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Guys, I may have just found my next purchase for The Little Barn. If you know me, you know that one day I long to either live in or own a Tiny Home. This may no longer have to be a dream.

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Earlier this week, Tiny House Blog published an article on Güte Shepherd Huts. Güte is a Canadian company that specializes in handcrafted huts and furniture. The company stems from Germany, hence the name Güte (meaning good) and my title (that is very good).

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Every element that goes into one of these huts has been chosen for a specific purpose. Typical of Tiny Homes, form neither follows nor precedes function, but goes hand in hand in the most brilliant way.

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I love the exterior of The Collingwood, but the interior of The Classic. I think that every homeowner should own a Güte if they ever expect to receive guests and visitors.

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I am finally excited to be a Canadian.

<3

Emory

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hello 2015, goodbye 2014

Lotta Sanita 4Hello, friends and family! Happy New Year!

I am going to start off by apologizing. My intended “week off from blogging” has turned into nearly twelve days of no posts. That’s like The Twelve Days of Christmas, but instead of you all receiving gifts, you were given radio silence. Or internet silence, in this case. Don’t worry, though. I’m back, renewed, and am ready to knock your socks off! Let’s begin by recapping the entire year of 2014.

IMG_11.jpg oneMy first post of the year began with food, and the recipes continued to pour in over the next eleven months. I featured a dozen guest bloggers with various sweet and savory posts in my Blogger’s Dozen series. From cookies, to tarts, to pasta, to quesadillas, to hot chocolate, I had such a blast meeting and working with these amazing people, and expanding my audience to many new readers around from the world!

IMG_9.jpgPHOTO_15.jpgIMG_7.jpgHolly01Mum Guin 8IMG_3312 copyNext, I dedicated many posts to nature and our animals. I showed you our incredibly snowy Canadian days herehere, and here. I wrote six succulent posts since God apparently decided to finally bless me with a green thumb after twenty-eight years on this planet! This one was your most favoured, readers! Holly and Truman were never far from my mind or my keyboard. Nor were cats, horses, or other pets. I documented Holly’s health struggles which spanned the entire summer (thankfully, she is on the mend). Additionally, my big, beautiful St. Bernard, Dear Prudence, had to be put down in the spring. Between Pru and Holl, those were the most emotionally draining few months that I had ever experienced. However, whenever I felt down, I could always count on nature to fix my wounded soul.

PHOTO_1-1.jpgIMG_2.jpg122.jpgSo what did I have to be thankful for this past year? Well, the month of January meant a birthday celebration for my husband, and subsequently, many more parties followed! With one or more birthdays each month in my family, I only had time to blog about a few of them. We celebrated my oldest niece turning six with a beach party at our (then) future home, as well as my week-long winter bash. I also blogged about Valentine’s DaySt. Patrick’s Day, Canada Day/Independence Day, our fourth Wedding Anniversary, Thanksgiving, Halloween, Día de Muertos, and Christmas! Phew.

IMG_7.jpgIMG_1.jpgJ+J 521.jpgThe year was one of many ‘firsts’. It began with my first iPhone, then onto my first hand tattoo, regular freelance position for a magazine, pop-up shop, and paid for photo shoot. My favourite ‘first’ had to be the opening of my retail store, Potomac Trading Post, Ltd!

IMG.jpgIMG_1.jpg01.jpgJanuary also began with one of my favourite DIYs of the year; A Painted Teapot. What followed were popular posts such as a Sherlock Terrarium, Wood and Wire Succulent Holder, Address Stamp, Classic Pumpkin, Wednesday Addams Make-Up (a post that brought in over 700 views in under two days), Harvest Wreath, Reindeer Plates, and an American Plant Holder.

IMG_12.jpgBeFunky_6.jpgOver the last year, I gave insight into blog organization, good antique shopping, tattoos, small home living, choosing an ad photo, and finding a dream home.

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During this past year, readers witnessed a big change in our residence(s). We began our search for an acreage in January 2014, but I didn’t let any of you know until March. Being guarded doesn’t always go hand in hand with blogging, and it’s something that I’ve have to work on over the last two years. (Fun fact: when I first began blogging on tumblr, I didn’t reveal our first names, where we lived, or even our faces! I was simply known as *e* and readers only ever saw the back of my head.) I posted about our search for the perfect home many times over the next few months. We were finally on the right track by May, and both listed and sold our beautiful house, Little Green, by June. We ended up buying an empty lot in a provincial park, and have chronicled our adventures ever since! The final reveal will be coming within a matter of weeks. :-)))

Screen Shot 2014-07-17 at 9.24.14 PM8.jpghr_Nightcrawler_65.jpgScreen Shot 2014-08-31 at 8.36.07 PMFinally, we travelled lots but always stayed close to home, moved twice, watched many great films, ate amazing food, laughed, cried, were inspired, and learned invaluable lessons. I would say that the best part of my year was nearly each and every day, and seeing how much I grew into being a woman who knew exactly who and what she wanted out of life. Self-realization is a tricky thing, and I feel as if this year was my year for it to happen.

