Tuesday, June 20, 2017


 After months of procrastinating I decided last week that my Monday project would be to paint our mini den from a very drab beige color (it used to be my Mr. AGP Man's office!!!) to a softer, lighter shade called Anthem Cream.  I had everything in place and I was so excited.  I've wanted to paint this room for a long time!

But, then last year's chaos happened and things got put on hold. 
Bright and early yesterday morning I started in like everything I do...with gunz-a-blazin!  But, with each swipe of the roller I kept thinking...

"Something's not right!  This color looks off!"

I paid no mind to the nagging thoughts inside my brain and kept painting because I was the one who had chosen the paint and stood patiently waiting while it was being mixed.  Besides, paint needs to dry for a bit before the actual color is right...  Right?  Right!

Well...after about 2/3 of the room was done (and lots of whining that I wasn't lovin' what I saw) I happened to look down at the lid and I realized that I'd had the wrong color of paint mixed up at the paint store.  It was supposed to be Drifting Dune!

Are you kidding me?


So...my Monday project has now turned into a Monday and early Tuesday morning project.  UGH!  

Sometimes I just hate being a Do-It-Yourselfer!  Those TV SHOWS always make everything look soooo easy!
 Or maybe I just need new glasses contacts!



Sunday, June 18, 2017


Life has changed a lot for me since my beloved Father passed away a little over three years ago.  Even though my memory of him is as lovely as ever, I've never really reconciled myself with his passing.  I've been able to accept his death...just not the circumstances surrounding it.

And I doubt I ever will.
As an adult I remained extremely close to my Dad and watching his mind fade into some dark and unknown place was very, very difficult.  He lingered so long between reality and fractured remembrances of his younger self that when death finally came I understood it to be the greatest show of mercy God could bestow upon him.

And me.
Not long ago my mother, sister and I went through some of my Father's belongings that had been stored away for over a decade.  Most of the hundreds of boxes held books...but some held keepsakes that obviously were very dear to my Dad and there were a handful of photos as well.  Some I hadn't seen since I was a young child...some I had never seen.  Even though it was a task that had to be done, I couldn't help but feel I was invading his personal space.
I wondered if he was looking down upon the three of us while we worked or if he was busy doing other things...

You know, things like sitting in the presence of the God...walking the streets of gold while taking in the heavenly scenery...chatting with those who had gone on before him.

I didn't know.
My Dad was a very complex and private person and even sometimes secretive.  I hated being inside that storage unit and as each box was opened I came face to face with telltale signs of the mental illness that was beginning to steal away the Father I had known and loved for all my life. 
Obsessive and compulsive behavior could be seen at every turn.
Lists and more lists...and then even more lists.
Each box carefully tagged with excessive ramblings and taped closed as if golden nuggets were safely tucked inside.

My Father.  Complicated and mysterious as times.  And one of the two greatest men I've ever known.
Today, as I think about my Father, I'm buoyed by the legacy of  hope that remained within his heart until the day of his passing.  His unwavering faith in God and his steadfast belief that somehow, someday, I'd get things right.  That eventually I'd find a way to live my life to the fullest while being content with the simplest of blessings~
Like the first violet blooms of spring...
The seemingly endless heat from a summer's day...
The quiet rustle of autumn leaves...
Or winter's coldest breath...
 You know, just regular old days that are so easy to ignore.

Life.  We have only one.

I'm trying my best to live mine out in truth and I hope, pray my Father would be proud.

Thank you, Daddy, for helping to plant my feet upon the Solid Rock.

I love you.
I miss you.




Wednesday, June 14, 2017


I've been working in my studio this week and trust me when I tell you I've torn everything up.  Vintage lace and fabric are all over the place...  It's everywhere except for where it's supposed to be I'm afraid!  But...that's OK!  I actually work better sometimes when things are a tad bit messy!  Lots of trims and old fabric finds have been removed from their respective hiding places and are now out into the open so I can see what I'm looking for.

It's been organized chaos!
I'm also in the middle of painting an old maple chest of drawers that I hope will be lovely once it's finished.  My Mr. AGP Man and I snagged some great deals at an estate sale we went to last Saturday in Oklahoma City.  Most of the offerings were out of my price range, but a few were a good fit and so we hauled them home.  Will share some photos with you soon!  All of the vintage chairs (4) we found were crying out for a makeover!
Oh...and have you tried the Chalky Paint from Lowe's?  I know I'm late for the party here...everyone seems to be offering up chalk paint these days.  I actually love Lowe's brand.  I'ved used it on several pieces for my own home, but nothing for sale yet!  I don't think it's as good as Annie Sloan's Chalk Paint, but it's better than a few of the other brands I've tried.  I still make my own chalk paint and I've tried several methods and they all work great.  I only use the real stuff if a customer requests a specific brand or color...

My favorite go-to paint is FLAT PAINT in a soft white.  I use it for almost everything!

