For a girl who thought she would live and die within the same county line markers she took her first step in, things sure have changed.
It’s not lost on me that you guys play a huge factor in what my life has become. Without you, there would be no blog and most likely, I’d still be a teacher and therefore by default, an alcoholic. 😉 Kidding.
I’m not a globetrotter and they won’t be calling me to be in an episode of Lives of the Rich & Famous anytime soon, but I sure am a million miles away from anywhere I thought I’d ever be.
Thank you for letting me share my home with you.
In a Pinterest dominated internet full of shiplap clad walls and Joanna Gaines style, thank you for letting me be different. Thank you for appreciating my style which, I think is somewhere between the Rolling Stones and Conway Twitty with a touch of 70’s design and a dash of Studio 54.
Thank you for sticking with me this past year through all the renovations at the new place and not running for the hills when I painted my living room, dining room and foyer black. Thank you for all your input, ideas and comments. I appreciate every single one of them.
Thank you for letting me share my projects with you.
Thank you for reading about all my different projects. Thank you for pinning them and sharing them with friends. Even when I told you I had made a golden snake vase out of a rubber snake from the Dollar Tree and a soup can, you stayed right there with me. You may not have liked it, but you didn’t leave. Thank you for seeing how precious a feature wall can be when it fully captures a four-year-old’s personality.
Thank you for using my affiliate links to buy stuff, supporting my sponsored posts and dealing with ads. This blog is my full-time job and provides for my family, so those things are necessary to our lives. Without you supporting those and sticking around, then Bill would have it a lot harder at college, the Circus would have significantly fewer dress-up items and toys and Grunt Labor would be growing tired of meat-free meals.
My family and I are so very grateful to you for sticking around here with the head freak, as crazy as she may be.
And most importantly, thank you for letting me share my stories with you.
Storytelling might just be my biggest passion – even more than interior design. When I published that very first story here, I held my breath. What if they don’t like it? What if they laugh? What if they don’t get it? All those thoughts and more went through my head.
But you know what you guys did? You read those stories. You cried with me and you laughed with me. You flew your freak flag right along with me.
Thank you for that. Thank you so very very much.
Thank you for crying with me when my big baby graduated high school and then left for college. Thank you for laughing with me (and not calling the Department of Human Services) when I told the Circus to stop dancing on the table like a stripper. Thank you for falling in love over chocolate milk with me. Thank you for praying with me for my father-in-law.
Thank you for letting me tell you about my Pap and ice cream sandwiches and for understanding how good country music can be for the soul. Thank you for understanding how tough and how beautiful scars can make you.
Thank you for being my people.
It’s a cliche, but words could never fully express just how grateful I am for you.
I hope that each and everyone of you have an amazing Thanksgiving with your loved ones. I hope your bellies get so full that you have to pull out pants with elastic waistbands. I hope you drink maybe just a tad bit too much wine so that it makes for funny stories at next year’s Thanksgiving dinner. 😉 I hope you keep flying your freak flag.
I’m going to take this opportunity to steal an idea from my friend Carmel, (who is such a sweetheart for thinking of this and has great design style to boot). Below is a Starbucks gift card – coffee is on me today until the card runs out. The barista should be able to scan the barcode from your phone or you can give her the code. 🙂 Go get yourself a treat!
Happy Thanksgiving, freaks. I love ya.