tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28893287505348634702024-02-06T19:39:42.915-08:00One Blessed Mommieby His grace, I am blessed to be my husband's wife and my kids' MommieMissy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-68072443547255240532010-10-24T14:25:00.000-07:002010-10-24T14:25:48.064-07:00Tutorial - Make Your Own Foam Soap<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hi everybody! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(all 14 of you if you're reading, ha-ha!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am so excited about this tutorial I stumbled upon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">while browsing blog parties.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This one in particular I found on</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://decormamma.blogspot.com/2010/10/frugalicious-friday-giveawaydesigns-by.html"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Finding Fabulous' Frugalicious Friday</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> blog party.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The post came from Stephanie's VERY appropriately named blog</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://fullofgreatideas.blogspot.com/2010/10/diy-foaming-soap-refill.html"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Full of Great Ideas</span></a><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I was so excited about this tip since</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">our budget has gotten extremely tight</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(like a lot of families these days)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">and literally, just yesterday, I was talking to my BFF/SNL, Tina</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">about how we have totally run out of our</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">favorite foam soap from Bath & Body Works.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">What is a girl to do?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Skimp on the kids' lunches?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Not pitch in the $3 on their Harvest Parties at dance?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Go without make-up for a few weeks?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I think not...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pc6-AEU6gKNJ4CH7L3vUpMEsm9pnd5Yfhi8vjKWvMsxd9x49HOe_52y0y-tqCfGfxth-E1RzHH2uaTGMnqdL3-c5287_p-bgLSta5tm34oyphjyuBk3DwAzTfpx2zf2Bk8qXnYgFak8K/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pc6-AEU6gKNJ4CH7L3vUpMEsm9pnd5Yfhi8vjKWvMsxd9x49HOe_52y0y-tqCfGfxth-E1RzHH2uaTGMnqdL3-c5287_p-bgLSta5tm34oyphjyuBk3DwAzTfpx2zf2Bk8qXnYgFak8K/s320/004.JPG" width="173" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">so imagine my pure glee when I read this tutorial.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I actually jumped up from my computer,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">ran into the bathrooms to find the empty bottles</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">of foam soap I had been long holding on to,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">and wouldn't ya' know I had not 1 but 2</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">FULL bottles of Warm Vanilla Sugar shower gel!</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(my FavOriTe scent)</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After about 5 minutes I had myself 2 full bottles</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">of fabulously smelling foam soap in my bathroom and kitchen!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFw1pCeOsuxhfjb6mBrB1d_2RrIFUy5_lK7QnSB5_pnJRXxwuGUto4EZGtLT9aUt26xE_mUc7ns96ySOphWrMDaS-DDVg1bXC3fLtf1P__3Ic3heZdekHVGfHfOEp7N_uhA2SasB-w9tl/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwFw1pCeOsuxhfjb6mBrB1d_2RrIFUy5_lK7QnSB5_pnJRXxwuGUto4EZGtLT9aUt26xE_mUc7ns96ySOphWrMDaS-DDVg1bXC3fLtf1P__3Ic3heZdekHVGfHfOEp7N_uhA2SasB-w9tl/s320/005.JPG" width="159" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6eANBmEY5pYlpOYLn5QnJz4SHPqfQq3toimGzXldm1xsNqev6GIvtrTGcY18QC7q_h-K-DaF2_lBIML-J0pq6y_7lyal1WfeH_0Nv8I1dDeMvCL4nbqupwe-Tjzt6y-nYcD-CNm93y-t/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb6eANBmEY5pYlpOYLn5QnJz4SHPqfQq3toimGzXldm1xsNqev6GIvtrTGcY18QC7q_h-K-DaF2_lBIML-J0pq6y_7lyal1WfeH_0Nv8I1dDeMvCL4nbqupwe-Tjzt6y-nYcD-CNm93y-t/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5r9xey1XTOempEJoiSiwvQ4vfIGi3P2tFJqx02ydZkVfpLrBQk1lE3FdNt2mRGxyMz9XmflVAjnIKr1ndumUaTorAv9kMilljSCNiA_8oPGNpZmnr-9S6pOW0cGN6CDxckzpArijTs6SF/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5r9xey1XTOempEJoiSiwvQ4vfIGi3P2tFJqx02ydZkVfpLrBQk1lE3FdNt2mRGxyMz9XmflVAjnIKr1ndumUaTorAv9kMilljSCNiA_8oPGNpZmnr-9S6pOW0cGN6CDxckzpArijTs6SF/s320/007.JPG" width="170" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(Unfortunately I only saved 2 bottles but </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">oh the FrUgALiciOUs JoY I'm having over these</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Hope you enjoyed the tip!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Blessings to you this fine Sunday!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Missy</span></div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-47269815339925388972010-09-11T13:54:00.000-07:002010-09-13T02:35:14.889-07:00My Nephew, PFC Kyle Oren Skimin<div style="text-align: center;">Today I am especially thankful for the many men and women <br />
