You guys know I’m a lover of words, but every once and again, even I need a break from them all. Here’s a look at the past few weeks in photos. Lots of yarn. A little beach. Cuddly cats. Toys. Christmas. New York. And back to work. I’m sure my weekend ahead will include some of the same. Here’s hoping yours is fantastic.
While I know very little about classic cars and I wouldn’t even go so far as to say I’m interested in learning more, I did attend a classic car show recently. It got me thinking, not about classic cars, but instead about the phrase “instant classic.”
See, the cars on display seemed to have withstood the test of time. They’ve been labored over and loved. Treasured and kept in pristine condition. Passed down between generations and restored to their original glory. They define what it means to be a classic.
But an “instant classic” doesn’t stand for any of that. Is anything so great that it should arrive and instantly be given such a title? Sure, things are “instant hits,” “instant sensations” or “instant favorites.” But “instant classic?” Shouldn’t we reserve that title for something more deserving?
To prove that it’s overused, I’ve found some recent examples:
– Dana Carvey’s Choppin Broccoli (funny, sure. instant classic…. jury’s still out.)
– Advertising during this week’s all-star game (c’mon, I work in advertising and don’t even think it should be labeled “instant classic.”)
– Melissa McCarthy’s Jet Ski Story (so, wigs make everything better?)
– This stupid picture (what grade are we in?)
Really. How can any of those ever live up to the standards and glory and beauty of a 1957 Chevy? Will “Choppin Broccoli” be searchable in 60 years? And will anyone really want to search it? And should that be what is known as a classic from our generation?
I’m not here to provide any further answers or insights. Just to say that “What really is an instant classic?” is a question we can all put some thought to, I suppose.
I know. I haven’t been here much. But springtime is busy time you guys. We’ve been cleaning, painting, mowing (not me), organizing, celebrating, thrifting, yard-saleing and enjoying the cool sunny days we’ve had. Here’s a look. (I’ve also started a small wildlife refuge in my backyard, see below)
If you’ve seen part 1 and you’ve seen part 2, you’re probably wondering what we made while I enjoyed a weekend in the beautiful Craft House. As I mentioned, the house was inspiring as snippets of projects hung throughout the home.
The stock of supplies also helped up dream up new ideas, even creating a need for a run to the local Wal*Mart. A “craft-run” if you will. It’s kinda like a beer-run, only you come home with a six pack of glitter or yarn. When you rent the Craft House, it’s a bring your own supplies type of weekend, but we still admired the display of gorgeous odds and ends.
To kick off the weekend, one friend put together these little treat bags with homemade trail mix inside. Which I happily snacked on over the weekend. Then, it was time to start on our first project—a homemade felt garland, inspired by this one, only with a patriotic twist.
The first step was cutting felt. And LOTS of it. Some of the ladies also mixed some red, white and blue fabric pieces into theirs, while I kept mine true to felt. This is a super simple project that you can easily do while chatting nonstop and/or drinking a nice glass of wine.
You simply take a piece of twine and tie your felt or fabric scraps around the twine. Bunch them together. Fluff them around. Voila! A felt garland perfect for every patriotic holiday that comes along this year.
Here’s a craft-in-action shot. We made some smaller projects like yarn pom-poms that can be used to decorate baskets, garlands, gifts, or whatever. I’ll have some finished shots of that too soon, promise!
Our crafty spread continued throughout the weekend as we created wreaths (below), bunting, burlapies and more. Stopping only to take breaks for eating, sleeping and some shopping (more on that some other time.)
Here’s all the different wreaths we made. Can you guess which one is mine? (Look below for the big reveal!)
I was so blessed to spend such a great weekend with good friends, food, crafts and shopping. I mean, if you had thrown a dance lesson in there we might have changed the hashtag of the weekend from #craftcation to #kellysfavoritethings. A huge thanks to my friends for finding the Craft House and organizing an amazing weekend. More pics of the crafts to come!
Did you catch Part 1? This craft weekend was all about having fun. This was just one of the many reminders around the house. Since you got a tour yesterday, and a mini-history of all the places I’ve lived, let me elaborate a little more on that story.
One of the best parts of moving so many times was my creative side got to come out as I decorated each new bedroom I lived in. That means I had purple carpet when I was 5 and black carpet when I was 19. Just what every parent wants in their home, I’m sure.
Now, there was no black or purple carpet in the Craft House, but it wouldn’t have surprised me to see some. There were many fabulous vignettes through the home and amongst the 16 beds that were inspirational and aspirational as well.
Now, when it came time to choosing a bed, I was like the princess and the pea. I just couldn’t decide which room to sleep in. Each room was just as good as the last. Take a look.
But, at the end of our first day at the house, I decided to settle into “The Map Room” outfitted with four beds and four times as many maps.
As you can see, the upstairs of the home was just as crafty as the ground floor. The handmade curtains and quilts and prints and garlands were dancing through our dreams. Just what we needed to get our creative juices flowing. More on how we channeled that energy soon!
Growing up, I was sometimes jealous of friends who had lived in one home their whole lives. They’ve always had the same room, the same neighborhood, the same childhood best friends that they’ve known since they were born. After moving form Pennsylvania to Alabama and living in a few houses along the way, I longed what for what they had. But given the chance to move away for college, I jumped at it, and off to Oklahoma I went.
