Mid-Bathroom Mess

I could tell you are just dying to know what is happening with my shower reno!

Let’s just say, it didn’t all go as planned.

This is what it looks like right at this very moment.


Oh, my.

In the meantime, I thought I’d share the links I’ve found informative and helpful.

This one from Lowe’s is great, although scoring and snapping the cement board is not as easy as they make it out to be.

This guy has a whole series on Youtube that is long, but VERY helpful. Especially about not putting up the plastic between layers. When I was tearing the walls down, the wall that had plastic between the insulation and the greenboard practically crumbled with one hit because it was wet and moldy.

My uncle told me about these when I asked him how I should retrofit the plumbing to install our new shower faucet and head. I already knew about Pex pipe from my father-in-law, and these SharkBite fittings made the transition from copper pipe to Pex sooooo easy.

We’ll be back at it this week finishing up the cement board and getting the waterproofing done so (hopefully, fingers crossed) we can tile Saturday. We’ll see how it goes.

Thanks for stopping by!


Move Forward In Faith

I’ve had a couple of fun experiences in the last few weeks that have made me think about pressing forward in faith. And truthfully, these didn’t really require pressing so much as just carrying on with regular life and hoping for the best.

The first was a Relief Society (our women’s organization) activity on a blustery night. Ok, so it was a full blown windstorm and there was a warning issued about not leaving your home’s just as I walked out the door. But here was my justification. We were highlighting some beautiful senior sisters  (not nuns, sisters in the gospel) in our ward, so a lot of time and love had gone into this activity already, plus I didn’t read the warning until after the event. Anyway, my committee and I were at the church setting up for this (what we were hoping would be) beautiful event when the power went out.

At 6:47.

And the five ladies we were highlighting were already there.

And there is no emergency light in the gym.

It was dark.

Fortunately, someone more prepared than I had a few flashlights in their purse, we finished setting up, and, at 7:00, the lights came on! A friend of mine teased that that’s what happens when you move forward with faith. I kind of think it was a coincidence, but I never doubt that the Lord is looking out for me, so, maybe.

The second was this week. I’m in the middle of tearing down and rebuilding my master bath shower, and one night I discovered I lost a diamond in my ring. I quickly ran to my room to say a tearful and heartfelt pray and felt like I needed to look in our huge tool chest that I had been messing around with earlier. So, I went out and dug through every drawer, pulled out the bottom drawer to look in the base, checked the surrounding floor, and found … a mouse skeleton.

I went back in a little distraught. Where could it be? The only other places I could think of were the pickup truck full of shower debris, or the shopvac, also full of debris. I felt I needed trust in Him instead of crazily dig through piles and piles of dust and dirt, so I decided I’d keep my eyes open and hope for the best. If it hadn’t shown up by the time we were ready to dump the garbage, I’d dig through the tile and sheetrock to see, if by some miracle, I could find it.

Fast forward to another night of cleanup. As I was vacuuming, I noticed something shiny on the floor. It was a shaving from a screw, but it put me on alert. Could I have, by some miracle, missed the diamond in my cleanup the day before?

Miraculously, I had! I looked over, and there it was, standing straight up, stuck to the subfloor that was tacky from glue residue.


This I did feel was a miracle. I had prayed about this multiple times, had gone over the demolition area with a flashlight more than once, had worked in there all day, and didn’t run across it. This was a tender mercy of the Lord. I had done what I felt prompted to do (look through the tool chest, put off digging through the trash), and then moved on with hope.

As I was thinking about this idea of pressing forward in faith and reading a little, I came across this quote from President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, Second Counselor in our General Presidency: “There are times when we have to step into the darkness in faith, confident that God will place solid ground beneath our feet once we do.”

Which brought me back to the time we really did press forward in faith.

My husband, Brandon, was working his dream job as a baseball announcer in North Carolina. He had dreamed of and planned for this career since he was a boy. His schooling was focused on it. And then he decided it wasn’t the right fit. It wasn’t good for him, it wasn’t good for us, and it wasn’t good for our family.