serving in our military.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My handsome nephew, Kyle Oren Skimin, is one of those.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember when Kyle was born.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember him babbling in his carseat while </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tina and I drove around in her little black car.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was always trying to mimic what were saying, </div><div style="text-align: center;">sometimes that included a few, well, let's just say...colorful words.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember him playing with all the tiny Sesame Street characters </div><div style="text-align: center;">I gave him for Christmas when he was 2 years old.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll never forget how he let out a ear piercing squeal with each one </div><div style="text-align: center;">he pulled from the box.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He insisted that he was saying it correctly when he </div><div style="text-align: center;">called Oscar the Grouch "Soccer" the Grouch.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(He just loves that story when I tell it to his friends </div><div style="text-align: center;">now that he's 20 years old!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfjxFDE2YacgcW49kWXoeS3DEcyCMs3iIb8fMqhqRqQwPdd54C-1kHy8BGTeoozSvBZ9hiBzcfrjZhSufCo_tVZbo26OHyl5Yy3Bj-VNNct9ozOhgw_rvc2OtBzUFyVcX9SgHAbYykZh9/s1600/Kyle.Oregon+-+Copy+(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="308" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXfjxFDE2YacgcW49kWXoeS3DEcyCMs3iIb8fMqhqRqQwPdd54C-1kHy8BGTeoozSvBZ9hiBzcfrjZhSufCo_tVZbo26OHyl5Yy3Bj-VNNct9ozOhgw_rvc2OtBzUFyVcX9SgHAbYykZh9/s320/Kyle.Oregon+-+Copy+(2).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember him going on trips up to Oregon each year </div><div style="text-align: center;">with his Uncle Wayne</div><div style="text-align: center;">(who is now my Husband!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fL3U2rix89KQqxMkF17fHg0A611NIf2EiBYOy1ilwzpv4wOyG8-95K4Z9BqRO62ZmmVGfmRtt7eBZqmjMPe5xx4S4dTjJcgG6gtFhEsvbzz5grd9qNGiWcbAQpKtlYvrWEi_-MwwBlzD/s1600/Kyle.sillysmile.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1fL3U2rix89KQqxMkF17fHg0A611NIf2EiBYOy1ilwzpv4wOyG8-95K4Z9BqRO62ZmmVGfmRtt7eBZqmjMPe5xx4S4dTjJcgG6gtFhEsvbzz5grd9qNGiWcbAQpKtlYvrWEi_-MwwBlzD/s320/Kyle.sillysmile.jpg" width="263" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember how quiet and shy Kyle always was <br />
unless he knew you well.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was always a guy of few words,</div><div style="text-align: center;">except for talking to his Mom (my BFF, now SNL, Tina).</div><div style="text-align: center;">They have always been so very close. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I pray I have such a relationship with my son!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fast forward to today....</div><div style="text-align: center;">It is the 9 year anniversary of 9/11 and this young man<br />
is serving in the ARMY.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">PFC Kyle Oren Skimin is scheduled to deploy </div><div style="text-align: center;">to Afghanistan in October.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are so proud of him and honored </div><div style="text-align: center;">that he has chosen to serve our country.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">As I remember the moments I watched <br />
the horrific tragedy of 9/11 unfold on television,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">I remember watching Kyle grow from an adorable, little boy</div><div style="text-align: center;">to a handsome young man with a certain confidence </div><div style="text-align: center;">as he wears his uniform with pride.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This summer I helped out with Kyle's wedding.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">So yes, we are so torn with sadness, to see him go and </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">pride, for his sacrifice.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">We will continue to pray that sooner than we know it,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Kyle will be back home with Shariya.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">We love you Kyle and can't wait until you're back!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Sincerest Blessings to All,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Let us Never Forget.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Missy</div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-53835885669418329292010-08-01T04:57:00.000-07:002010-08-01T05:55:14.513-07:00I Want to be Better<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">So I know it's been a while. (Insert Embarrassed Emoticon HERE)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I've been neglecting my family blog, (among many other things.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">There, I admitted it. No excuses.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I just need to be more organized, plain and simple. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">That's so easy to <em>say</em> isn't it? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">It may not be perfectly executed but I'm really going to <strike>try</strike> start to keep some sort of routine or schedule or whatever you wanna call it. I've just never been that good at it. There's probably some sort of psychological reason behind my forgetfulness, procrastination, and serious scatter-brain-ness </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">but it doesn't really matter, right? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">And so I just want to be better....specifically, a better Christian, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">a better Wife and </span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">a better Mommie. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I know that with the LORD's help, it is possible. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I've got awesome kids, a wonderful Husband and let's face it, </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">there's nothing better than Jesus, and He is my Redeemer. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">So, when I'm worried about being so disorganized and </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">scatter-brained I need to remember this...</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">He cares about <em>everything</em> that I worry about. Nothing is too small or simple or <em>seemingly</em> insignificant to Him. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I know this because the Bible tells me so. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">(That may sound childish but it's actually true and honestly, I am His child so if that's childish...fine by me!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Anyway, this Scripture simply sums it up: <strong> 1 Peter 5:7</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><ul><li><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. (NIV)</span></li>
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</div><ul><li><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(King James)</span></div></li>
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">With sincere blessings,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-7648229381398744392010-07-06T19:35:00.000-07:002010-07-29T11:12:47.117-07:00It Must Be In The Genes....<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Believe it or not, my two daughters created this little one room house out of their LEGOs....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">COMPLETELY on their own. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">How cute is that?!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Macy is 9 and Grace is 5.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The front view as you enter the LEGO cottage </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">through the rainbow columns.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">They made sure I noticed the carrots and corn </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">growing in the garden.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Grace thought the house needed to be protected like ours</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">so the blue and white thingy is the alarm sytem.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Here is the luxurious, pink daybed. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Notice the large, pink, fluffy pillow </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">leaning on the grand headboard </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">and the little peak-a-boo arched opening?</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I just love the vanity! Two side lamps, a perfume bottle</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> and an arched mirror with a jewelry box even! </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Of course they added a bench for the vanity. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Check out the rose topiary in the corner!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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<div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No one room cottage is complete without</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">a BIG screen TV.</span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">See the little pink drinking glasses on the bed?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And that footboard with the ornate, pink finials!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I may not be able to save their latest masterpiece from Little Man </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">(Jack, their almost 2 year old brother),</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">but at least it's preserved in BLOGLAND.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Because of His grace, I am my Kids' Mommie,</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Missy</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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I found an awesome old, vintage showcase that my husband and I have been working on. I have big plans for it too so I think it will look beautiful when it's all done. And did I take before photos? Of course not. Oh, well, so is the life of One Blessed Mommie trying to live out her dream of having a beautiful shop one day, living vicariously through my little ol' space at the Mission Galleria I call <a href="http://chateauchicboutique.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #45818e;"><strong>Chateau Chic Boutique</strong></span></a>.<br />