Cemetery 02I hope that you are all excited to take this journey into the year 2015 with me! My blogging resolution is to gain 5,000 followers! What will yours be?

<3

Emory

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a week of christmas: diy your gifts

SucculentHolder8.jpgI am a believer in cheap gifts. Does that sound bad? Not so cheap that your friends and family dread receiving presents from you, and have secretly brandished you as a penny pincher. More like waiting to buy a really nice item once it goes on sale, or making something really beautiful for that special someone that will totally be used on a daily basis. I have also been known to regift. It’s something that I secretly take great pride in performing.

I think that my frugal attitude towards gift-giving stems from the fact that my family is just so damn big. I have immediate family members, step family, in-laws, a nephew and nieces galore, not to mention friends and random workers that I guiltily feel as if I must splurge on. That being said, making presents is something that I whole-heartily believe in.

SucculentHolder11I began this month with this Christmas DIY. Now, I’m here to show you an even simpler, and better yet, free DIY that is perfect for any plant lovers in your circles. I would personally love to receive this gift. So I made it for myself, in anticipation of showing all of you.

Even though I’m Canadian, I’ve had a mild obsession for American Flags lately. I chose to make our bedroom an American-themed room, and made an American-themed Valentine’s Day DIY for HaveHeart Magazine coming in February. Crazy, right? Anyway, I decided to take my obsession to a plant-based level as well. The lines in the can were reminiscent of the stripes in the flags, so really I had no other choice but to turn it into the American flag. However, you can make any motif that you, or your recipient, would like.

SucculentHolder1This is what you’ll need to make a Motif Plant Holder:

Tin Can

Acrylic Paint

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Drill

SucculentHolder2It’s honestly such a straightforward project. To begin, simply drill a hole into the bottom of the tin can for drainage. I kept the lid to use as a plant dish.

SucculentHolder5Next, you’re ready to begin painting. Go wild. Cover half of the can, or the whole can, in whatever designs and colours that you would like.

SucculentHolder6I obviously chose the American Flag.

SucculentHolder9Once you’re done that, fill the can with a plant or succulent. Note, if this is a gift, and you’d like to minimize the chance of the plant dying on them, it’s best to stick to something a little tougher, like from the plant family Cactaceae​. I chose to use this Aloe Vera plant, since it seems to have been planted in magic fairy dust and will not stop growing!

SucculentHolder10SucculentHolder12The last step is to carefully wrap it. Obviously, the longer that you wait to do this, the better. But hey, if you’re the gambling type, then why not wrap it now?

SucculentHolder7See you tomorrow!

<3

Emory

on nature and spirituality

Sunrise1A few weeks ago, I woke up in the morning feeling depressed. As the day progressed, I felt lethargic, unhappy, and completely out of sorts with myself and the world around around me. I told my husband that evening after he got home that I wasn’t feeling very good, and we went to bed without saying much of anything. I hoped that the next morning, I would wake up my usual groggy, but happy, self. It didn’t happen. The next day, I felt even worse. After coming back from my morning walk, I began to groom my dogs like I typically do. I ended up cutting one of Holly’s nails too short, and as it was bleeding she started to whimper. This made me start crying, and when I bent down to look at her nail, she defensively snapped at me and ended up biting my face.

I am fully aware that dog bites are a incredibly touchy subject with people, but more than half of the time, it is usually the fault of the humans that provoke an attack. Holly is old, has cancer, and is getting to be almost impossible to groom. I have a muzzle for her to prevent incidences like this from happening, and know to only groom her for a maximum of 5-10 minutes a day. Normally she will get annoyed and then walk away when she’s done. In the four years that I’ve owned her, this was the first time that she had actually bit me. I should’ve left her muzzle on, should’ve been more gentle, shouldn’t have tried looking through tears, and shouldn’t have hovered over her like I did. While she did break the skin, it wasn’t serious enough to get stitches. It startled me more than anything. Afterwards, she came up to me and began licking my face, then rolled over in submission. Needless to say, we were friends again. It was a stupid error on my part.

The remainder of the day did not get any better. I was on the verge of crying all day, so I buried myself in my work and tried to hide from the world. That night, I picked up Lena Dunham’s audiobook “Not That Kind Of Girl” from the library, and drove around the city, finding errands to run, just as an excuse to keep listening to it. It was the first time that I had laughed in two days, and I found myself feeling a little better. I got home late that night, still feeling a little sad, and went to bed.

Sunrise3On the third morning, I woke up disappointed to realize that my mood hadn’t changed from the night before. My dogs, who usually like sleeping in until 9:00 am, got up with me at 7:30 am. They were probably too well-rested from my frequent early nights. By 8:30 am, we were out of our hour-long walk. Everything from the ground, to the trees, to the fences, had frost on it. The sun was rising, and the sky was the brightest pink and yellow, mixed in with a bit of blue. It was gorgeous. It was also -22°C (-8°F), but there was not a lick of wind. Being overly dressed in my standard Canada winter wear, I was toasty and content. As I walked into the sunrise, snapping photos and playing with the dogs, I felt myself feeling better. I could sense that something was different about that morning.

