The New Duchess of Devonshire


This is the Duchess of Devonshire.  The Honourable Deborah Vivien Freeman-Mitford was born on 31 March 1920, the sixth daughter of the 2nd Baron Redesdale.  She died September 24, 2014.

Read more about her here…

My old lady goal…is pretty much to rock everything like she did.  Every chore…even feeding more glamorous with a ball gown and tiara.


Which brings me to my point…I’m addicted to dishes.  I’m the Frank Navasky of the porcelain world.  I love our house…it’s not a centuries old castle in the heart of England…but you can’t win them all.  And even though we’ve been in the house 6 years I’m still slowly buying things and decorating.    I finished an upstairs bathroom in June and now I’m focusing on the kitchen…and I’m trying to channel my inner Duchess as I decorate it…


I’ve been collecting dishes for years….I started buying them at thrift stores and yard sales, TJ Maxx and department stores.  I have full sets of some and no more than 1-2 pieces of others.  But I love them all…and I really love to mis-match them!




The bottom piece is a charger from Michael’s.  I painted them blue

The square plates are from TJ Maxx last week

The scalloped baby blue saucers are from a charity shop in Oklahoma

The gingham, both polka dot dishes and the whales are from the Christmas Tree Shop

and the Transfer ware is from a local thrift shop

I’m slowly working on new colors for the different holidays.  It’s a process



Photo Shoot Saturday – Matt & Candice

Cousin Popcorn’s On My Bar Cart

I’ve wanted a bar cart for the salon for eons but we really don’t drink very often so I couldn’t justify paying a LOT for one.  Then…we found this….


It WAS $130 at Target the first time I saw it.  The second time it had been marked down to $60 and by Thursday it was marked down to $38!!!  But…it gets better…I still had $15 on a gift card from my birthday so I paid a grand total of $23 for the most awesome bar cart ever.


The infamous Popcorn Sutton is my cousin…my 5th cousin to be exact…on my Great Granny Rachel’s side. Popcorn was famous for moon shining in the Great Smokey Mountains.  His family has gone ‘legit’ and they produce and sell moonshine in Popcorn’s name.  Which is how I came to own a mason jar full of moonshine this afternoon.  I’ve never had moon shine before…which is actually kind of sad considering Popcorn isn’t the only family member who ran moon shine through the mountains.  But I figured if I was going to try it…it had better be his.  (And it looks cute sitting on the bar cart)


“Moon shine” sounds kind of romantic, they made white whiskey by the light of the moon to avoid detection and all that stuff.  But really it’s like hell in a jar.   At first you think it’s kind of like tequila…only smoother.  Then the burn hits and you start to choke on what I’m guessing was my tongue…melting.  The fire reaches your belly and you flush all over…only it’s more like a hot flash and a volcano merged and had a baby inside of you.  You sweat. I didn’t even know i could sweat in some of the places that were sweating.  And then your belly hurts for five or six minutes and then…you think ‘that wasn’t so bad…maybe I’ll do another shot’.


For the record…it’s been 25 minutes and I’m still sweating.






The whole world is talking about…and to…Brynne Huffman…

“Today I put on a pair of mid-thigh denim shorts, a flowy white blouse, flip flops and left the house to run a couple errands….

My second errand of the morning was a drop off at the UPS store. I stood in line between two women. Woman #1 in front of me was about sixty. As I took my place in line behind her, she smiled and complimented me on my tan and my hair. We chitchatted about the weather and children until it was her turn at the counter.

It the spirit of paying it forward, I turned to Woman #2 behind me and smiled. Woman #2 was probably about 30-35, very attractive, about a size 8, wearing a shirt that says “COEXIST”.

She says: “Your hair really is amazing. ::cocks head to side:: “You should probably rethink the shorts though.”


I’ve been following the story…and Brynne…all week trying to wrap my head around this.  Even now, it’s difficult to string coherent sentences together.  I just kind of want to point at the screen and grunt caveman style.

Women today talk a LOT about feminism and sisterhood.  There’s a presumptive narrative based on our presumed commonality.  But I suspect more often than not…very few of the women spouting these platitudes even remotely understand them.  And even fewer would actually sacrifice even a moment of discomfort to support another woman…or to defend another woman.

To be fair, Brynne isn’t one of those clueless women.  Brynne is part of a sorority, one whose long list of members have felt the pink-cheeked shame inflicted by another woman.  She understands the double gut punch a woman experiences when she’s among women, in a place of safety, and the women turn on you.

I’m part of that sorority.  I was introduced to the mean girls in 7th grade and for four long years they took great joy in reminding me daily of how inadequate and flawed I was.  They turned me into a ghost. I was always there but always out of sight.  I was quiet and demure and indistinguishable.  Not being seen was my full-time job.

I spent a lot of time analyzing their hate…trying to figure out where it came from and what allowed them to behave the way they did.   Then I spent a long time rehearsing an internal monologue to them.  I’d somehow convinced myself that if i could just convey how wretched they made me feel…it would somehow change things.   I was never clear on what exactly it would change…years had passed and I’d moved far away.  But the echoes of those mean girls still resonated in my head and I needed a ‘fix’ of some kind.

One day I realized there was absolutely nothing I could say to them that would show them what they put me through.  And to be honest…i was mad all over again.  But then another day, I realized they probably knew.  They probably had a mean girl of their own.  Maybe it was their mom or sister or a ‘friend’ but each of them had experienced the gut punch.

Fifteen years later I crossed paths with one of those mean girls…and she was happy to see me!  She said she’d just been talking about me the day before to the other church wives and told them how horrible she was to me in school.

That was it.  that was all she had to say about it.  We hadn’t spoken in nearly 15 years, and when we did, she brought that up.  And didn’t apologize!  Maybe she assumed I didn’t need an apology.  Maybe she assumed Jesus had already forgiven her and his forgiveness trumps mine.  Maybe…she’s just still a self-absorbed harpy.


I don’t know why she did it…I can’t solve all of life’s little mysteries…I’m a busy girl.  What i do know…is that while almost every woman has experienced this girl on girl hate, not everyone reacts the same.  The harpys, the mean girls, pay it forward.  They perpetuate the hate cycle ensuring generation after generation gets to feel that sting.  But some women…women like Brynne…use it as fuel,  It galvanizes them into action, it strengthens their resolve and instead of lashing out..they look for innovative ways to lift all women up!  Which in turn, inspires more women to do the same.


I encourage everyone to check out her new website The Body You Have, and don’t just follow her on this adventure but support her!  And while you’re at it…support ALL of the women in your life.  Hand out compliments…like a LOT of them!  I started today and it was great.




Outlaws in Oklahoma

Exploring Oklahoma

Elmer J. McCurdy was an American bank and train robber who was killed in a shoot-out with police after robbing a Katy Train in Oklahoma in October 1911. Dubbed “The Bandit Who Wouldn’t Give Up”, his mummified body was first put on display at an Oklahoma funeral home and then became a fixture on the traveling carnival and sideshow circuit during the 1920s through the 1960s. After changing ownership several times, McCurdy’s remains eventually wound up at The Pike amusement zone in Long Beach, California where they were discovered by a film crew and positively identified in December 1976.’

Read the whole story here


In the same cemetery….

William “Bill” Doolin was an American bandit outlaw and founder of the Wild Bunch, an outlaw gang that specialized in robbing banks, trains, and stagecoaches in Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Kansas during the 1890s.’

Read more here




Photo Shoot Saturday – July 4th!