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I will post pictures soon....please check out and follow my other blog for updates <a href="http://chateauchicboutique.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: #45818e;"><strong>Chateau Chic Boutique</strong></span></a>.<br />
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MissyMissy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-46835771792869784152010-05-30T00:15:00.000-07:002010-05-30T00:17:10.547-07:00Gary David Watson<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>March 19, 1969 to May 29, 2006</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Not just today, but always, I remember and honor my first husband, Gary. He went home with the Lord 4 years ago today.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">There are so many things I miss about him. I miss his smile, his laugh and the sound of his keys jingling from his belt loop as he walked down the hallway. I came to love that sound, especially in the middle of the day when he popped in unexpectedly just to say Hi and give me and the girls a kiss.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Today we went to Olivia's, our favorite Mexican restaurant. Of course I ordered Gary's Special. (Gary and I ate there so often that in his honor they added "Gary's Special" to their menu...chicken and cheese flautas with beans and rice, just the way he ordered it - they didn't make it for anyone but him.)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Later on I took the girls to get balloons. I always let them choose their own. We all sat down and wrote our messages to Gary on our balloons. We then went outside and said our little prayers and one at a time, we let them go. The girls used to ask how he got them so I told them an angel comes down and takes them the rest of the way to Heaven and gives them to him. For me, the actual writing is very theraputic and emotional. It's almost like I'm talking to him. I take pictures of the girls' messages and drawings each time. I want to save these memories for myself and for them. Wayne always has his own balloon as well. I never ask to read his messages, I think it's important for him to say what he wants to Gary and just keep it between them. But I am certain it helps Wayne as much as it does me.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I miss my Gary and I know I always will. There will always be a part of my heart that belongs to him. God's word promises we will see each other again one day and I bet I will hear that familiar jingling again.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Missy</span></div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-87557545938296272852010-05-15T01:19:00.000-07:002010-05-15T02:41:34.041-07:00Chateau Chic Boutique at the Long Beach Flea Market - Sunday, May 16th!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hello friends! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Just a quick post to let you know </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm going out on a limb and will be selling </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">at the <strong>Long Beach Flea Market this Sunday, May 16</strong>. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'll be sharing a great corner spot </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">with my good friend, <strong>Arlene</strong>,</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We'll have garden, vintage, shabby chic,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> frenchy and primitive stuff - </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">something for everyone!</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I hope you can stop by!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessings,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Missy</span></div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-56983459496190993872010-05-09T20:37:00.000-07:002010-05-09T20:39:43.521-07:00Happy Mother's Day!<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>My son, keep your father's commands and do not forsake your mother's teaching. Bind them upon your heart forever; fasten them around your neck. When you walk, they will guide you; when you sleep, they will watch over you; when you awake, they will speak to you. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Proverbs 6:20-22</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">As my kids' Mommie, part of my job is to teach and engcourage my children in the way of the Lord. I love my kids and I pray for them constantly. I should also be a good example as a Christian, in my speech, my actions, and my faithfulness. It's so easy to try to teach our kids how they should be but don't we all know by now that they learn better by example? This is an area I need to work on. I'm not the most patient person in the world. I get a little snippy when things don't go my way....like not being able to find my keys while heading out the door, then realizing I didn't set the alarm after getting in the car, then getting back in the car and remembering I didn't grab the sippie cup, ugh! It's these kinds of things that really test my patience, and I always fail miserably.