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I’m Back!

September 1, 2013 in Get the D-Tails, Snapshots

Say you’ll take me back.

I know – I disappeared. I didn’t tell you where I was going. I didn’t tell you when I’d be back. It was just something I had to do. You see – you’re so good for me, but I don’t know how to have just a little bit of you in my life. So I had to stop. I had to walk away. I had to make myself do other things.

…and for that –

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But guess what – I’M BACK!

…and I have SO much to share!!!

Can you believe it’s been FOUR months since I blogged?! Insane, right! So much has changed since then and it seems only right that I give you an update on the good, the sad and everything in between. So sit back, scroll on and pop some popcorn for the next chapter in my life.

 Changes

Let’s start with the sad… that way we can end on a positive.  It’s hard to share so let’s just get this over with…

Roxy Girl

Roxy 

I said goodbye to a friend of 16 years on May 16. My little Roxy was so sweet and unbelievably loyal. It’s hard to believe I’ve had her for over half my life. I can’t even begin to say how much she is missed. Heaven is so very lucky to have her. Pardon my brevity on this topic – it’s still not easy to think my little Bink-Bink is gone. I know many of you loved her too. Such a sweet face – and a big heart to match.

Inhale… exhale… Okay – one more tough one –

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Sylvester

Sly is no longer mine. He’s now giving lessons and being leased at a local barn. It was a tough decision, but one I had to make. I miss him… and I miss having that ‘outlet’ on a bad day. For those of you that ride, or have ever ridden, you know how therapeutic it can be. He was a cranky boy, but he was MY cranky boy. We didn’t always see eye to eye, but we found a way to make it work. I wish you luck Sylvester… and I miss you.

Okay – enough of all that before I have to take on Kleenex as a blog sponsor…

Let’s talk about all of the GREAT stuff that’s happened in the last four months.

Let’s make this short and sweet so we can get on to the REALLY big news at the end!

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Wait – Who’s that?

I’m no longer a blonde! What!

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Yard Sale

Christy came to visit and helped me hold an epic yard sale. Three years of a hoarder blogger living under one roof… well let’s just say this girl amassed quite the pile! Special shout-out to the lady that single-handedly bought over 1/3 of my ENTIRE sale. (No joke – she made three trips with her minivan!)

Side-note – the picture above cracks me up. I look like a giant next to her!

Side-note 2 – we had matching Home Depot aprons to hold change, extra price stickers and sharpies. Same-Sames!

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Traveling

I took a much-needed week-long vacation with the Big Guy and two great friends.

…and a few other short trips along the way – Mom’s lake house for 4th of July, Big Guy’s hometown a couple times, Denver for a long weekend, Orlando and Jacksonville for a work conference and fun weekend… and there’s a chance I could be forgetting some places. This summer has FLOWN by.

But the REALLY big news….

I’M MOVING!

That’s the reason why I had to disappear. You see – I’m a professional procrastinator. – and blogging is the perfect distraction. I had to focus on getting my house on the market and (hopefully) SOLD!

My house was on the market just under three weeks when I had my first offer. I’m happy to say that offer is still moving forward… and just this week I also received a backup offer. EEEEP! So it sounds like sooner or later (hopefully sooner than later) my house will be SOLD!

So where am I headed? Not far… just closer to all the fun stuff!

Will I buy? Not right now. I’ll rent for a year and see where I’m at next fall. I’m a little bummed to know I won’t be able to just whip out a crow bar and tear down some shelves or install board and batten on a whim… but I’m sure I’ll have more than enough projects to keep me busy! – and of course I’ll blog about everything along the way!

This week I’ll share a mini-house tour from when it was as clean as it’s ever been. Be warned – it’s not magazine ready… just home-buyer ready! (Because let’s be real – no one really LIVES in the rooms in those magazines)

You’ll see sneak peeks of project tutorials and updates to come. That’s right! Just because I wasn’t writing about my projects these past few months doesn’t mean I wasn’t taking pictures as I worked so I could share them with you later!

Until then – Follow me on Instagram (@craftedniche) for project sneak peeks, life updates and nonsensical foolery along the way. …and feel free to scroll back and see even more photo updates on Instagram from the last 4 months.

And lastly –

Man, it’s good to be back.dana red signature 400

 

 

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Spilling my secret…

December 19, 2012 in Get the D-Tails, Snapshots

Want to hear a secret?

…or maybe it’s more like a confession…

I haven’t worn “appropriate” socks in 3 days.

Yes… 3 days.

What do I mean by appropriate? Well….

Monday I got dressed… leggings and a sweater tunic zip-up thingamajig (that I need to give back to my sister Karen but I HATE to part with it).  I wanted to wear my tall, grey suede boots… but I couldn’t find matching boot socks. So what did I do? I searched for 5 minutes and gave up. Plan B. Yup, I totally wore short, white, ‘no-show’ athletic socks. It wasn’t ideal, but it worked.