So, one day, he walked in the door just a few hours after he’d gone to work and said he’d quit. I was shocked and scared, but so proud of him. He stepped into that darkness in faith. And things weren’t all roses and daisies immediately. There was a while there where he was unemployed and went to interview after interview only to be told he was their second choice, but the first choice had accepted the job offer. It was a humbling time, to be sure.

We took another step forward and decided to move back to Washington to live with my parents while Brandon continued looking for employment, since we were focusing our search closer to our family anyway.

Brandon kept searching in faith, even though rejection after rejection was depressing, and finally got offered a job working in communications for a state agency. Not at all where he thought he’d end up, but it put us on an amazing path, His path, which is always better than our own.

Ether 12:6 in the Book of Mormon says: “Dispute not because ye see not, for ye receive no witness until after the trial of your faith.” As we’ve looked back on this time in our lives, we can truly see His guidance we through it all.

This experience, more than anything else, has given me courage to occasionally move into the darkness, but more importantly, to put daily trust in the Lord that He is guiding me and I need to keep moving forward.


Country Chicken and Potato Bake

In case your family is in town for longer than just tomorrow and you still have to come up with meal ideas to feed a crowd, I thought I’d share a tried and true recipe my family loves.

It comes from a cookbook I got as a wedding gift almost 14 years ago, Good Housekeeping Best Chicken Dishes, and we’ve been loving it ever since. If the name alone doesn’t win you over, I don’t know what will.

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Country Chicken & Potato Bake

2 pounds potatoes, cut into 1 1/2-inch chunks (or however many potatoes you need)
1 medium onion, finely chopped
2 whole chickens (about 3 pounds each), cut up (or a couple packages of thighs and drums from Costco)
2 teaspoons salt
2 tablespoons chopped fresh rosemary or 2 teaspoons dried rosemary, crushed
1/2 teaspoon coarsely ground black pepper
Fresh rosemary for garnish (yeah, right)

Preheat oven to 425F. In large roasting pan (about 17×11 1/2), toss potatoes and onion with chicken pieces, salt, rosemary, and pepper. Arrange the chicken pieces, skin-side up; bake, uncovered, 1 hour or until potatoes are tender and browned and juices run clear when chicken is pierced with tip of knife, basting with pan drippings occasionally. (Or just dump it in the oven and ignore it for an hour.)

(A little paragraph about serving, which I never read or follow because my people don’t care about how it looks. They just want it to taste good.)

Makes 8 main dish servings.

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I made this the other day when we had two extra adults at our table, so with Great-Grandma missing, and the rest of my regular crew, it fed five adults, one pre-teen, and three children with leftovers to spare. I used three packages of Foster Farms thighs I picked up at Costco and about 5 pounds of potatoes.

That’s a winner, winner, chicken dinner.


Installing a Kitchen Faucet

I went to a Ladies’ Night Out at my local lumber store and was SO disappointed. When I saw the advertisement, I was really excited to get to try out some new tools, learn some new tricks, and walk away with some new knowledge!

Instead, it was a glorified shopping event. Hundreds of women buying Christmas decorations at 40% off (not that I’m against a great deal!), vendors with giveaways for things like fancy coffeemakers, and drinks for all.

Not my scene. But they did have sales throughout the store, including on their faucets. And since I could stand for a new kitchen faucet, I took advantage of the 20% off sale and bought a new one.

Back under the sink I go!


My old faucet was old, and ugly, and hardwater stained. Still worked great, but wasn’t pretty. And now I sound shallow. But seriously, it was also really low and getting a pot full of water when the sink is (inevitably) full of dirty dishes required a special balancing act.

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So, I bought this beauty. It sat on the counter for a few days taunting me until I found the time to install it. Installation was a breeze! Removing the old one was a huge pain. Good thing I took photos to document the torture!

