Saturday, July 13, 2013



This summer I decided it was time to make some room in my Gypsy Room.

That's the room where I create
where I keep things special to me.

My Gypsy Room has floor to ceiling shelves.

All are packed full of projects to finish;
supplies for projects yet begun
art of all kinds.
That means junk art and art junk.

(Gypsy Room is a nice name for Hoarding Room.)

It was time to stop storing for when I have time
and just do some of those projects!


To clear out some things, and decorate my soul a little more
I made SIGNS this week.

Sorry, the pictures aren't that great...
most have my dining room chair seats
as their background or the dining table.

I mainly just took the photos to remember the SIGNS.

The SIGNS are going to my booth this weekend.

Then I am going back upstairs to my Gypsy Room
and enjoy having a tiny bit more space.

 The top SIGN is a board I picked up for 10 cent
at an Estate Sale...
already stained that pretty green color.

The bottom SIGN is painted with chalk paint...
I love the messy lettering.

Tray chalkboard...wanted to make one forever!
     My favorite!

 Top SIGN is on a canvas and the bottom one is a cabinet door.

 Letters fly out of my booth...plunderJUNK...
booth number 56
Big Peach Antique Mall.
Stop in on your way down to Florida some time.
Over 200 vendors and endless junk and antiques!!
 I found the 24x36 canvas for this SIGN in someone's trash.
It was a painting of a little boy sitting on the beach.
I painted the canvas black and the little boy can just keep watching the waves under there.

It's our secret.

This is not really a sign, but I thought it was cute to paint chalkboard paint on this tool tote.
A chalkboard tool tote!
It can be for tools, herbs or just a catch all.

Don't you just adore tool totes?
 See the sweet little Grace SIGN tucked inside?

I am going to be on the lookout for more old cardboard pictures...
vintage or otherwise.

I just love the funky letters they create.

Have you been clearing out
creating this summer?

Busy Vicki

Wednesday, July 3, 2013








 I found this on ChIC vInTiQuE and thought...

How did she know?!

Of course I haven't stopped cleaning my house!
It's clean enough for us.
(wink, wink)

Really, I've always decorated my soul. 
I'm an artsy person...we do that!
However, as I walk through my valley now,
that's even more important to me...
the house will always be there.

I've taken to decorating my soul even more.
This is how I did it last Sunday...

 The church in Musella, Georgia

 Crepe Myrtles the Queen of the South...at least to me.

 It's rusty...that's good enough for me!

 Loved this hall tree!
It was sitting on the peach house porch.
Peach packers and packing machines were behind it.
You could lean on the hall tree as you looked down below at all the commotion of the peach house.
An odd combination, but it decorates the soul.
(who's that bald lady in the pink hat?)

 Have no idea what this is, but it's rusty so, well, you know?
Decorates my soul!

General store just across from the peach house.

 Peach packers eat their lunches here,
under the shed and sitting on these benches.
This thought just made me smile.
While no one was here then, the thought of the laughter and stories shared here was nice.

 We left Musella and moved on to Thomaston, Georgia...

 One of my favorite places was closed,
but their porch front displays
decorated my soul big time!

 Wings on the front doors of
Rescue Me Market...
kinda appropriate for me, dontcha think?

I have many angels watching over me.

 Got to go back for a birdfeeder!!
These are made from tires.

 It's rusty dontcha know?


 Ended this wonderful day exploring this covered bridge.

 Are you decorating your soul?
What have you given
yourself lately?

Tuesday, July 2, 2013


I like old trucks...secret's out!

Old rusty, faded trucks just speak to me.

I don't know anything about their mechanics or workings.

If they're a stick shift, I couldn't drive them.

However, if I had one, I could just sit and look at it all day.
I could make up stories and let my imagination ramble.

Just look at their faces!

Yes, faces!
Look at their expressions and souls.
Their history is there, their stories are told. 

A little boy who's face is full of wonder.

A bit of a grin and rusty eyebrows say he's mischievous and filled with curiosity.

Miss Red here seems a bit confused, but sweet.

  Maybe she is confused as to WHY Blue Boy is leaving.
It's a romantic thang.

Blue Boy's had a rough life.
Lots of heartache and headaches.
He's losing his head over Miss Red.
Uh Oh...here's a brawler.
Been in one too many fights.
Maybe fighting Blue Boy over Miss Red.

                                Ole RD is just a little off center,
                            but probably the wisest in the bunch.
              He's played one too many games of Popeye, however.

These trucks were gathered beside the peach house in Musella.
Holding a service I imagine, a revival without the tent.

Don't you know they've seen it all?

All the busloads of Senior citizens and tourists.

The locals and regulars who come for the peach ice cream.

All the field trucks bringing in the peaches. 

Some are probably the original peach trucks themselves.
Brings back the olden days for them.

So much history sitting in the weeds.

I love old trucks, and I can not lie!


Monday, July 1, 2013

A Peach of a Day...

I love spur of the moment...
we are really good at it! 

Yesterday out of the clear blue
we decided to take a drive
to Musella, Georgia. 

Dickey Farms is there...
they have fresh Georgia Peaches.

Gotta eat Georgia Peaches this time of year!!

Yummmmm goood!

But ya know Musella is so much more than peaches?

A sweet, sleepy little town nestled behind the trees along Highway 341...

 It's old unique telephone booths with...
Old phones and vines weaving in and out.

 Iron doors hanging lazily.


A happy girl lovin' the spontaneous day!

I've got so much more to share about our day...

we dodged the rain and storms,

saw a covered bridge
ate the best peach ice cream,

but that's for

Later Tater...