This Little Light of Mine

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Seeing the store every day tends to dull my senses a little and I realize I don't spend much time looking up and really seeing the lovely and unique lighting we have.  While doing a lighting order recently, I got distracted by the formula for determining the chandelier size for a particular space when I was supposed to be working on a customer request for non-chandelier, flush mount lighting.  I know what he is looking for but what I was seeing in my mind was the ceiling mounted lighting of houses from my past. Those non-descript, post-war design light bulb shrouds that hugged the ceiling.

 

When we still lived in our "accidental dreamhouse" I sent our number 3 child to her room to fold her laundry.  All the kids were infamous for abusing the laundry chute.  Their idea of cleaning their room consisted of taking clean, folded, laundry they were too "unambitious" (code word for lazy) to put away,and drop it back down the chute.  They weren't even imaginative enough to unfold it first. They just took the laundry I painstakingly washed and folded for them and threw it down the chute.  Bombs away, mom will never be the wiser, room clean-problem solved.  The number three child got the brunt of my wrath one day when I opened the laundry chute door and her washed and folded laundry fell out at my feet. It was anever-ending mountain of laundry in those days and this discovery set me on the war-path. I added a load of her jeans, fresh from the dryer and handing her a full laundry basket, I pointed up the stairs and ordered her in my fiercestmommy's-had-it voice, "GO! And do not come down until this basket is folded AND put away."  

 

For reasons still unknown to me, this child thought it would be a good idea to stand in the middle of her bed and shake out her jeans before folding them. On the second or third shake, the leg of the jeans wrapped itself around the square glass light fixture mounted on the ceiling. It shattered sending shards of glass raining down.  Minutes after sending her to her room there were blood-curdling screams.  I rolled my eyes wondering what disaster she had contrived in order to get out of this chore. She had a flair for the dramatic and I was prepared to not fall for her shenanigans this time.

 

I waited at the bottom of the stairs for her to appear and was shocked and awed when I saw the blood spurting from her face, with each beat of her heart.  Several hours later we were home again. While the gaping wound was worthy of a few stitches, it was thankfully not as bad as it originally seemed. In the end, I folded that basket of laundry… again.

 

In those days, the ongoing home improvement was just considered a work in progress rather than what we call a remodel by today's standards and I didn't look up much then either. Lighting wasn't even on my radar but it is the key to the very soul of a room. Lighting is so much more than LIGHT.  It sets the tone of the space, it is a focal point, a statement.  Harsh over-head lighting simply cannot be tolerated, itisn't warm and cozy and I'm all about warm and cozy.

I will never see flush mount lighting and not think of the great lighting/laundry debacle. Only in my family could such an obscure object be hazardous.

 

Back in the Pretty in Paint zone I'm being more intentional to see our inventory for all of its aesthetically pleasing goodness. It's always a good idea to look up now and then. In the event a chandelier is in your future I'll leave you with that formula for determining what general size to look for:

 

Measure the width and length of a room. Add these two numbers together and consider the resulting figure as inches rather than feet. This is the diameter of the chandelier that will best suit your space. Then allow 2-3 inches of chandelier length per foot of wall height.

 

Warning: Be advised, folding laundry beneath light fixtures could be hazardous to your well-being.

xox

Cindy

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This Little Light of Mine

Posted by Cindy Conner on

Seeing the store every day tends to dull my senses a little and I realize I don't spend much time looking up and really seeing the lovely and unique lighting we have.  While doing a lighting order recently, I got distracted by the formula for determining the chandelier size for a particular space when I was supposed to be working on a customer request for non-chandelier, flush mount lighting.  I know what he is looking for but what I was seeing in my mind was the ceiling mounted lighting of houses from my past. Those non-descript, post-war design light bulb shrouds that hugged the ceiling.

 

When we still lived in our "accidental dreamhouse" I sent our number 3 child to her room to fold her laundry.  All the kids were infamous for abusing the laundry chute.  Their idea of cleaning their room consisted of taking clean, folded, laundry they were too "unambitious" (code word for lazy) to put away,and drop it back down the chute.  They weren't even imaginative enough to unfold it first. They just took the laundry I painstakingly washed and folded for them and threw it down the chute.  Bombs away, mom will never be the wiser, room clean-problem solved.  The number three child got the brunt of my wrath one day when I opened the laundry chute door and her washed and folded laundry fell out at my feet. It was anever-ending mountain of laundry in those days and this discovery set me on the war-path. I added a load of her jeans, fresh from the dryer and handing her a full laundry basket, I pointed up the stairs and ordered her in my fiercestmommy's-had-it voice, "GO! And do not come down until this basket is folded AND put away."  