All the pillows shown I finished this week and have been uploaded to my website (RebeccaVintage.com).

I work slower than usual these days and I hate that! 
 Summer heat has Oklahoma feeling the burn.  The cool Spring days are over for now.

Oh...and one other thing.
We only have 194 days until Christmas!
Thought you might want to know that in case you're falling behind in your shopping.
:) :) :)


Sunday, June 11, 2017


I don't know about you, but sometimes I think my world gets shaken up a bit because I still have big important life-lessons to learn.   I wish it were possible for me to learn everything I need to know all in one setting.  Then I could go on about my way and live out the glorious plan God has for me and not fret so much.
But, considering the fact I'm super stubborn and extremely opinionated it takes a bit before things sink into my head and even longer for them to reach my heart.

I saw my neurosurgeon last Friday for my three month post-op visit and I was told what I already suspected.  It's going to take another full year for me to recover completely from our car accident from May 2016. "Fused spines heal slowly" he said, "there will be good days and not so good days before you will even come close to becoming your old self!  You must take your recovery as it comes.  One day at a time."
Now, given the fact I'm a get-up-and-go person this was NOT what I wanted to hear.

Doesn't God know I have things to do, projects to finish, a house to clean, books to read and dinner to fix?  Doesn't He know that I have a business to run, friends to lunch with and an elderly mother to attend to?

I've been forced to just sit within the quiet that engulfs my home sometimes and listen to the silence that surrounds me.  I'm working at doing my best to submit to the "one day at a time" thing while remembering my faith is securely anchored in somebody bigger than you and I.
Strange as it may seem, I find it here, inside the calm and peace of my La Chaumière de Briarwood, I'm able to offer up my hopes, plans and dreams and fears to the Most High for His safekeeping.  In the midst of the chaos my imperfection brings I will trust Him to do whatever He feels is best for me while guiding me to the place He wants me to be. 

Three-hundred and sixty-five days to go.

I can do it. 



Thursday, June 8, 2017


I finally found some time to work on a few vintage baby shoe sachets!  It's been so long since I was able to create things using aging laces, old buttons and vintage millinery flowers.
I started buying up lots of high-top baby shoes (both really old and those dating back to the 1960's and 1970's too!) several years ago so I have quite a stash that should keep me busy for a long time!  The ones you see today are offered up on my website...
I've never done a tutorial on how I make mine, but I did find this one from Barbara at Treasures of the Heart done way back in 2010.  It's not exactly how I fashion mine, but it is very similar.  I don't see that Barbara has blogged in a while, so I'm not sure she will be available for questions...

The blogging world sure has changed a lot since I've been away and it's taking me some time to locate some of my favorite blogs and even more effort to find new ones to love.  I've been really sad to find that several of my special blogging gals have passed away. :(

Hope today is wonderful for you.



Wednesday, June 7, 2017


I've had the most wonderful weekend ever!  Lots of family visiting...my son and his family out from Alabama (they live there now!) and my brother and wifey traveling from California.  There is something about us all getting together and visiting under one roof that makes this girl soooo happy.
My son, Brandon, Sarah (DILove), and our Miss K moved to Alabama last February.  He took an amazing position with a company owned by Amazon and is working his dream-job as a computer gaming developer/designer.
 Life isn't the same without them close by, but it gives us a great excuse to travel!

With the last person leaving this morning I'm trying to not feel sad...so, I'm back in my studio doing what I love most.




Saturday, June 3, 2017


Here are the latest pictures of my Booth located inside Serendipity Market in Edmond, Oklahoma!  They were taken a few days ago and some of the things you see have already sold!  I'm always happy when big pieces sell... 
Things are always changing and evolving around here!
Nothing stays the same for very long when you run a retail business!
I still love having my booth and I'm entertaining the thought of leasing a second one on the other side of Oklahoma City.
 I still have some healing up to do before I make a final decision...but I'm excited about the possibility of expanding my business.

I'm asked every once in awhile about loving pink roses and IF I still paint them.  The answer is YES...I still love them and I still paint them too!  But, they just aren't big sellers here in Oklahoma so I rarely offer them up unless it's for a special order.

My Mr. AGP Man and I are off again to JUNK!  It's our Saturday ritual!



Friday, June 2, 2017


Signs are everywhere.  

Have you noticed that in almost every store you go into reproduced artwork has, for the most part, disappeared?  It's pretty much been replaced with signage and you can find it in all different colors and forms.
The most popular by far, at least for me, are simple wooden shapes painted out in flat white paint with black lettering added in different fonts.
All of the signs you see above were made from the remnants of an old corner cabinet.  Not old as in vintage...nope.  Old as in 1980's old when furniture manufacturers were just starting to really cheapen-down their offerings.
 Last weekend while out JUNKIN' my Mr. AGP Man and I found a chunky looking corner cabinet for a pretty great price and so we hauled it home. 
 The old thing wasn't worth redoing or repairing as it was pretty far gone, but the wood backing and doors were fabulous.  We knew ahead of time we would be purchasing it only for the wood and in no time the entire thing as dismantled and stored in our workshop for later use.
The back panel was in great shape and it was cut up into different sizes of rectangles to make the signs you see above.