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I want my children to grow up and remember what I taught them. But I also want them to remember me being an example of what I taught them. I want that to be binded upon their hearts, I want that to guide them and speak to them throughout each of their lives.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My kids are my life's sweetest blessings and being their Mom is the sweetest gift. That is why I am One Blessed Mommie.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessings,</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Missy</span></div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-91092215304532296532010-04-23T23:23:00.000-07:002010-04-23T23:23:57.609-07:00Changing With the Season<div align="justify"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">For those that know me, you know I hate the cold. It just sinks into my bones and makes me miserable. I know most people (it seems that way), would rather live with cool weather, love the rain or that crisp breeze hitting their skin when they head out the door in the morning. Well, that's definitely not for me.</span></div><div align="justify"><br />
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</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I know, I know....it's too hot here in Southern California. I'm not saying I don't use my air conditioner like mad at home and in my car or that I don't get crabby when my shirt is sticking to my back. But, I have a funny saying that sums it up for me...."I'd rather be in a Pinto with vinyl seats and no air conditioner in the summer than be cold in the winter." Call me crazy but that's me. (Of course, that doesn't include my kids all sweaty and cranky in their car seats....just me, driving around. Ha-ha!)</span></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So what's my point - you might be wondering by now? There are some changes for me in the near future, right about the time summer (my favorite season) begins. I will be moving into my own space at the antique mall beginning in June. A front window spot even! </span></div><div align="justify"><br />
</div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I am very excited and looking forward to the change!</span></div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-36381844242038591462010-04-09T16:38:00.000-07:002010-04-09T16:38:04.648-07:00How Blessed Am I?<div style="text-align: justify;">Tonight my 9 year old daughter, Macy, is testing for her BLACK BELT! We are so very proud of her to say the least! My 5 year old daughter, Grace, is also testing tonight. She will be getting her recommended PURPLE belt! How awesome is that?! </div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">I just love how my girls are such "Girlie Girls" and also love the go out and play in the dirt. Macy would be the one sporting the light-saber and reading Star Wars books after coreographing a new dance to her latest favorite Taylor Swift song. Grace would wear a skirt and princess crown every single day if I let her while she's digging up worms and accidently pulling the legs off of lady bugs. Jack on the other hand, can make a tool or weapon out of just about anything, watch out when he gets his hands his little plastic baseball bat! But what a sweet, little sensitive boy he is...just like his Daddy.</div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;">How blessed am I?</div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-38579631817721632732010-04-04T00:33:00.000-07:002010-04-13T12:54:56.508-07:00He Is Risen!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyQ-GFQwb2YpfD7__brtHEke-Kjxa3-B2mTPk0lNQEKhFVprFsQHC7LvaX8iMs1K4M-FLt_5BVIN4ohIvuuKIIO7UO_FbU9giGukygkpEvF7P5cUriXE-1DOVZz_vwGZNURHTp3LONIBE/s1600/easter%2520cross.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456201881436954946" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbyQ-GFQwb2YpfD7__brtHEke-Kjxa3-B2mTPk0lNQEKhFVprFsQHC7LvaX8iMs1K4M-FLt_5BVIN4ohIvuuKIIO7UO_FbU9giGukygkpEvF7P5cUriXE-1DOVZz_vwGZNURHTp3LONIBE/s320/easter%2520cross.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><br />
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</div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Jesus said to her, "I am the resurrection and the life. He who believes in me, though he may die, he shall live." <em>John 11:25</em></span></span></strong></div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-17035975010118873922010-03-18T01:45:00.000-07:002010-03-18T02:33:29.328-07:00Friendly Inspiration<div align="justify">I am once again about to make more changes to my blog. As I've stated before, I'm really new at this blogging thing. And yes, I do realize that no one is even reading my posts anyway. At this point, it's a type of therapy for me I suppose. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I've spent some more time browsing other blogs that have caught my interest for various reasons. Whether it's other Moms I relate to, other Christians or other junkers (or a combination of all three!), I have also come to realize that most people start out the same why I am. That realization has comforted me and helped me understand that I shouldn't be so hard on myself and this will evolve as I go. </div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">So....I've decided to save <em>this</em> blog as more of a personal one that "narrows" my ramblings to focus on my family and me. I was oh-so-inspired by another Mommie that said one day her daughters would read her blog about their lives and hopefully know their Mom a little bit more than they already do. How simple yet profound is that? I'd love to add a link directly to her post but alas, one more thing I need to learn how to do! But as soon as I learn that, I'd love to give her the credit for inspiring me. Oh wait! I found this button, I hope this works.... <a href="http://twoshadesofpink.blogspot.com/">http://twoshadesofpink.blogspot.com/</a></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">I've also decided to create a new blog that focuses more on my love for junkin'. I'll include pictures and stories of my projects like painted furniture, accessories and the treasures I find while I'm junkin'. I hope to have an actual web-site one day but hey, one thing at a time. It's so like me to start 64 projects at once and none of them ever get done. I wish I could be like my husband and stay focused. Is there any hope for me? I know, I know, I can hear my hubbie now...."Don't be so hard on yourself. I love my crazy wife just the way she is and I love our crazy life." I love you, too, Babe.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">Mis</div><div align="justify">One Blessed Mommie</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify"></div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-6649841503030952752010-03-09T12:47:00.000-08:002010-04-13T12:51:52.688-07:00Spring Cleaning!<div align="justify"><span style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446746954133763938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7Faj9FddMKisvZb1rEcvR-XFX2EQ4PFoenp8G8ksleVHDxeDlEpzClYbABk-lyxf4HyAmgxLvSZawnRvBPhWMiXlVd4IQcsIgvqT6y9VoRC7FScHDAUc3G6aw36WPWgO-jao2j7t33Gp/s320/018.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 320px;" /></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong>I'm so happy and inspired</strong></span> since my husband and I spent two solid days in our space rearranging and organizing. What a difference! We aren't even half way done and the changes are amazing. We've gotten so many compliments already, we can't wait to finish it. Realistically, it will be a while before it's completely re-done but I have to say, I'm pretty darn happy so far.</span></span></span></span></div><br />
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<div align="justify"><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><strong>I just LOVE adding appliques</strong> </span><span style="font-size: 100%;">to furniture, </span>old drawers and boxes but especially children's furniture pieces! We had worked so hard on some new pieces and couldn't wait to bring them into our "new and improved" space. Finally there was room and it's so light and open now. I'm only posting pictures of the side we worked on. It's not totally finished but like I said....there's still along way to go but I am very happy so far!</span></span></div><span style="color: #444444;"><br />
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<span style="color: #444444; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Blessings to all,<br />
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Chateau Chic Boutique</span>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-60946613685365693322010-03-09T12:35:00.000-08:002010-03-09T12:45:31.077-08:00"Bare" with me!Well, here I am...another attempt at making my blog look better and not be so bare. I have no idea what I'm doing! I tried one of those free backgrounds from the Background Fairy. I love it and her instructions are super easy to follow, bless her heart for those of us that are completely lame at this. She did say that placement and font options for your title are very limited. I just hope I can figure something to improve it and quick! Not that anyone actually reads my blog, but sometimes I'm such a perfectionist even when no one else will see it! ha-ha!Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-21913919573152744972009-12-05T23:00:00.000-08:002009-12-06T01:06:59.021-08:00A Tiffany's Style Christmas Tree<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJMKQdm4OrogHt22EwAn8ErZa3ede0emJr0v8gozzitrv5oxtPh1juMeixvE48QjwsOwufxuajxgTIe0NBffn2NuJ_G5S-b_ZlARE17Y9cdDrv6WvF07vZwRK6qzjO08cDVP2C0jtCs85/s1600-h/DSC01529.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412045114842073250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBJMKQdm4OrogHt22EwAn8ErZa3ede0emJr0v8gozzitrv5oxtPh1juMeixvE48QjwsOwufxuajxgTIe0NBffn2NuJ_G5S-b_ZlARE17Y9cdDrv6WvF07vZwRK6qzjO08cDVP2C0jtCs85/s320/DSC01529.JPG" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">W</span>ell, so far I'm spending much more time working on my space downtown at the Mission Galleria. Unlike previous years, I actually executed my plan for the window in time for the lighting of the Mission Inn. I finished the Tiffany inspired Christmas tree, along with a re-covered mannequin and some other coordinating items. I finally put to use a bunch of the gorgeous aqua colored fabric from our wedding. I've had an image in my mind of it draping around the window with various decor in aqua, chocolate, white and silver. I can't believe I finally made it happen!