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Step one: Turn off the water. VERY important step. Don’t forget this. Age old “righty tighty, lefty loosey.” Got that done? Good.


Step two: Disconnect the water hoses from the valves. Use this wrench. It’s called an adjustable wrench and you won’t end up stripping the nut like might happen if you used pliers. You turn that spirally looking thing with your thumb to make the wrench opening bigger or smaller. “Righty tighty, lefty loosey” here, too.


Step three: Peer into the great, narrow abyss that is the space between the wall and the sink to figure out how this whole thing attaches. Way up at the top, there are some white nuts that threaded onto large plastic pieces that stuck through the holes in the sink. Those were easy. The special extension hoses that are attached to the original copper tubing were a whole other story. I couldn’t get the junction part through the hole in the sink, so….


I cut the copper with some wire snips. Because I was frustrated. And when frustration wins, things get destroyed. Not much else to say about that.


Finally! Now for the fun part!


Here’s my best advice on installing anything, really. READ THE DIRECTIONS! I was so excited to get the new faucet in that I forgot to take step by steps of this, but it was crazy easy. The faucet comes preassembled, so it’s just a matter of feeding the hoses through the hole, attaching the hoses in the exact opposite way you dettached the original hoses, including, and very importantly, using a wrench, and then feeding the nut onto the threaded part of the faucet that goes under the sink. If you have a sprayer, there’s one more quick and easy step of attaching the hose and threading a nut on, but the simpleness of the whole process is astounding.

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See how pretty and tall it is? See how much nicer it is than the old one? See how pretty it is even in it’s natural habitat?


And in case you think I’m a big fraud, here’s a fabulous photo of me under the sink trying not to cuss out the stupid hose extensions I couldn’t get off.

A couple of notes. When I got the old faucet off, I had a hardwater buildup ring around where the old base was. I just used a paring knife (because it was within arms reach) to scrape it off, then a little scouring cleanser to polish it up. Also, you need a bucket here, too, to catch the water from the hoses. Finally, I’m initially attracted to all things shiny, so I was really leaning toward the chrome finish, but the reality of my life is water spots, so I went with brushed nickel. Much better.



So much better.



He Knows My Name

We had a conference at church this last weekend where all the members in our area (10 congregations) met together to be taught by our area leaders. There was a great story told about a man who was on a ship that was going down. The captain had ordered everyone to stay on the boat, but this man had a voice tell him by name to get off the boat. He tried to convince the captain they should jump off, but the captain was convinced they would be safer staying on. After the fourth or fifth time of being told, each time by name, to get off the boat, he finally tackled the captain off. Shortly after, the boat sunk like a rock and they would all have been killed in the suction if they had stayed on.

When the man was asked what he took away from that experience, he replied, “He knows my name.”

He knows my name as well. When I was 18, I had an undeniable witness given to me that He knows me and loves me. That was my first true testimony building moment, and it is my most cherished. Still, nearly 20 years later, it amazes me.

I’ve had gentle reminders of it through the years. Sometimes when I’m feeling lost, often as the frustrated mom of many small, rambunctious boys, and almost always when I’m struggling. Sometimes I ask for the help, like when I can’t find things, and sometimes it just shows up out of the blue and knocks me off my feet that He knows what I need in that moment.

Take this last weekend. My husband just got home from a two-week long trip. The first week was fine, but going into the second weekend, things started to unravel. My sister was ill and my mom needed to go help her, leaving my with my grandma to take care of (have I told you we share our home with my mom and grandma? We know, we’re crazy), along with ourselves, minus Brandon. At first it seemed doable, but as the weekend approached and behaviors started to deteriorate, I started to feel like we weren’t going to make it. Add that my mom’s trip needed to be extended a day, the time for church on Sunday got moved up an hour from 10am to 9am and was a 30 minute trip away instead of our normal 10 minutes, and two of my boys were very unhappy and vocal about a going to a scouting food drive, I was barely holding it together when I dropped them off at the church Saturday morning.