Tuesday I got dressed… lightweight sweater, skinny jeans and comfy, fuzzy boots. Realized I had NO matching boot socks because, well, hellooooo I didn’t think to do LAUNDRY Monday night. So I did the next best thing… I scrounged up two CLEAN (their only redeeming quality) MISMATCHED socks. That’s right ladies and gents…. between you and I… I was totally sporting a pink and grey polka-dot sock on one foot and a striped red and green (think ELF) sock on the other.

Truth be told… my feet got hot in my comfy, fuzzy boots. Normally I’d just kick my shoes off at my desk… but not yesterday. Oh nooo… You see – my coworkers know I’m crazy… hopefully in an endearing-Dana sort of crazy (or at least that’s how I justify my odd-ball behavior)… but those socks just might put me over the edge. They might go from thinking “oh that’s just Dana humming ‘Sleigh Ride’ and throwing 7 kinds of smoke in the hallway” to “Whoa. That girl has OFFICIALLY lost it.”

Yep… my socks might just put me over the edge. From ‘quirky’ to ‘completely lost it’.

…and Wednesday?  Well, what do you think? Of course I didn’t do laundry last night. Today I sported skinny jeans, a hooded sweatshirt and my brown tall boots. …and under those boots?

mismatched.

socks.

Do I get credit if they were both argyle?

No?  Ok, okay… it doesn’t matter. They’re still not right. I get it.

Time to put my big girl pants on and do some laundry…

…maybe tomorrow night.

What’s the point of this post? Hmmm – good question. Maybe it’s my long-winded way of saying this week feels PACKED. So packed that I can’t even seem to scrounge up a matching pair of socks.

Am I the only one that feels like Christmas snuck up this year? Feeling a hair frantic? Like you know you should be wrapping presents… but there are also 138 other things on your To-Do list that also need to be done like-yesterday.

Sigh… I can’t wait for Christmas… maybe I’ll get some matching socks from Santa!

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Giving Thanks

November 18, 2012 in Get the D-Tails

I was reminded of something this evening while letting my dogs outside. I spotted my saddle in the basement, carefully stored away and sadly collecting dust. I was sad for a moment as I thought about how riding fills my heart and eases my mind. I know that sounds ridiculous to some of you, but to a horse-crazy little girl that “never grew out of it,” there’s no other way to explain it.

Sylvester, my Thoroughbred gelding, is currently leased to a hunter-jumper barn where he’s giving lessons to horse-crazy little girls. It makes me sad to not be able to burrow my face into his neck when I’m having a bad day or laugh at his grumpy antics, but I know it’s the right place for him right now. I don’t know if he’ll come back to me or if maybe a little girl will fall in love with him, but I do know that it feels like a little piece of me is missing every time I see that saddle in the basement.

But it’s almost Thanksgiving, and rather than dwell on what I’ve vowed to be a temporary unfortunate situation, I’d rather say THANK YOU.  Thank you to everyone who has ever helped fill my heart with the kind of love only a horse-lover could understand.  …and a huge thank you to my family – for accepting (and enabling) my obsession.

Thank you to my Mom & Dad

I’ll never be able to thank you both enough. I know there’s NOTHING convenient about owning for a horse. From the rainy trips to the barn, sweaty days stacking hay and cold winters breaking ice – you’ve always encouraged and supported me. You’ve both been my biggest fans and I love sharing my passion with you at every chance.

Dad – Thank you for all the times you bagged sawdust and hauled hay. Thank you for helping me get my trail-ride guide job. Who knew how that one summer would lead to an internship and so many other opportunities! I truly appreciate all the days you dropped everything to help and encourage me.

Mom – Thanks for all the amazing western show shirts you sewed in college… and for making me ride even on the days when I realllly didn’t feel like it. Thanks for showing me the true joy of velvety soft muzzle kisses and all those knowing-smiles you gave me, as you saw my love of horses and knew you felt the same.

Thank you to my sisters, Karen & Christy

Christy – I still laugh at the thought of you nervously watching my jumping lessons, easing off your bench and holding your breath with each jump. ….or how you’d wait until I walked out of our house in Baltimore, headed to a riding lesson, and you’d throw open the window and whistle and yell at me as I walked sprinted to my car in shame. Sisterly love…

Karen – I still laugh at the thought of you and your friends wanting to pick a fight with the snotty girls at the barn in my defense. I know we all crack up, remembering how I’d ride my bike on Main St to go feed my horses and how your friends loved to honk and cat call at me as I peddled feverishly… but I also know that you would have been the first person to come to my defense if need be.

My family has endured years of cars that smell like horses, shoes that smell like a barn and Christmas lists pulled straight out of a horse catalog. …and yet, they still love me!

How thankful I am to have a family that supports my hobby. I know you’ve all sacrificed in some way, at some point, to help me have the things that make my heart leap – and for that – I love you and thank you endlessly.

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