<br /><br /> I spent two full days down at the booth with my partner, Arlene. She did one window all in gold and black. It turned out beautifully! I put my long-time aqua-and-chocolate-vision to life in the other window. We were very happy with the results of both of our efforts. My wonderful husband, Wayne, installed a super long shelf above our window so we could hang fabric and chandeliers (among other things) in the windows. What a blessing that was! It made all the difference in the world while decorating our windows. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJ116nW3glASH99-4siKs0HBAA-AQHjzqOBBppLCGDBhyphenhyphensLcjaiGo0kP4YNZMWR3SI5LXhJT0-QgdinIr0R3Z8H3kHOAlxUP4MccaiiNgzy139Xnz3XJch5O2MYEeCWQb1b-Ml6M0BVrw/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412030036672258946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJ116nW3glASH99-4siKs0HBAA-AQHjzqOBBppLCGDBhyphenhyphensLcjaiGo0kP4YNZMWR3SI5LXhJT0-QgdinIr0R3Z8H3kHOAlxUP4MccaiiNgzy139Xnz3XJch5O2MYEeCWQb1b-Ml6M0BVrw/s320/DSC01497.JPG" /></a><br /><br /> I was so happy when I was done with the window, I couldn't wait for my husband to see it. He came down with the kids just in time for the lighting. The street had people packed like sardines so we decided to watch from the window of our space. To our surprise, we actually ended up being invited upstairs to view the festivities. What a treat that was, especially for the kids! They thoroughly enjoyed the fireworks show from such an amazing vantage point. We'll definitely have to remember that next year!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PwW1he18CeD-6Uu-ESqMGY_lvHkzpHkU1OSv0RN1YwvwlVjYVwsS9haR7vybM9mwFQkcBI9ySqdTT8V0R2fx9-SPCQ5wvxMVK950kognbmdIp7AsnuDARYSwLs0CC0eAFCRz06ipdkla/s1600-h/DSC01495.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412030030299989298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2PwW1he18CeD-6Uu-ESqMGY_lvHkzpHkU1OSv0RN1YwvwlVjYVwsS9haR7vybM9mwFQkcBI9ySqdTT8V0R2fx9-SPCQ5wvxMVK950kognbmdIp7AsnuDARYSwLs0CC0eAFCRz06ipdkla/s320/DSC01495.JPG" /></a> Once the crowd began to thin out, my husband insisted I took some photos of the newly decorated window. Thank heavens I did because my Tiffany inspired Christmas tree sold right after we left! Woo-hoo! We were pretty elated. However, I have to admit...a part of me was a little dissappointed. My long-awaited, dream-to-reality vision was oh so shortly lived. But hey, I put my stuff in there to sell, right?</div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-43469552043307793702009-11-11T02:13:00.000-08:002009-11-11T03:33:45.579-08:00My first blog entry, finally!I'm new to this blogging thing but here goes....I will start off with an admission of how badly I have neglected my space at the downtown antique mall, Mission Galleria but....I'm ready to turn that around. My dear friend Arlene was kind enough to invite me to share her very large window space about 3 years ago. I was so excited and really looked forward to the new adventure so I quickly moved out of my tiny space and into hers. However, very shortly after I moved into the space, my husband of 10 years, Gary, suddenly passed away at the age of 37. Since then my life has taken many new turns as you can imagine....but the Lord is good.<br /><br />As crazy as it may sound, shortly after I lost Gary, the Lord lead me to fall in love again and remarry. Wayne and I have known each other for 30 years now, since we were 8 and 10 years old. His sister, Tina, and I have been best friends since the third grade. So, needless to say, I didn't wake up one day and say, 'Hey, I'm lonely so I think I'll go find myself a new husband.' and then grabbed the first cute guy on the street. This man is incredible and he loves me and my girls like you wouldn't believe (until you spent 5 minutes with us then there's no denying it). I know that this is what Gary wanted for me and my girls if anything were to happen to him, that is how much he loved me and trusted me. I know this because he actually told me so, not even knowing his life would be so short here on earth. This is how God works, he leads us to share, to comfort and to love....unconditionally.<br /><br />So, the loss of my first husband, a second marriage, and did I mention a new baby!?!?!?! These are some of the most major reasons I have been less than dedicated to my space. But, like I said, I am ready to turn that around! I am blessed enough that unlike a lot of husbands (from what I hear), Wayne is very supportive of my passion. I've always loved old things, old houses, decorating and being creative. I just can't ignore my love for "junk" so having a space in an antique mall just seems like the perfect thing to do.<br /><br />Although the economy is less than ideal, well yes, it's actually terrible, I'm hoping I can still make this work. To tell you the truth, if I can at least make my rent I'll be happy!Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2889328750534863470.post-7036914791013722672009-05-14T10:00:00.000-07:002009-05-14T10:00:07.372-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZPT7CLJD-EYrrQo_BzUKwXPHgmuoVFKOebtlowJRqD_SKNWhz2CmTC7w12-POVrb5rX2NuuF5mIE9r6P0dP2mXkzi4-mVg6CUIorZuIBS12eplwOkmipN93Ltiil3k8iyP1EboeYx41k/s1600-h/Download.04.15.09+055+-+Copy.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZPT7CLJD-EYrrQo_BzUKwXPHgmuoVFKOebtlowJRqD_SKNWhz2CmTC7w12-POVrb5rX2NuuF5mIE9r6P0dP2mXkzi4-mVg6CUIorZuIBS12eplwOkmipN93Ltiil3k8iyP1EboeYx41k/s320/Download.04.15.09+055+-+Copy.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Missy @ Chateau Chic Boutiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06246111122535455747noreply@blogger.com2