Then, He knew my name.

As I was getting ready to drive away, one of the boys Scout leaders flagged me down and offered to bring the boys home with him. It was such a small gesture, and really no big deal to him, but in that very moment, it was so huge for me. One less trip I had to wrestle with children to convince them to get shoes and coats on and get in the car. I drove home in happy, disbelieving tears.

We got home and I sat down to decompress from the FUN morning I’d had when my phone rang.

Again, He knew my name.

A friend called and said she just felt like she needed to volunteer to watch the kids so I could go to the adult session of the conference that night. I had written that out of my schedule long ago. There was just no way it was going to happen. But here was a sweet friend listening to a little prompting voice and acting on it. I was seriously stunned. I rarely cry around people, or to them, so you know it was a big deal when I couldn’t even speak for about 60 seconds.

How did He know? Because He knows me. He is aware of the mundane, everyday details of my life, and even though I don’t always notice it, if I’m coherent enough by the end of the day to think about it, I can see the small ways He has stepped in to lighten my load, or help me be patient, or help me be the one to show someone else He knows them.

“I stand all amazed at the love Jesus offers me.”

He knows my name.


A Towel/Coat Rack

We’re in the second home we’ve bought, and it’s the second home I’ve moved into that had the towel bars ripped off the walls. Am I the only one? I’ve never really seen the point of patching those holes because you can’t put a new towel bar up in the same spot, and chances are extremely likely that a new towel bar will also be torn out of the wall. Studs are your friend, but I’ve never found a towel bar that is 16 or 32 inches wide (16 inches is the space between studs) or the studs are never in the place I’d really like my towel bar to be.


Holes in the wall and a cute helper

That’s when I came up with this solution. It was for our first house. We had way less money (like, none), so I used a couple of scrap pieces of cedar my father-in-law gave me and the cheapest hooks I could find at Walmart. And it was amazing! Little hands (and big) can hang towels up easily, instead of shoving them through a small space and … pulling the bar off the wall.


This time I decided to up the fancy factor a little with some trim. It required some miter work, but it’s really easy.

I stopped in at my local lumber store to price out the lumber I would need. I originally thought I’d use something like poplar, but at $20 for a six foot length, I decided pine would be just fine. And here’s a tip. When you’re picking out your pine (ALWAYS pick your own!) set it on the ground and eyeball it to make sure it’s straight. A bow in it is ok, but sometimes there are boards that decide to take a little trip off in one direction. You don’t want that. I picked a six foot long 1×8 and paid $5.44.

Here’s where I decided to spend a little money that was unnecessary. I picked out a beautiful piece of hemlock crown at $2.73 a foot. I ended up needing seven feet since I didn’t pre-think my cuts, so that was almost $20. I could have definitely used an MDF trim, or even a pre-primed pine. But since it was going in a bathroom, I didn’t want to have to worry about MDF swelling, and I loved this one, so there you go.

Now to the fun stuff.


Power tools! A miter saw is really helpful for this. You’ll also want a power drill/driver with both a drill bit and a driver head, a stud finder, and a level.

I wanted my board to be 5 1/2 feet long, so I took six inches off my pine board and primed it and the trim board, plus added a couple coats of paint. (Sherwin Williams ProClassic in Extra White Semi-Gloss. I asked what would dry the hardest and they said this is recommended for trim doors. On sale, of course.)

When the paint was dry (it needs four hours between coats and being handled) I marked the studs on the wall, put the board up with a level on top, and screwed the board to the wall at the studs, placing the screws where the trim would cover. I’ve also done this where I attached the trim and then mounted the whole thing to the wall, but then I had to countersink the screw heads and cover them, and I didn’t like that as much.

I should have taken a picture of this step, but doing it all myself and then remembering to photograph it as well was more than my frazzled brain could handle.

