Friday, October 31, 2014

#rhithebeautyinside | Thelma's Story

“The strongest actions for a woman is to love herself, be herself and shine amongst those who never believed she could.” –Author Unknown
I was 16 years old when my father decided that a life of responsibility wasn’t for him. Absent for the majority of my existence, he had been planning his escape for quite some time; we were just too blind to see it.  There it was. He got the life he so badly longed for; a free life to do what he wanted when he wanted.  My mother on the other hand, was left to raise two daughters all on her own. Through this, I grew to despise him.
He abandoned us. He made me feel worthless, rejected and unloved. I convinced myself that if my own father didn’t love me, then no one else could.  My heart was heavy; I was angry all the time and often took out rage on my mother and sister. I loathed myself for doing that. As time passed I started to pull away from people for fear of rejection. I trusted no one.
But, in August 2004 things slowly began to change when I started dating the love of my life. We were childhood friends and I could feel that things were different with him. He knew me. He knew my past and what my parents had gone through. There was no need hiding my feelings from him. I could cry when I needed to cry, and I yelled when I needed to yell. And through it, he loved and accepted me. With him I felt that day-by-day, piece-by-piece, my heart was beginning to mend.
And so, for the first time in a long time I was truly happy. I allowed myself to love and be loved and put trust into God’s plan for me. It was as if once I let go of all the anger, everything became so clear. We married in 2008 and now have two beautiful daughters.
Admittedly, I still struggle from time to time. When I see my husband with my daughters I often wonder what it would have been like to have a father who loves so wholeheartedly. But then, things quickly get put into perspective and I realize how blessed I am to have this little family of mine. I am slowly learning to accept what was and excited for what will be!
I know that my story isn’t going to change the world, but I do have this to offer. When your heart is consumed with hate, there is no room for anything else. Learn to let go. Trust in God and believe that you are worthy of love and happiness. I promise only good will come of it!

Xo Thelma

You guys, this story is amazing. Thelma shares, unknowingly perhaps, some of the heart of #rhitbi. I loved reading this story and seeing the redemptive love of Christ in it all. From beginning to present, it is clear that the love of God continues to win and prevail in her life and the life of her family.
"Trust in God and believe that you are worthy."  
This statement is quite profound and requires a few choices on our part. In order to truly begin to understand how amazingly created we are and that we each, all of us, have an something amazing to share we have to trust and believe that God orchestrates it all. 
This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. Hebrews 6:19 
We can trust and hold secure to the Word of God and what it (He) tells us about ourselves. 
On Monday, we will continue conversation about just this. Thelma, I am pretty sure that your story is doing more than just changing the world. Your story is effecting change in the heart of one. It's creating ripples in the lives of many. This tapestry you are weaving with your Creator is amazing. Oh, the stories you will tell, my love. Oh, the stories you will tell. 
Please remember to keep the conversation going via social media and tell YOUR story.  Tag #rhitbi to share you moments of freedom and to tell us how you're facing your fears and being brave one step, one moment, one day at a time. 
To read more about Thelma and see more of her amazing gifts please be sure to pay a visit to her blog here.
Have an amazing weekend, friends!

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Whitney Leigh Morris & Her Story | #rhithebeautyinside

Hey loves! 

I sure hope your Wednesday has been amazing! Today, to begin the series of stories shared for our series here for #rhithebeautyinside, I have the pleasure of introducing to many of you and presenting to others Whitney Leigh Morris. 

Today, Whitney shares with us how she's found her purpose and beauty in being surrounded by a community of people who support her dreams and visions. 

To old friends and new:
My name is Whitney Leigh Morris. I’m a 33 year old designer, and I offer creative services through my own small business. I live/work in a 362 square foot cottage in Venice Beach California with my fiancĂ©, Adam, and our rescue beagle, Stanlee. 

My life has never been marred by any great misfortune or hardship. On the contrary. Every day I feel like one of the luckiest people on this planet. 

I have the unflinching support of my incredible family, friends and clients. Their ever-positive presence has given me the confidence and opportunity to create and explore a path that is uniquely my own. As a result of (very) hard work and the love of those around me, I am extremely happy and almost exactly where I want to be in life. 

