventures and fabulous junkin' events. See y'all down the road!

Until next time,

Peace, love, and 

all the good stuff to y'all!