Since the board is up, now let’s cut some trim. I wasn’t using my full brain for this part either and had to go get an extra foot of the trim. I could have definitely done it with what I had if I had thought it out a little before.


Here’s a really fancy and professional sketch of what I’m talking about. Also, extremely to scale. Make your cuts so you end up cutting a V out, and you’ll have very little waste. Those two side pieces at the shortest part will be the length of the side of your board. If you’re using 1x, it’ll be 3/4″.







See that crescent shaped ruler at the front of saw? That’s how you’ll set your angle. Now stretch your brain to your high school geometry class, or just trust me, that you need to set it to 45 degrees. And here’s where it can get a little tricky. Honestly, it’s easiest to draw your cut lines on you board before you bring it to this point, because trying to visualize angles and cut lines is tough! At least for me.

Also, notice that there are two marks with 45 degrees on them. That is so you can set your angle to the right direction. If you drawn your lines, you’ll be good to go. Oh, and draw the lines one at a time, to account for blade width. It’ll take off a hair more than your pencil line. And you want your blade to cut just on the pencil line so you can almost still see it on your finished piece. I’m so bossy! But this will make for less filling in the end.

My saw has a red button that I push down and then turn to whatever angle I need. Yours should be similar. Go ahead and make a cut.


If I had been smart in the very first place, I wouldn’t have been cutting this extra foot of trim I had to go buy. If I had learned my lesson in the second place, I would have only had to make one cut. But, alas, I’m not and I didn’t. Two cuts for me. Live and learn and then pass your knowledge along.


Now we’re going to attach the trim! Exciting stuff. I highly recommend drilling a tiny hole in the small pieces so you don’t split the wood in half. Again, from experience. I was just smart enough to learn from it the first time this time.

Ah, a nice blurry picture of glue. But seriously, use it. Trust me. Then put in a nail (or a few if you’re nailing the long piece) and sink all your nails.


Like so. If you don’t have a nail sink, you can use another nail to tap that nailhead in.


Fill your the nail holes and those pesky gaps between your never perfectly cut joints, let it dry, sand, repeat, then touch up paint.


While I was waiting for the whole filling/drying/sanding/repeat process to be done, I chose some pretty hooks and put those up. These are from Walmart. I think they’re pretty great, plus a much better price than the lumber store.

To get the right spacing, you need to divide the length of your board by the number of hooks plus one. Confusing, right? If you have eight hooks like I did, you’ll need nine spaces to get them even. Still confusing, but trust me. I measured it out about 6 times. I needed 7.33333333333333 inches between my hooks and that was not very fun to figure out because there is no such mark as .3 inches in American measurement. I should have used metric.

Once all your measuring, drilling, attaching, filling, drying, sanding, touch-up painting, and drying are done, you’ll have a great towel hook rack for your bathroom! Or back hall!


Where all your kids snow coats and pants hang are still hanging from that one day when you got half an inch of really wet snow and they had to go sledding!


Ain’t it purty? And Brandon only mocked me a few times about needing 20 kids so it’ll get full. He’s so funny.




“By Small and Simple Things”

We had an awakening moment in our house last week. Life had gotten very busy with kids going in various directions from the time school got out until 8:30. I had also started reading Harry Potter to the kids at bedtime, and that was important to them, so family scripture and prayer got rushed so that everyone was in bed and I could read. Or, sometimes I’d read a few verses of scripture from the hallway and everyone would fold their arms from their beds. Or, I would sing a quick Primary song and then pray while they were in bed. Or, it got forgotten all together.

Then one day I caught my boys breaking a serious house rule. You know, not the kind you just quickly reprimand and move past.

And suddenly we realized we were rushing (or missing all together) something critical in our lives. And it seems like such a small thing! We go to church, we pray at meals, we expect and teach good behavior, we even pray together as the boys are running out the door in the morning, but we were missing something vital. Small, but vital. We weren’t putting on our whole armor or getting our whole shield up. And, boy, did the adversary find that gap quickly. We had let our guard down.