Los Angeles is a funny beast. Here, millions live within the epicenter of glamour, excess and disposability. But in my time here, I’ve discovered the value of living simply, and the importance of adopting a lifestyle that helps me focus on the things that actually matter. 

For me, less is truly and sincerely more. And nothing is more important than the human connection. 

The smaller our home, they more we function in tandem with one another. The fewer items we own, the less we stress over how to manage them. The nearer our front doors, the more we get to know and care for our neighbors. These concepts can be appreciated under any context, of course. But I’m grateful that our situation has put me face-to-face with all of these lessons at once.

Years ago, Adam and I donated our second car to KCRW. We use our bikes whenever possible, and try to shop small and local. We get our groceries once a week from the Venice farmers market, and we repurpose and reuse everything we can.

And yet, every day, we become more and more global. I work with clients who live everywhere—from 6 blocks away to 6000 miles away. I buy handmade goods from artisans all over the world through Etsy, and form friendships as a result. And I embrace working with companies that range in size, from one employee to thousands.

Finding my balance in all of this has been illuminating. 
While my drive is stronger than ever, my competitive side has diminished. I no longer compare myself to others, nor do I view individuals and businesses as competition. Every person and every company has something unique to give. Realizing this has offered me a clearer perspective of my own personal tastes and goals, and has enabled me to enjoy and share who and what I am.

I firmly believe that you don’t need to live large to live beautifully. And I owe that revelation and its subsequent successes to the unconditional love and support of those around me. I am endlessly grateful to them for who they are and for what they give, and I hope to pass that selflessness onward.

Thanks so much for sharing your story with us, Whitney! I really love that and would also agree that you really don't have to live large to live beautifully! Not only are you an amazingly talented designer but you are truly beautiful, inside-out. 

What an amazing blessing to be able to influence so many with the lives that God has placed in our own lives to impact them through the talents Has given us. 

Would you agree that when we are comfortable with who we are and who God has called us to be, that it sets the tone and pace for our lives and allows the gifts of God to flow freely in each of us? 

What are some ways that you can practically begin to remove barriers in your life whether through social interactions, daily routines or thought processes that will allow you to begin to remover those barriers, break down those walls and invite God to really move in your life?

How can you partner with other women in your life and circles to challenge one another to step out of your individual comfort zones and connect with other women who may need your gift(s) to stir up their own? 

There really are no correct answers for the above questions but these are just some of the topics you can expect to see covered each Monday of this series by me and throughout each week within the stories told by many amazing women joining us here on this journey! 

I am SO excited for the next few weeks as we join together to breathe new life into dusty dreams and visions, once forgotten and embrace, collectively, our individual gifts. You. Every single one of you, is amazing and we want to hear your stories of freedom and how you are embracing the beautiful YOU. 

Tweet, Instagram, Facebook #rhitbi and share you freedom moments with us and maybe even let us know how we can prayerfully support your brave desires. 

I hope you'll join us this Friday to hear from the amazingly talented Thelma Chaves of Urban Mom Design

Cheering you on,

Monday, October 27, 2014

MY STORY | #rhithebeautyinside

Everyone has a story. No matter how good or bad it may be. Whether you come from a family of wealth or had to beg and borrow for everything you had, each of our stories begin the same: our mothers gave birth to us, father was present or not. Grandma and grandpa may have raised you. Maybe you were adopted or bounced back and forth from home to home. Perhaps you had a few friends or you had a lot. We could talk about the commonality in each of our stories for days but the biggest commonality is that each of us, me and you, were born with an amazing purpose; a gift that has been given to us to share with the world.

When I was younger I gave a lot of thought to what life would be like when I grew up. What would it be like to have a family of my own and raise kids? If you were like me, you probably also thought of all the things you weren't going to do that your parents did "to" you when they raised you.

I grew up in the South. I was raised by my very Southern grandmother, my mom and my aunt. (Yep, all three) My grandfather passed away when I was I was six so that left only women in the house to take care of the home and one other.  We all lived in the same house until I was a senior and graduated from high school. My older cousin, my aunt's daughter who is ten years my senior was also a part of our household. I call her my “sister-cousin”. Growing up with her around made life much easier to bear and fun as I got older. She left for college as I entered middle school and life definitely felt just a little different after hat. 