Fast forward 4 years and I again shipped my things halfway across the country to move to Boston. Once here I fell in love with the city, and then a man, and here we are today—no longer envious of those friends who can still call their childhood house their home. It took a while for me to get here, but I wouldn’t have it, or all that moving around any other way.
If not for all that jumping around, I would have missed out on so many of my favorite memories. The newest of which, is a weekend spent at The Craft House, in Newton, Kansas, with a handful of my closest college friends.
So while I can’t say that I lived in one house growing up, I can say I spent one fabulous weekend in this house talking about growing up with some amazing women. And I can now realize how lucky I truly was to live in so many places and meet so many great people who I can still connect with today.
When I started looking at all my photos from the weekend I realized this could be one terribly long post. Or three more digestible, big-bite-sized posts. So, this is the first of three of the latter. Take a tour around The Craft House, then come back for more tomorrow. And maybe even the day after. (For more info on The Craft House, renting it, or signing up to attend a hosted weekend there, check out Meg’s blog.)
It’s worth noting that even though we planned a “craft weekend,” we spent as many hours in the kitchen as we did around the craft table. But look at it, why wouldn’t we?
The houses vivd colors and eclectic decor inspired us from the moment we walked into the door. I loved the maps and globes everywhere, especially consider all that moving and shaking I did in my earlier years.
See that second camera from the left? Well, Newton, Kansas also has a handful of wonderful antique stores filled with excellent prices on second-hand vintage items. And, in one of those stores, I saw a very similar camera. I’m kicking myself for not picking it up. (Note, anyone in Newton, KS reading this that wants to send it my way, let me know.)
This is a crafty-gal’s dream. This room was equipped with two spacious tables for all your crafting needs plus a cutting table for all those fabric projects. Speaking of projects, there will be more on those soon, I promise.
This past weekend I was in full-on dance mode. Here are some pics to prove it. Yes, they get a little blurry, but I’m not even mad. These girls, and guy, straight killed it. For that matter, all the dancers in the entire show were fantastic. I teach a couple classes at Colleges of the Fenway Dance Project and the students are the shining part of my week. Scroll down to see more, or head over to Dance Kelly Style today to check out the videos of my fabulous dancers.
Some people make a list of things they want to do before they turn 30. And I’ve never found anything wrong with it. I actually still don’t. But as I rapidly landslide into my next decade, it wasn’t something I thought was worth doing. It’s just not my thing. Besides, I have done A LOT in those 30 years already. So, today, my list of 30 things I did before I turned 30 (in no particular order).
1 Traveled overseas—Rome, Ireland & London
2 Swam in the Pacific Ocean (and the Atlantic too)
3 Had surgery—knee & eyes
4 Lived in 4 states—PA, AL, OK, MA
5 Got married
6 Bought a house
7 Started a craft business
8 Went on a road trip (OK→GA in 1.5 days)
9 Had a perm
10 Adopted/rescued/took in a cat
11 Earned an MS
12 Spent the summer as a camp counselor
13 Got a job teaching at a college
14 Did a kegstand (unrelated to #13)
15 Filmed a few commercials
16 Danced in a movie
17 Cheered at a National Bowl Game
18 Worked at daily newspaper
19 Ran a 5K
20 Seen a few Broadway Shows
21 Marched in a parade
22 Lived by myself
23 Became a godmother
24 Danced in a liturgical dance company
25 Was a mascot (Go Cougars!)
26 Hiked Diamond Head (twice)
27 Swam a “polar bear dip”
28 Touched Vanilla Ice’s hand
29 Skipped prom
30 Planned a surprise party
So what’s next? It’s anybody’s guess really.
I’ve got a few things up my sleeve, but the surprises are what makes this whole thing fun.
| Loving these succulents. A gift for a friend. The most talented couple in NYC. Anarchy + Cats? A “warm” March day. |
Hello again. Sorry for my absence, you guys. Let’s call it an extended Spring Break, shall we? In all honesty it’s just been non-stop, wall-to-wall, go-go-go around here lately. I find it’s the only way I can get through this chilly March. Since it’s been so busy, I do have lots to catch you up on. Like not one, but two quick trips to New York. Some food things. Some fun things. You know, the usual happenings around these parts.
PS. I missed you guys and I’m so glad to be back.
I hope you had a lovely weekend of love, lovies! The Mr. and I celebrated with dinner in on Friday night, but lunch out on Saturday, complete with (gluten-free) chocolatey dessert. Other than that, not much to report. Getting the taxes d-o-n-e. Scheduling projects. Finishing other projects (above, can’t wait to share later this week!). Cleaning up piles of paper that seem to accumulate throughout the week. You know, the norm around these parts.
I hear we’re getting more snow this week. And as you can tell, Louise is still not impressed. Seems she hasn’t moved much since Friday, huh? Oh, and one big shout out to Elissa over at StyleWire for such a great giveaway of Kind bars. I can’t wait to dig into these (over the next 3 months, of course.)
Oh, and shameless plus, lots of great new things in the shop, such as a couple cute ring dishes and some place card holders. Check out the thumbnails in the sidebar. –>