When the boys were little, I had this visual of a force field encapsulating my home that would protect us from the fiery darts. Now that they are older and making more of their own choices and exercising their agency, it is getting harder for me to protect them, and more important than ever that I do everything I can to help them protect themselves. And the things they need are small.

Alma 37:6 in the Book of Mormon reads, “by small and simple things are great things brought to pass,” and that scripture never spoke more true to me than it did when I realized that the small task of gathering together to read from the scriptures and pray brought great protection. I mean, it only takes 15 minutes at the most. How could I shoo that away?

As I’ve watched dear women whom I love dearly leave the church, it has made me realize that Satan also only needs a small gap to gain a great hold. And he is ever watchful.

Over the summer I had let a seemingly insignificant thing creep back into my life, but it wasn’t insignificant because the Lord had told me to delete it from my habits. So, when I got my gentle reminder about exactness in obeying the laws of God, I made an immediate change. See, I have another image of us floating in the ocean, with sharks circling, watching for the smallest sign of weakness so they can attack and pull us down. And he’s so wiley, he knows just the small thing that can destroy us.

The amazing part is, we have someone on our side, ready to snatch us up when He sees the smallest chance as well. And He will give us gentle reminders about the small things we need to change or improve on so that we can become our greatest selves. The us that He knows and loves because He walked with us before. His love is no simple thing. It is vast and unfathomable, especially for me, who shows her weakness and unworthiness daily. He still loves me. He is still cheering me on. And He is helping me every small step of the way.


Wedding Fun

A friend of mine got married over the weekend and asked if I could help out with a few things.


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She begged and borrowed ladders, crates, and lanterns from friends and family for all the decorations. Add in some mason jars, tons of babies breath, Christmas lights, twine and tulle, and it really a pretty easy and inexpensive reception.

I helped with the banners and signs for the food tables, a simple cake topper, and flowers. It turned out to be a great couple of days creating and decorating!


Because I’m super cheap, I made the banners out of brown lunch bags and cardstock. I printed the letters on my computer using Veteran Typewriter font from Dafont.com. I just trimmed to bags down to one layer, cut the ends at an angle, tore the cardstock edges, glued the letters down, and used one of the folds already in the bag to glue it all to twine.

One note about tearing cardstock- To get the rough edge to show, you have to tear it like is shown in the photo. Otherwise, you get a torn edge, but you don’t have the raw paper, too. From a distance I’m sure no one noticed, but if you’re doing something up close, make sure you tear the edge you’re discarding toward you. Then you’ll have the right look.


This is my interpretation of a wire cake topper she had seen and loved. Super simple. I had the heavy gauge wire in my garage from who knows what, and some leftover spray paint from painting my house numbers. I drew out how I wanted the letters to look to use as a template and got to bending. Quick and easy.


The flowers were my favorite. It was so fun to flex those design muscles, but I was super nervous about her liking them. I got from her inspiration photos that she wanted something relaxed and flowing. This is what I came up with. I had sent her pictures of the other projects as I worked on them, because I was pretty confident she’d love them, but I was nervous about the flowers and didn’t show her until the day of. I’m still not sure how she felt about them, but I know she loved everything else, plus, if she got them on the day of and hated them, she’d be too busy to care too much! Hopefully…

Anyway, that was last week. It was a ton of fun to ignore my house and make a huge mess for someone! Plus, it got my wheels turning for my sister’s wedding coming up in February.

I also had some people tell me I should plan parties. I responded by laughing in their faces. My momma raised me well.


The Veil

I have three very close family members on the other side of the veil. My dad, who passed when I was almost 13 in 1993; my baby brother, and by baby I mean 6’2”, 250 pound, very handsome, four-years my younger, brother, who passed away in February 2010; and my step-dad, who deserves a much better title than that, who passed on in October of 2012.