Our home and my life was filled with tons of memories. Lots of amazing ones but some pretty bad ones sprinkled in here and there as well. My mother, for most of my life, was without a job and relied on my grandmother and other resources to help support her.

I feel that, in order to adequately and effectively tell my story, I must share a bit of hers here as well.


My mother was a beautiful woman (inside and out) with an amazing hunger for life and people. She was FULL of life. When she was in her 20’s she met my dad whom she fell in love with and well, I was conceived. Instead of living every girls’ dream, her happy relationship with my dad ended prematurely and before he even knew she was pregnant. She had plans. Big ones…and they didn't involve him so she packed up and left.

Fast forward nine months later and I arrive. What an awakening my entry into this world had to be for her. I am sure just about any mother can relate. Of course, I have no memory of that day but I believe that day for her was full of emotion not only because she had given birth to her one and only daughter but because I believe there was a piece of her heart that longed for more that day. That longed for the presence of the dream that she knew, for her, would never come true. She and my dad were done and she was now left with the responsibility of raising me without him. While the help of family was abundant, I am confident that a piece of her heart she left behind with my dad. And so, yet another link in the chain to the bondage of depression was added.

Throughout my life I have memories of my mother struggling with depression and manic episodes that landed her in and out of mental institutions. As a young girl, I really never understood why life just seemed so hard for her. I can remember visiting her with my grandmother and aunt and not being able to see her many times because she was too medicated or perhaps just too ashamed to face us. Whatever the reason and whether I saw her during a visit or not, I also remember leaving holding back tears as we walked back to the car after each visit.   “Why would God would give me the life I had? Why couldn't I just be ‘normal’ like everyone else?” I asked.

My grandmother and many of my aunts ended up taking up the slack for her (at least that's what it felt like at the time) and I can remember feeling overwhelmingly bitter about my mother not only not being the mom that I NEEDED her to be but that my dad wouldn't show up and take me away. Who was he? Where was he when I needed him most?

Church also played a major role in my upbringing and most of the time it seemed the only stable thing; the only constant in my life aside from family and friends. Later, I would realize it wasn't “church” at all of course, but the consistency and peace I felt was Jesus, my Savior, who was there carrying me all along.

Isn't that just like life sometimes? Sometimes we just need a reminder that we are being carried. We need to know that someone is there and that everything is okay and that life is more than just a walk through the unknown and the unseen.  Sometimes you just want a little more. A little more adventure, excitement and little more purpose. Just a little more security and assurance.

Fast forward once again but now we are in the present. I am a grown woman with four kids, an amazing husband and a family living a big life but finding that I still want more.

While life is nothing like I could have ever imagined and God is way better than I could have dreamed, I must be honest with you and say that about a year and a half ago I found myself in a really difficult place.

During that time, I questioned where I was in life, particularly in relation to my business, and I felt, well…a bit lost. It felt as though everything in my life was being stripped away. Literally. My desire to refinish and paint furniture was diminishing and I couldn't figure out why. What did remain, however, was a relentless urge to write more than ever before. So, I did. As I submitted, with each post here on the blog and social media, I realized I felt more invigorated and more alive than ever before. It was like I had found a new life. Beyond simply restoring furniture, I felt as though I was fulfilling my purpose and giving life and voice not only to my heart but to the heart of God through my writing.

Months passed, I lost my mama suddenly and my world was once again rocked but this time I refused to let that result in a defeated spirit. I decided that, unlike some other times in my life, I would allow myself to see God in it all. This is when my world changed. Deep down inside I longed for freedom. True freedom. I longed to be in a place I’d never been before. I wanted to be comfortable in my own skin expressing myself as I’d been called and created by God to do. Something deep down inside cried out for this kind of freedom. At the time, I really didn't understand why I couldn't shake this feeling but it was absolutely unshakable to say the least and with each day the voice of the Holy Spirit became louder and louder until I could no longer silence it.

The truth is, He wanted me free and not just for me. He wanted me free so that the gifts, words, heart  and passion that He has given me would beckon and call out to the bound hearts of others who needed to experience the same freedom He was calling me to not just experience, but to LIVE. 