Sunrise2We turned left at the end of the road, and walked past all of the acreages towards some empty fields. When we got to a clearing, I stopped to watch the sun still coming up over the horizon. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. There, in the distance, were about 20 deer prancing across the field, towards the sun. Look closely at the above photo. Can you see them in the centre? It was the most beautiful thing that I had witnessed in such a long time. I quickly grabbed my phone so that I could always remember this moment, and took a series of photographs. After they had crossed the field and disappeared, we continued on our walk. A few minutes later, my phone ended up dying from the cold, even though it was just at 60%. Damn, I thought. However, I was still relieved to have taken a few pictures.

We went as far as the road could go, turned around, and began to make our way back home. The sky was almost completely pink at that point, and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to be able to witness it on such an amazingly still morning. After a few minutes, I saw quick movements to my right in the field opposite the one where I had just seen the herd of deer. I looked over and to my surprise, I saw 6 or 7 more deer leaping across the field, then the road, and finally into the field where I had witnessed the herd before them. Once again, they vanished into the trees under the rising sun. I was astounded by the fact that Holly, Truman, and I were completely surrounded by these spectacular animals. We were in the centre of a ring of deer, and that I would probably never be able to experience something like this again. I felt like Snow White in the middle of an enchanted forest. It was such a magical feeling, and it was one that I was needing, that day, of all days.

Sunrise4Turning away from watching where they had just disappeared, I looked down the road. Standing in our path, was one lone deer. It was watching me, watching it. I thought, what’s it doing? Then I looked over, and saw one last little guy bounding across the field, towards the one that I was having a staring contest with. Once they were together, they both ran off in the same direction as the others. It was the sweetest thing ever. Animals are truly profound.

When we were more than halfway back, the sunrise was at its brightest point. I wanted to document it more than anything, but my phone had died quite awhile ago. Putting my hand into my pocket, I said to myself (sort of jokingly), if there is a God, my phone will turn on. I pulled it out, hit the power button, and the little Apple symbol came up. My phone switched on, and was back at 40%. Oh. My. God. I aimed, took one picture of the sky, and my phone turned off again. The battery was dead. Unbelieving of what just happened, we continued onwards towards home.

Sunrise5For the entire walk, a quote from the film Nymphomaniac was playing over and over in my mind. It was in the beginning of the movie, when Joe (Charlotte Gainsbourg) was describing herself to Seligman (Stellan Skarsgård). She said:

“Perhaps the only difference between me and other people is that I’ve always demanded more from the sunset. More spectacular colors when the sun hit the horizon. That’s perhaps my only sin.”

Those lines stayed with me more than anything else in the film. It was such a raw and honest moment, and a poignant one at that. Self-deprecation is something that I, too, do often. While I found the scenario to be a quite beautiful one, I found myself disagreeing whole-heartedly with that statement. I’ve always been in awe of both the sunrise and the sunset. Nothing makes me feel so little or unimportant as seeing them. In those moments, I realize that my petty problems are insignificant, as there are greater things to focus my attention on. I am also reminded of the fact that there is a God, whether it’s the Almighty One that Christians believe in, or not. I feel broken down and alive, all at the same time.

When I got home that morning and on that third day, I started to feel better. I wasn’t as sad as I had been for the last few days. The culmination of events that took place that morning were exactly what I had needed to pull me out of my depression. Everything in nature is and was just perfect. And whether we’re ready for it or not, the sun will rise again.

<3

Emory

fifty shades of grey

Stain1Spoiler alert: This is not a post about the erotica novel or film. 

Picking out stain was about as frustrating as picking out a hand railing. My knowledge of stain is about as profound as my knowledge of quantum physics. I know that they exist, and that they are a fundamental part of their respective categories, but as for how it all works, I have no idea. 

Stain4I have never used any other colour of stain aside from white. It was on two different staircases, one inside and one outside. I used the same stain for both and applied it with a paintbrush. It was messy and didn’t last longer than a year on either. I saw my hard work go down the drain, and decided from that point on that I hated stain. Paint was the way to go. 

Stain3That was before The Little Barn. Since then, stain has become our best friend. From the varying brands, to the varying types, to the varying tints, to the varying coverages, to the varying woods, to the varying materials used to apply it, we have had a crash course in stain. Stubborn to the end, I can’t say that I’ve liked it. However, I don’t hate it as much as I once did.

My mum uses stain for everything. I never understood it before, until now. With having to choose a colour for our tongue and groove ceiling, trim, doors, and furniture galore, we decided to stick to none other than gray. No, it’s not for our love of gray days, nor for the novel by E.L. James, but merely because it looks freaking cool. Literally. Its cool tones work well with our dark floor and white walls. I’m a big fan of the shade.

Stain2We chose Classic Gray Minwax for the majority of our home. For our furniture, we went with Sun Bleached Varathane.

What has been your experience with stain?

<3

Emory

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