Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Tiki Gods, Veggies, & the Wall of Shame...

The Tiki Gods were smiling on me at auction last weekend and I got to come home with two very awesome wooden carved tikis. They look fab hanging out in the garden by the fish pond. I can't say I've ever run across wooden carved tikis at auction before, so this was quite the find. The son of the family said his Father spent a lot of time on vacation in Key West, so I'm guessing they might have come from there? Where ever they came from, I plan to enjoy them for a long while! 

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When she begins to rock...Honey, I begin to roll....

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My garden haul from my garden at my moms! 

The veggie gardens have been doing great and as you can see above, giving us lots of yummy colorful produce!  
 
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I still have not finished painting Deluxeville and it still remains a sea of boring beige.  As you can see, I did start removing plaster from the wall behind my stairs.  Removing plaster is a very messy pain in the butt.  My progress has been slow.  I refer to this eye sore as my wall of shame! What can I say, just like my life, my wall is also a work in progress.  But I am most certain that very shortly my wall will be finished and so will a certain chapter in my book of life!  I'm looking forward to finishing them both and getting some color back into my life!

XOXO,
MaryDeluxe


Monday, July 7, 2014

The Gatchellville Store Adventure Again!

If you live anywhere remotely close to The Gatchellville Store and haven't yet visited...well then, not much more for me to say other then you have no idea what you are missing!  Seriously!! Really!! I mean come on...do I need to rent a bus and go pick everyone up?  I can do that if you want but you're going to have to help me pay for the bus!

Now, if you have been a faithful DeluxeVille reader, you will remember my first visit to the store back in 2009...The Gatchellville Store Adventure, yeah I know my post titles are so original!  Well, I'm happy to report it's gotten even better!  I didn't think it was possible...they proved me wrong!

The Gatchelville Store! I'm going back... Like soon for more barkcloth! 

"With over 6000 square feet, The Gatchellville Store has a bit of something for everyone.
Created by husband and wife, Carroll Swam and Linda Sarubin, and combining their vastly different collecting tastes, ( his, country..and hers, city ), the store is the kind of place you can lose yourself in for hours at a time, just wandering among the thousands of interesting items.
Country furniture, vi...ntage musical instruments, old books, unusual ephemera, pottery, advertising...the town's old post office, circa 1900, is filled with Carroll's impressive collection of antiques tools. 

Linda's interests run towards jewelry, textiles, and a world class collection of thousands and thousands of vintage and antique buttons. Circa 1850 - 1950.
Two little dogs sit in thrones in the center of the store, ordering customers to pet them, while bluegrass-and blues-music plays throughout. 

By the way, The Gatchellville Store began its life around the time of the Civil War when a Union solider named Mathew McCall came home from the war to set up a mercantile and dry goods business in Gatchellville. He was only 19 years of age....and now almost 150 years later, Mr. McCall's Name is still on the stained glass transom above the front door. 

When Linda and Carroll bought the store in 2002, it had been closed since the 1940s. They are the 4th owners to operate the store since the Civil War.
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Went to the awesome Gatchelville Store today! 

So, what did MaryDeluxe find this time at Gatchellville?  I'm sure this is the question you are all pondering at this very moment...ok just humor me and pretend like it was!   Well kiddos, I went with this wonderful barkcloth fabric.  As a person who use to design fabric back in another one of my life times, I really like vintage textiles! A LOT!  I really like mixing them together too...textures, colors, and patterns...makes no difference to me.

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To continue with my theme of textile purchases, I also grabbed this old rainbow rag runner while I was there!  Love the colors and after cutting off the bad ends, was a perfect fit for my kitchen! 
Later that evening we christened the rug with popcorn treats and hairballs!  I had nothing to do with the hairball part of that equation!


Lol! Happy Caturday! 

In other fun news...if you want to follow me on IG you can find me as some of you already know under _MaryDeluxe_ !

Until next time!

XOXO,
MaryDeluxe

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Hello Summer!!

