Saturday Sparks — Rustic Porches

Saturday Sparks — Rustic Porches

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So you’ve probably heard mention of my new deck by now (in fact, I have two new decks), and I promise to share pics soon, but first I think a bit of decorating is in order. After three years in our new home, I’m so happy to have a new sitting spot out back and want to bring a rustic touch to the décor there.

Now, when I say “rustic” I’m thinking outdoorsy, Adirondack or homey wood furniture with plaid throws, old-fashioned ticking or denim pillows. While it would be nice to have an actual cabin in the woods with timber beams and a huge rock fireplace, I don’t. What I do have is a humble wooden deck that is now bare and begging for inspiration. And so it’s that inspiration I’m sharing today.

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Windows Down and the Wind in My Hair

Windows Down and the Wind in My Hair

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Yesterday I packed my bags, kissed my husband, buckled in my boy and hit the road for a few fun days in my Oklahoma hometown visiting family and friends, doing some shopping and working on a few small jobs around the house where I grew up. It’s always comforting to come home, especially since I haven’t been back since Christmas, but every now and then I get to experience a moment just short of deja vu that floods my mind with happy thoughts and takes me back to the carefree days of life.

While I had no idea that the purchase of a new bench for my back deck would have me waxing nostalgic, retrieving the darn thing this afternoon in a truck without A/C actually brightened my day and smiled my soul. After loading and severely bungeefying the bench, I turned myself around and headed for home. Somewhere along the few mile way, I found myself driving down Highway 66 with the windows rolled down in my Dad’s pickup truck, my crazy curls flying in my face and Sweet Home Alabama blaring on the radio. And for just a few simple moments, I felt an innocence and freedom like being 16 and reminded myself that it really is so good to be me.

 
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Guys Don’t Get It

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Sometimes guys just don’t get it. Yesterday I asked my husband to take an old metal glider to a friend’s garage sale because I wanted to get rid of it. It was the only piece of furniture on our new back deck, but I decided to sell it and use the money to buy something different. Here’s how the conversation went. . .

Hubs:  “Now exactly why are we getting rid of the glider?”

Me: “Because it’s not the look I’m going for.”

Hubs:  “You mean it’s paid for.”

Me:  “No, I mean I want something more rustic out there.”

Hubs:  “But it’s covered in rust. How much more rustic can you get?”

Yes, this is the man I live with everyday — exhausting, but loveable. Needless to say, he took the glider to the sale.

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