If you’re thinking, “geez, that sucks,” you’re right. It really does. Would I have them back in a heartbeat if it were offered me? Yes. A thousand times yes. But that’s not possible.

Instead, I’ve been blessed with small moments where I’ve been given the knowledge that they are still here, very close, and busy.

The first time I ever experienced the feeling that the veil is think was while my sister was receiving her patriarchal blessing. It was quite a few years after his passing, but as I sat in that room with my arms folded and head bowed, I knew he was there. I could feel his presence just as if he were sitting next to me.

Another time was just after my brother reunited with my dad. I had felt peace and comfort about his death immediately when it happened, but there was still a profound loss. So, as my little boys were saying their prayers one night and my grief was running down my face, I had two sets of arms wrap around me. I knew they were those of my dad and brother. It was exquisite. And as soon as the prayer was over, they were gone. I stood there begging for them to come back, and I had the distinct impression that they could, but they were busy. They had a lot of work to do and needed to get back to it. I can’t even tell you how much hope that small moment brought me.

While the losses of my dad and brother were difficult, the hardest loss I’ve dealt with thus far is that of my step-dad, Lloyd. He came into my life during those terrible teenage years when I needed a dad more than anything, but didn’t want one. But he loved me anyway and saved me from the path of self-destruction I was on.

So when he was diagnosed with Leukemia and succumbed to it two weeks later, a huge pillar of my support crumbled.

Which is probably why I’ve had the most experiences with him. I was blessed with a glimpse of what he was doing just after he died. He had immediately gone to his grandma to teach her. How could I not find comfort in that?

There have also been a few times where I’ve felt him holding my hand. The last time was about a year ago. I had gone in for my temple recommend interview and was asked if I felt worthy to enter the temple. I answered yes, and the member of the stake-presidency who was conducting the interview asked me why I felt that way. So I told him because I try hard. I have a lot of people on the other side that I want to be able to live with forever, and I have to do my part.

Anyway, it made my grief run down my face again, and I spent the 15 minute drive home in tears. You know, the aching kind. Wracking sobs, almost. And the whole way, Lloyd was holding my hand, just like he had in life so many times.

Now, I’m not saying these experiences are common. I’ve had four or five in 20 years, but those four or five times have cemented in me a knowledge that the veil is thin, the spirits of our dearly departed are here on earth, and they are close.

And that has brought me more comfort than anything else ever has.


Thrift Store Frames

I knew when I started tackling the boys’ bathroom I wanted a collage of uplifting, spirit-prompting quotes on the wall. I mean, sometimes they’re in there for a while and … you know, they need something to read. I’m just providing a needed service here!

I wanted the frames to be white because what was going in them was going to be colorful and the blue I chose for the walls is pretty bold, so white would keep it calm. I looked at frames whenever I thought about it if I happened to be at a store, but $10-$15 a piece for at least 8 frames added up quickly. I wanted real wood frames at rock-bottom prices.

Then one day I was driving past my local thrift-store and decided to stop and see what they had. Um, score! The first stop in I got 6 wood frames all for under $1 each!


I sanded and primed (Zinsser 1-2-3) and painted (Sherwin-Williams ProClassic in Extra White Semi-Gloss. Only ever buy S-W paint when it’s on sale) them along with a few other small projects for that bathroom and decided I needed six more to fill the wall space.

(Look! That’s the pew I used the PolyShades on! That’s a more accurate look at the shade of the vanity.)

I made another stop into the thrift store, picked up six more frames and repeated the painting process.

Then I sat down with a pile of the magazine our church puts out for our teenagers and pulled out all the word art quotes that are printed there, put them in the frames and lined the frames up on the floor how I wanted them on the wall.


I used a level and a chalk line to mark a straight line on the wall as a guide and blue sticki-tac on the bottom corners so they don’t move.

Cost for frames – about $10

Paint and primer I already had floating around my house.

I like it! And now my boys have something to read if they happen to forget a book.