Thursday, May 7, 2015

Where I've been...


My words have been absent from my blog but are definitely still out there floating in the ether.  Since Christmas I've been focused on three large projects.  Two newsstand issues, back to back (RECYCLED STYLE AND DECORATING), which I styled, photographed and wrote in their entirety and are still out on the newsstand.. And a new, free on-line digital magazine for Wagner Spraytech all about easy and impactful paint projects for dressing up your home.  There is lots to tell about the printed magazines (which I will save for a future post) and much joy about announcing my decorative paint magazine FINISH  which will be posted quarterly and which you can view HERE.
I am super excited to share this FREE content with all of you.  Rooms, projects, easy DIY that you can create and adapt to your own projects.  I can't wait for you to have a peek and share in the exciting projects to come.  We tell you step by step how to achieve the finishes and also all the beautiful hues and shades of paint we used to accomplish the look.  Please, take a look, relax, enjoy, and engage all the colorful, do-able content that will lead you to "paint your own world."

Here is the link to the  free on-line magazine for Wagner spray tools.  It will be quarterly and always filled with inspiring paint ideas that have been made as easy as possible. It is my hope that you might share the link on your blog and social media this Friday, as I think that this may be a great way to reach my readers. 
 Thanks so much, and I hope you enjoy the ideas! 

Friday, March 6, 2015

Matthew Mead's Upcycled Style - Available In Stores Now

Matthew Mead's Upcycled Style Available in Stores Now




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Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Merry Christmas, and Part Six of The Christmas Pudding.

Dear readers, there isn't enough time in the holiday rush to post all of the passages from my short story, THE CHRISTMAS PUDDING. My hope is to someday publish the entire story and to share more from time to time on the blog.  For now, in the spirit of Christmas, I wanted to leave the happenings at Sanua Semples' house on a joyful note. I wish you all the most wonderful Christmas time - with all of your friends and family close and joyful - and the most magical of times in every part of the new year.  2015 looks spectacularly promising for me with news I shall share on New Year's day.  Until then I will think of you all gathered around the Christmas tree or holiday feast, taking in all the warmth and splendor of your family and the light of this beautiful season.


In this passage, little Joseph has become a host guest of Sanua Semples and is relating the sights and sounds of breakfast time in the kitchen:

There is utter joy in the foot steps of a donkey and goat as their hooves make light clonking and clanking noises up and down the backyard ramp leading  to the Dutch door.  Already dressed in their blanket coats, they are making a gentle commotion signaling their eagerness for breakfast. Though the door is yet
to be opened, they know the sounds of their feet will be just enough to get them what they are asking for. In the kitchen a copper pot filled with scalded milk sits cooling on the plank board countertop. Into the pot will be folded a mix of dried ground corn, flattened oats, and coarsely chopped lady apples. The thickened mash is sprinkled with brown sugar and cinnamon and divided into two yellowware milk pans, the one for Samuel being slightly larger. Sanua opens the top tier doors, and in a rush - like flood gates opening - the bodies of a donkey and a goat press heavily against the bottom door with heads simultaneously moving and bobbing as if there is a competition to see who will be first at the food."Now, now,"says Sanua, "all in good time." She unlatches the bottom door, with both Samuel and Lamb pushing to be first, and with a bowl in each hand leads them down the ramp and into the yard to place the food on the ground in front of the carriage shed door. Eating ensues immediately and as she turns and makes her way back up the ramp to latch the bottom door, Scoot barrels over the railing up the ramp and over the closed door like a horse jumping a gate in an obstacle course. He lands lightly on the bottom of the kitchen work table where amongst the crockery, Sanua has set out a bowl of finely shredded chicken for his morning repast. I am still absorbed in sleep and the quickness and speed of these fully engaged animals is more stimulation than my mind can process and understand.

Placed before me is a thick, gray earthen mug filled with fragrant tea, and two hearty slices of oatmeal brown bread spread with butter and drizzled with golden honey. In a small bowl, two halves of a jarred Bartlett pear rest in syrup, with a dollop of thick cream and a sprinkling of toasted oats. As I gain my composure and wipe the sleep from my eyes, I spot a tiny evergreen tree leaning up against the firebox. It is a sign of the season and we will plant it among a pile of soft, downy moss in a galvanized grape picker's pail and place it in front of the big gray door that leads to the cold closet. At least that is what was told to me before bed last night, and those precursors to each day always come to pass.