 

For reasons still unknown to me, this child thought it would be a good idea to stand in the middle of her bed and shake out her jeans before folding them. On the second or third shake, the leg of the jeans wrapped itself around the square glass light fixture mounted on the ceiling. It shattered sending shards of glass raining down.  Minutes after sending her to her room there were blood-curdling screams.  I rolled my eyes wondering what disaster she had contrived in order to get out of this chore. She had a flair for the dramatic and I was prepared to not fall for her shenanigans this time.

 

I waited at the bottom of the stairs for her to appear and was shocked and awed when I saw the blood spurting from her face, with each beat of her heart.  Several hours later we were home again. While the gaping wound was worthy of a few stitches, it was thankfully not as bad as it originally seemed. In the end, I folded that basket of laundry… again.

 

In those days, the ongoing home improvement was just considered a work in progress rather than what we call a remodel by today's standards and I didn't look up much then either. Lighting wasn't even on my radar but it is the key to the very soul of a room. Lighting is so much more than LIGHT.  It sets the tone of the space, it is a focal point, a statement.  Harsh over-head lighting simply cannot be tolerated, itisn't warm and cozy and I'm all about warm and cozy.

I will never see flush mount lighting and not think of the great lighting/laundry debacle. Only in my family could such an obscure object be hazardous.

 

Back in the Pretty in Paint zone I'm being more intentional to see our inventory for all of its aesthetically pleasing goodness. It's always a good idea to look up now and then. In the event a chandelier is in your future I'll leave you with that formula for determining what general size to look for:

 

Measure the width and length of a room. Add these two numbers together and consider the resulting figure as inches rather than feet. This is the diameter of the chandelier that will best suit your space. Then allow 2-3 inches of chandelier length per foot of wall height.

 

Warning: Be advised, folding laundry beneath light fixtures could be hazardous to your well-being.

xox

Cindy

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Setting The Table

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Twenty-nine years ago, I had no idea how significant this piece of furniture would be to me, to our whole family.  Can it be replaced with something new?  The Queen of Justify says of course it can!  Those memories could have happened around a fold-up camp table. It isn't the table that gave those times significance but just the opposite.

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Setting The Table

Posted by Cindy Conner on

Twenty-nine years ago, I had no idea how significant this piece of furniture would be to me, to our whole family.  Can it be replaced with something new?  The Queen of Justify says of course it can!  Those memories could have happened around a fold-up camp table. It isn't the table that gave those times significance but just the opposite.

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IT TOOK A VILLAGE

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It's mid-June and we are gearing up for our annual Barnstormer's Vintage Fair.  Save the date: Aug 3rd and 4th at the Jackson County Expo.  It is the coming together of vendors of unique, one of a kind finds from rusty fun junk to fab décor created from repurposed supplies that will surprise, inspire and make you swoon. There will be garden finds, jewelry, gifts, soaps, shabby chic furniture, signs and much more. We have some amazing local talent as well as travelers from California and Washington.  Our food trucks will feed you when you're hungry and thirsty and there will be music to entertain you.

It's tricky this year since we now have the store and we (Pretty in Paint) will participate as a vendor as well as produce, curate and plan the show.  By tricky I mean that I am over here running the store while Lindsay is doing all the planning and curating of the show. 

I was reading Mail Tribune articles of our earlier shows and watching videos of us in our early days of the Vintage Fair and it still makes me queasy.  It was beyond a leap of faith.  It was a screaming, howling dive into a dark abyss.  I had gone to a medium sized vintage show up north and we made our annual trek south to the mecca of all things chippy and lovely called Roses and Rust in Redding, CA.  Other than that, we had no experience and not one clue what we were doing.  It is my memory that I whispered an idea to Lindsay that we should THINK about doing this and I woke up the next day to a web page she created as well as a Facebook page announcing our event.  Once it's out there you kind of have to just do it.

Besides the administrative duties of procuring county permits, event insurance, parking logistics on your private property, and please let's not overlook porta potties,  there was some bone crushing hard labor involving lifting, hauling, digging and pounding to clean up a long over looked barn and barnyard. I logged mind numbing hours on the tractor attempting to amend the cracks in the clay soil so deep a small child could be swallowed, all in the height of summer. Did I mention that it was hot and dirty and everything we did we did with three busy, chatty little boys in tow? And then, "surprise!" there were three little boys and a baby in tow.

It is mind boggling to me now that what started as a little circus in the barnyard, where we literally begged vendors and food people to join us, has expanded to the Expo, where there are toilets that flush, and we have a waiting list.  In  seven years, Barnstormer's Vintage Fair has become the biggest vintage show in Southern Oregon.  Reminiscing back to our beginnings fills me with so much gratitude and some panic.  Did we tell everyone how much it meant, still means, to us that they supported us in every way possible when we were starting out, and we never could have done it without them? Beginning and ending with our family.  Our fun and amazing family we live with everyday and those who have become our family.