I use flat white paint when making my signs, but I use a chalk paint brush to apply it.  This kind of brush gives the BEST coverage with minimal streaks and lines.  They are kind of pricey, but well worth the investment.  Just keep it clean and wash it often...especially if it starts to gunk up!



Wednesday, May 31, 2017


Beautiful aging laces, old ribbons, trims and delicate millinery florals have always been my weakness!  Many years ago when my Mr. AGP Man and I married we began tag sale shopping and even now we favor both the planned and unexpected road trips in order to hunt down the best aging finds. I do buy some things online~  But, I'm one of those people who love to see things in person I'm afraid!
While my studio is filled with lots of lovely old treasures I'm always on the hunt for more.  Especially hard to find velvet millinery roses and flowers in soft creams, whites and the lightest of blush pink...
Seems like everyone is using them to create their own specialties these days or they purchase them for their own private collection.
So, when I do stumble upon a sale where there are piles of laces, embroidered cottons, linens or even the best vintage sewing materials, it's almost impossible to drag me away.  When my Miss K was still living in Oklahoma she would often go with me just to "guard" my stash while I continued to shop around...  Now that she lives far away (more about this later!) my guy and I are on our own.
Over the Memorial Day weekend we traveled to Dallas and returned home with some wonderful finds.  Mostly architectural elements and reclaimed wood pieces that will be used for sign making in my business.
  But, I did snag some old laces and the millinery flowers you see at the top.  Now that I'm officially back working from home (and loving it!) I'll be putting it all to good use.
 Wrapping these Italian Soaps in soft linen was so easy to do!  You should try making some for your own home...they make great gifts, too.  All I did was wrap a purchased bar of Italian Soap in fabric, secure and tie up with tattered linen before adding a stamped label to the front.  I offer the Soaps in my booth at Serendipity Market in Edmond, Oklahoma!

Perfect for the Farmhouse Style Bath and they make my booth smell sooo good!

Yesterday was the first Tuesday I haven't worked outside my home in almost four years.  It felt so strange to get up, brew a pot of tea and make a slew of different choices for my day! 

All is well.



Tuesday, May 30, 2017


Recently my big sister headed out from her Tennessee home bound for Oklahoma to help my Mother and I go through some of my late Father's belongings.  A grueling task for any child, grown or not, and neither one of us were looking forward to the experience.
Honestly, I was dreading it.
What on earth could be so important that my Father would carefully pack and label each box with it's exact contents?

Things very dear to him, I suppose.
 The storage clear-out was at least a decade in the making and none of us knew just what we'd find.  My Dad had been incarcerated inside a nursing home for almost eleven years when he passed away in February 2014 and the unit hadn't been touched since the day he first stepped through it's front door.
We found the typical things often found after a loved one has passed~old greeting cards, letters and photos, long forgotten gifts and many personal items.

As a Clergyman, my Dad was always reading and studying and could never pass up a book sale or tag sale.  He had an endless hope of discovering something interesting to add to his ever growing assemblage of writings.
 He loved the hunt of that rare old find and over the years amassed quite an impressive library for someone of meager fare.  So, it was of no surprise to the three of us to find boxes and boxes full of books.
Tons of books.
Hundreds of books.
Thousands of books.
Some were old.
Most were vintage.
And many were true antiques dating back to the 1700's.
One twelve volume set really caught my eye.  The Book of Knowledge, The Children's Encyclopedia, was a beautiful leather bound set of books that I took the time to thumb through...

My Father must have really loved these books as they were wrapped in a soft cloth and tied up with string.
 First published by The Grolier Society back in 1868 with this edition being dated 1919.  Almost 100 years ago now.
 Each volume is filled with the most amazing things!  Lots and lots of early photographs, small black etchings and the instructions on how to do so many wonderful projects.
Plus...many stories and poems to make you both laugh and smile.  I was especially taken with the tale of
The Beauty and the Beast.
I'm afraid I'm used to the Disney version...
 I loved reading about the "women" writers of England...like
Jane Austen and the Bronte sisters.
It's incredible how far we've come in a century.  My grandmother was born in 1916~two years before the books were published.  I can just see her flipping though these pages years ago much like I peruse the internet today.

Still...there is something about holding an old book in my hands.  I love the way they smell and feeling it's weight and turning each tattered page.  I love finding my way to the end and feeling like I've completed something...

I can't help but wonder what my children are going to say when they find the things I've held dear and meet up one day to un-box them.

I certainly hope they will be kind.


Thanks Daddy, for holding onto your treasures.
You knew one day I'd find them in the very place you left them.

Gosh...I miss you.



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