June came around and brought with it my happiness!
Hello happy! 
It's so nice to see you again!
Thank you June :)


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I'm done grieving.
I survived!
Thank you all for your love!
XOXO,
~MaryDeluxe

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Make Your Own Happiness

“There is nothing more rare, nor more beautiful, than a woman being unapologetically herself; comfortable in her perfect imperfection. To me, that is the true essence of beauty.” ~Steve Maraboli

Amen, Mr. Steve!

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On December 7, 2013, I looked in the mirror, rubbed my tired, puffy red eyes and promised myself that no matter what I had to do, what ever journey I had to embark on, that I would be okay...that I deserved better....that I would love myself again no matter if someone else loved me or not.  That's how my journey started, I got tired of being afraid to do what I knew in my soul I should have done sooner.  When someone shows you who they really are, believe them.  Don't waste your precious time in life trying to persuade them to be otherwise or waiting for them to give you what you need when it's obvious that they can't.  No matter how painful, spread your wings and fly.  Pain has taught me to enjoy everyday, Pain has taught me that happiness can be as simple as a bowl of fresh strawberries.  Pain has taught me that no matter what, always be true to the person that you are. Pain has taught me  to look at life and people differently.  Acceptance is a wonderful gift and so is forgiveness.  Everyone has their own journeys in life to take, always stay true to yourself and accept that some times someone else's journey is not yours to take. 

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My plan is to spend my Summer in braids, vintage skirts, and aprons with dirty feet from digging in the dirt.  Now that makes this girl happy!  

My beast... Another long day at the vet hospital...not a very good prognosis...it's kinda a wait and see now...all I can say is love what you have while you have it, there are no guarantees with anything in life....he has been one of the best beasties to  
Don't ever be afraid to love.  Loss is just a part of life, don't let it stop you from loving...it's worth ever bit of pain it might bring into your life.  When you have love, enjoy every fucking second of it being in your life, love with no regrets.  Trust me, even when it goes badly, it's worth every wonderful moment.

It's my favorite time of year! It's strawberry pickin time! :)
Eat more strawberries...unless of course you're allergic...try blueberries instead!  The point is, enjoy the simple things...the calmness of a starry night as you lay on a blanket and ponder at how small we all really are and that in the grand scheme of every day life what's really, really important?  Yup, eat the strawberries!

XOXO,
MaryDeluxe

“Cry. Forgive. Learn. Move on. Let your tears water the seeds of your future happiness.”
―Steve Maraboli

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Hanging Out In The Waiting Room

“Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...”  ~Elizabeth Gilbert 

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Captn' Gus and I are always having such fun adventures.  This past week Gus developed a urinary tract block and had to spend a week in and out of the emergency vets and our regular vets. Urinary blocks in cats are life threatening and even though he's home and off the catheter, he's still not back to his old self yet.  The next two weeks will be cautious ones for Gus as there is still a high risk of him forming a block again.
 Gussie paws! Still in hospital... But is feeling better and he has no kidney damage! 
 
And so the painting begins here in DeluxeVille!

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Pyrex Pink Baby!  I've decided to bring some color back into my life and since I've always wanted a pink bathroom, I decided to start there!   I'll post some pictures when it's all said and done.

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I've also been doing some of this!  I love having my little truck "Ruby the Rocket" to drive around!   I should have gotten myself a little truck a long time ago!

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Still working on getting this back to what it was.  Rebuilding takes time and I'm trying to remind myself to enjoy the journey of rediscovering things about myself I had lost.

“Living with integrity means: Not settling for less than what you know you deserve in your relationships. Asking for what you want and need from others. Speaking your truth, even though it might create conflict or tension. Behaving in ways that are in harmony with your personal values. Making choices based on what you believe, and not what others believe.” ~Barbara De Angelis

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

Feast On Your Life

Love After Love by Derek Walcott

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life. 

Thursday, April 10, 2014

Ruin is a Gift

I was visiting Elizabeth Gilbert's facebook page and ran across her explanation of her quote.."ruin is a gift.  Ruin is the road to transformation."  Thought some of you would enjoy reading this too!


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Dear Ones -

OK, so I don't usually quote myself on this page, but a reader asked me today if I would take a moment to further explain this idea that ruin can sometimes be a gift in our lives.

*takes a deep breath*...

