The Heart of Hospitality

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For the first thirty years of our marriage our house was like a Motel 6.  I could say a lovely B&B but raising five kids took most of the lovely out of our home, so Motel 6 is a more accurate description. There were always dirty dishes in the sink, always somebody's underwear on the bathroom floor, dried toothpaste in the bathroom sink, bath towels with holes, and ALWAYS at least one child who could not remember to flush. Ours was not a "drop in anytime" kind of house.

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The Heart of Hospitality

Posted by Cindy Conner on

For the first thirty years of our marriage our house was like a Motel 6.  I could say a lovely B&B but raising five kids took most of the lovely out of our home, so Motel 6 is a more accurate description. There were always dirty dishes in the sink, always somebody's underwear on the bathroom floor, dried toothpaste in the bathroom sink, bath towels with holes, and ALWAYS at least one child who could not remember to flush. Ours was not a "drop in anytime" kind of house.

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Love The One You're With

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The inside was as interesting as the curb appeal outside.  Upstairs sported a bathroom and four good sized bedrooms.  A perfect lay-out for our tribe and a different carpet in every room.  Pink shag, yellow shag, nut brown shag and a trendy indoor/outdoor carpet in a dazzling denim pocket print.  But the best was yet to come. 

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Love The One You're With

Posted by Cindy Conner on

The inside was as interesting as the curb appeal outside.  Upstairs sported a bathroom and four good sized bedrooms.  A perfect lay-out for our tribe and a different carpet in every room.  Pink shag, yellow shag, nut brown shag and a trendy indoor/outdoor carpet in a dazzling denim pocket print.  But the best was yet to come. 

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Perspective

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Our little store is quickly becoming my home away from home and as I dive deeper into all things home décor I go to my real home at night and find myself dealing with that ugly monster named discontent.

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Perspective

Posted by Cindy Conner on

Our little store is quickly becoming my home away from home and as I dive deeper into all things home décor I go to my real home at night and find myself dealing with that ugly monster named discontent.

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Less House More Home

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“You know the Brady Bunch?  Picture them with knives.” 

There were seasons in my life, sometimes years long seasons, where this was much more my reality.  Nobody told me about sibling rivalry when they were describing their 26-hour labor and delivery tales and giving out their unsolicited parenting advice. Nobody told me raising a family and having a home would be the hardest thing I would ever do. 

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Less House More Home

Posted by Cindy Conner on

“You know the Brady Bunch?  Picture them with knives.” 

There were seasons in my life, sometimes years long seasons, where this was much more my reality.  Nobody told me about sibling rivalry when they were describing their 26-hour labor and delivery tales and giving out their unsolicited parenting advice. Nobody told me raising a family and having a home would be the hardest thing I would ever do. 

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Confessions Of A Raving Maniac

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Years ago, when my kids were still at home, whenever we were having people over I got crazy.  It didn’t matter if it was a holiday shindig or a simple dinner with friends, I believed the house and menu had to be perfect to a ridiculous degree.  I ashamedly confess that to say I behaved badly is a gross under-statement.  I would be a raving, ranting maniac with my family and the door-bell would ring and I would instantly transform into the very epitome of good humor and hospitality.  It’s a wonder my kids have any decent childhood memories.

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Confessions Of A Raving Maniac

Posted by Cindy Conner on

Years ago, when my kids were still at home, whenever we were having people over I got crazy.  It didn’t matter if it was a holiday shindig or a simple dinner with friends, I believed the house and menu had to be perfect to a ridiculous degree.  I ashamedly confess that to say I behaved badly is a gross under-statement.  I would be a raving, ranting maniac with my family and the door-bell would ring and I would instantly transform into the very epitome of good humor and hospitality.  It’s a wonder my kids have any decent childhood memories.

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