Family and friends who generously volunteered to work and sweat alongside us, our incredible vendors who dove into that abyss with us in 2012 and every vendor who has joined us since. The food vendors and musicians who showed up when several did not. The youth group that worked hard just to log community service hours when they knew we couldn't contribute much. We even had dear friends who stayed up all night to watch over the goods and be our "security guards." We will also be forever grateful to our neighbors who put up with heavy traffic and chaos and never complained. How blessed we are to know each and every one of these people. It does indeed take a village to raise a Vintage Fair.

We just wanted to take this time out from our regular programming to invite you to mark your calendars and come see us at the Expo for our Seventh annual Barnstormer's Vintage Fair- it's not your mama's kind of flea market.

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IT TOOK A VILLAGE

Posted by Cindy Conner on

It's mid-June and we are gearing up for our annual Barnstormer's Vintage Fair.  Save the date: Aug 3rd and 4th at the Jackson County Expo.  It is the coming together of vendors of unique, one of a kind finds from rusty fun junk to fab décor created from repurposed supplies that will surprise, inspire and make you swoon. There will be garden finds, jewelry, gifts, soaps, shabby chic furniture, signs and much more. We have some amazing local talent as well as travelers from California and Washington.  Our food trucks will feed you when you're hungry and thirsty and there will be music to entertain you.

It's tricky this year since we now have the store and we (Pretty in Paint) will participate as a vendor as well as produce, curate and plan the show.  By tricky I mean that I am over here running the store while Lindsay is doing all the planning and curating of the show. 

I was reading Mail Tribune articles of our earlier shows and watching videos of us in our early days of the Vintage Fair and it still makes me queasy.  It was beyond a leap of faith.  It was a screaming, howling dive into a dark abyss.  I had gone to a medium sized vintage show up north and we made our annual trek south to the mecca of all things chippy and lovely called Roses and Rust in Redding, CA.  Other than that, we had no experience and not one clue what we were doing.  It is my memory that I whispered an idea to Lindsay that we should THINK about doing this and I woke up the next day to a web page she created as well as a Facebook page announcing our event.  Once it's out there you kind of have to just do it.

Besides the administrative duties of procuring county permits, event insurance, parking logistics on your private property, and please let's not overlook porta potties,  there was some bone crushing hard labor involving lifting, hauling, digging and pounding to clean up a long over looked barn and barnyard. I logged mind numbing hours on the tractor attempting to amend the cracks in the clay soil so deep a small child could be swallowed, all in the height of summer. Did I mention that it was hot and dirty and everything we did we did with three busy, chatty little boys in tow? And then, "surprise!" there were three little boys and a baby in tow.

It is mind boggling to me now that what started as a little circus in the barnyard, where we literally begged vendors and food people to join us, has expanded to the Expo, where there are toilets that flush, and we have a waiting list.  In  seven years, Barnstormer's Vintage Fair has become the biggest vintage show in Southern Oregon.  Reminiscing back to our beginnings fills me with so much gratitude and some panic.  Did we tell everyone how much it meant, still means, to us that they supported us in every way possible when we were starting out, and we never could have done it without them? Beginning and ending with our family.  Our fun and amazing family we live with everyday and those who have become our family.

Family and friends who generously volunteered to work and sweat alongside us, our incredible vendors who dove into that abyss with us in 2012 and every vendor who has joined us since. The food vendors and musicians who showed up when several did not. The youth group that worked hard just to log community service hours when they knew we couldn't contribute much. We even had dear friends who stayed up all night to watch over the goods and be our "security guards." We will also be forever grateful to our neighbors who put up with heavy traffic and chaos and never complained. How blessed we are to know each and every one of these people. It does indeed take a village to raise a Vintage Fair.

We just wanted to take this time out from our regular programming to invite you to mark your calendars and come see us at the Expo for our Seventh annual Barnstormer's Vintage Fair- it's not your mama's kind of flea market.

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(ANTI)-SOCIAL MEDIA

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I was almost feeling confident enough to start a Twitter account until the scariest thing happened.  A few nights ago...

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(ANTI)-SOCIAL MEDIA

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I was almost feeling confident enough to start a Twitter account until the scariest thing happened.  A few nights ago...

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NOT NOW I'M BUSY!

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As I look forward to the transition from euphoria to everyday life in the shop, I've made a pact with myself to get a handle on the busy.  I've decided it no longer gets to be the joy robber in this life of mine. 

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NOT NOW I'M BUSY!

Posted by Cindy Conner on

As I look forward to the transition from euphoria to everyday life in the shop, I've made a pact with myself to get a handle on the busy.  I've decided it no longer gets to be the joy robber in this life of mine. 

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