Let me begin by saying that the ruin I'm talking about here is not something I would encourage anyone to ever deliberately seek. I've seen people who chase darkness and destruction on purpose (sometimes for the glamour of it, sometimes for the romance of it, sometimes for the sheer self-hatred of it) and this is not a path that I am capable of endorsing for anybody.

No, I'm talking about the ruin that happens to you, without you ever seeing it coming. The chaos that sneaks up on you.

Because sometimes the bottom falls out of our lives. People leave us. Precious certainties are yanked away. We lose our health, our money, our gifts, our faith, our familiar surroundings, our trust. All the truths that we thought we could believe in forever suddenly depart us with no warning. The ground that we always knew was solid under our feet turns out to have been nothing but a trap door all along. (And then there's another trap door under that one.) We disappoint ourselves. We are disappointed by others. We get dead lost. We are no longer longer recognizable to ourselves when we look in the mirror. It all falls to ruin.

And that, my friends, is when things start to get really interesting.

This is the chapter of life that Joseph Campbell called "The Dark Night of the Soul" — and it's a necessary step in every hero's journey. It's also the hardest thing in the world. Nobody ever chooses to stand in this place; it just happens to you. And you will often see later that it needed to happen to you, if you were to ever become more than a mere passenger on Earth. Because this dark place is where you must decide whether to die or live. You cannot go back to what you knew, because what you knew is a pile of smoking rubble. You cannot stay where you are, because where you are is a bleak shroud of despair. You can only move forward into the absolute unknown. And the only way to move forward is to change.

Change, to put it simply, is the suck.

Nobody wants to do it — not real change, not soul change, not the painful molecular change required to truly become who you need to be. Nobody ever does real transformation for fun. Nobody ever does it on a dare. You do it only when your back is so far against the wall that you have no choice anymore.

Or, rather, you do have a choice — you can always die. As Sartre said: "Exits are everywhere." But you don't want to die, so you discover that you have no choice except to find a new way to live. Which seems next to impossible, but somehow, if you fight hard enough, isn't. Because you know what else is everywhere? ENTRANCES. The task then becomes to find your entrance — to fight your way through the tunnel, into the dim hope of your own light.

The other day, I asked my dear friend Rayya Elias (who wrote the memoir "Harley Loco" about her years of heroin addiction) if — looking back on the pain and suffering of her life — she could imagine any scenario under which she could have gotten clean and sober earlier. I was imagining that maybe if she'd been sent to the right rehab, or had found a more kindly therapist, or had been told just the right words of encouragement by a wise former junkie, or had been rescued by the right family member...maybe she could have spared herself years of addiction and pain. Rayya's answer initially shocked me, and then made perfect sense. She said: "The only way I could've quit drugs sooner would have been if everyone had abandoned me sooner."

She explained that, as long as she was protected from total ruin by everyone's love and care and support and enabling, she never had to completely face her own darkest place. So she lingered in the murk, hovering just above rock bottom ruin for years, barely getting by on scraps and crumbs. It was only when she had destroyed every relationship, only when everyone had left, only when she had been banished from everyone's homes and lives, only when there was nobody left who would pick up the phone anymore when she called, only when she was dead alone with no money and no good will and no second chances left…it was only then, at the loneliest bottom of her existence, that she could finally hear the question that echoes at us constantly through the universe: "Is this really how you want to live?"

Her answer, to her own surprise, was "No." And when that answer, loud and clear, becomes NO…that's where our transformation always begins.

The changes in your life from that point forward will not be immediate and crisp. They never will be. Transformation isn't easy. It isn't pretty. (Ever watch a bird hatch? It's fucking exhausting.) You don't ascend from that lowest place of your life in a tidy straight line, moving a few inches upward every day. No, it's a messy and jerky and unpredictable trajectory. But it is a trajectory. And the general direction — from the moment of your decision forward — is always going to be UP. Up and out. You will shed whatever (and whomever) you need to shed. You will find whatever (and whomever) you need to find. You will crawl and bawl. Until eventually you are standing, finally, on your own two feet in your own shower of light. Until you are the person you never would have been, had you never met your own worst darkness face-to-face.

And that is the gift that ruin offers us.

Onward,
LG



Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did! 

Stay well,
MaryDeluxe