Little Chairs

Last weekend I got to go to one of my favorite thrift stores for the first time in probably about a year. I went on a mission to find something, anything to wear for that super fun window between maternity clothes and pre baby stuff in which I still find myself. Wouldn't you know, I didn't find one single article of clothing, but I did come away with a few good books, a sweet vintage baby dress, and this perfect little handmade twig chair. I have a serious soft spot for twig and bentwood furniture. It comes from my love for The Ozarks (and my Happy Place) and my childhood obsession with all things pioneer and old-timey. As a little girl, I wanted to live in a log cabin full of the stuff. Making twig furniture is on my list of "someday" skills to learn.

Apparently, I have a bit of a thang for little chairs, in general.






Another collection that just sort of snuck up on me!

Where The Magic Happens

Get your dirty minds out of the gutter! This post is about mine and The Mister's shared office/studio/crap containment area. Adding a new member of the family means that some room swapping is in order, so I've pared down my vintage lovelies and craft supplies and somehow managed to squeeze what's left into a rather tiny bedroom.


This is where the designing, creating, and packing + shipping required by Sweetheartville takes place, along with Welcome Little Stranger songwriting and recording sessions. It's also where a whole lot of interneting happens.
On the top of this old medical cabinet which holds crafty odds and ends and enough vintage rick rack to choke a magnetic donkey, I've displayed some artwork by my talented friends Heather, Sam, and Sara, and some inspiring photos and bits of paper that I change out from time to time. The vintage beauty products are just a few sent to me by my incredibly, amazingly generous friend Bob. Thank you Bob!


Wanda just returned after her whirlwind tour of OKC, and now resides in a place of honor overlooking one of my most favorite possessions, a tintype of my mom and dad made on a trip to Silver Dollar City a few years before I was born.
Just a little peek inside Sweetheartville!

The Shiloh and The Searcy House

On our little Arkansas trip, we stopped at a place that I'd wanted to visit for quite some time. The Shiloh Museum of Ozark History is a truly wonderful little museum with interactive exhibits and close to a million historical images of life in the Ozarks housed in their research library.


In addition to the museum building itself, the pretty shaded grounds hold six historical buildings.




One of those buildings is the Searcy House, a home originally built in the 1870s, renovated in the 1940s, and donated, along with much of its contents, to the museum in the 1980s.




If you too are an Old Time Ozarkophile, I highly recommend a visit to The Shiloh. And lest you think this place is all butter churns and banjos, allow me to inform you that they offer podcasts on a range of fascinating topics, and that they (along with the rest of the free world) have a twitter account.

One of the very best things about the Ozarks is, of course, the music. The two cd collection of Arkansas folk music recordings culled from the Max Hunter Folk Song Collection that we bought in the gift shop has been on near constant rotation in the Hall household. I was also excited to learn today that a group of Sacred Harp singers meets there monthly. I don't think the Shiloh has seen the last of this gal.

Eureka!

The last few months have been a blur of adventures and illnesses it seems. One of our latest adventures was a spur of the moment trip to the beautiful Victorian town of Eureka Springs. My husband is from near there, so we've visited many times. We even drove over there to purchase my autoharp in the spring. But this visit was, by far, the most beautiful one we've made because the fall foliage was at its absolute peak.









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