And there it was. All these years. All my life. All of the struggles. All of the tears. All of the trials. All of the laughs and the loss. It all came to this moment when I made the decision to truly accept the freedom that Christ gave me and use the platform He has given me to not only tell the world but to inspire others to experience it as well.

‘Christ has set us free to live a free life. So take your stand! Never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you.’ Galatians 5:1 MSG

Let’s look at the end of the above scripture “…never again let anyone put a harness of slavery on you.” Notice the scripture says “let”. This would imply that we have power, a choice if you will. First and foremost the power of Christ in us gives us this power but it is through that power that He has given you and I that we can say ‘no’ to those chains that have bound us. We have the power and authority to say NO to the chains of: jealousy, depression, comparison, low self-esteem, suicide, sadness, weariness, and the list goes on.

True freedom in Christ releases you. Forever. The funny thing is, as long as I’d served Christ and walked this walk of faith as a Christian, I’d never really had that revelation. But, now. Now is my time. Now is YOUR time. This is your time. This is my time. It’s time to get free.


I was having a conversation with a friend a few weeks back about the “sound of freedom”. It’s been months now but this word continues to press on my heart and mind. If you follow me anywhere else you already know this. You've seen it in quote and text. Not only is it the anthem of my heart but I believe it’s God’s for his girls. (That’d be you)

So, the conversation. I honestly don’t even remember how we started talking about it but one thing led to another and I recall almost shouting, “Oh, my gosh! What is the sound of freedom? What does freedom sound like!!!?” It was more than a question randomly posed; it was officially a quest, a desire, a yearning for more than just an answer. For within that answer lie the key to unlocking the future and the promises of God in hundreds of lives. It may seem like a bit of an exaggeration, but it’s true.

You see I know, much like myself, that our world is flooded with women who want, need and desire more out of their lives. She wants to know what it feels like to be free to be who she’s been created to be. She just need somewhere to start. She needs to know that she is beautiful. And not because she is wearing the most trendy and fashionable threads or because her hair lays just right but because there is a God who magnificently, wonderfully and perfectly crafted her. There is a God who called her to life, who breathed life into her just because he loved (and loves) her and gave her reason and purpose and being before she even took that first breath.

So, a few weeks later the same friend and I were having yet another conversation about this topic and I mentioned this scripture as I shared my heart’s desire with her. She stopped me mid-sentence exclaiming, “Kennesha! That’s it! That’s the sound of freedom!!!” Admittedly, I was a little confused by her interjection and it took me a minute to catch up with what she referred to but I soon realized exactly what she meant.

As reference the passage reads as below:

God grabbed me. God’s Spirit took me up and set me down in the middle of an open plain strewn with bones. He led me around and among them—a lot of bones! There were bones all over the plain—dry bones, bleached by the sun.
He said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?”
I said, “Master God, only you know that.”
He said to me, “Prophesy over these bones: ‘Dry bones, listen to the Message of God!’”
5-6 God, the Master, told the dry bones, “Watch this: I’m bringing the breath of life to you and you’ll come to life. I’ll attach sinews to you, put meat on your bones, cover you with skin, and breathe life into you. You’ll come alive and you’ll realize that I am God!”
7-8 I prophesied just as I’d been commanded. As I prophesied, there was a sound and, oh, rustling! The bones moved and came together, bone to bone. I kept watching. Sinews formed, then muscles on the bones, then skin stretched over them. But they had no breath in them.
He said to me, “Prophesy to the breath. Prophesy, son of man. Tell the breath, ‘God, the Master, says, Come from the four winds. Come, breath. Breathe on these slain bodies. Breathe life!’”
10 So I prophesied, just as he commanded me. The breath entered them and they came alive! They stood up on their feet, a huge army.
11 Then God said to me, “Son of man, these bones are the whole house of Israel. Listen to what they’re saying: ‘Our bones are dried up, our hope is gone, there’s nothing left of us.’
12-14 “Therefore, prophesy. Tell them, ‘God, the Master, says: I’ll dig up your graves and bring you out alive—O my people! Then I’ll take you straight to the land of Israel. When I dig up graves and bring you out as my people, you’ll realize that I am God. I’ll breathe my life into you and you’ll live. Then I’ll lead you straight back to your land and you’ll realize that I am God. I’ve said it and I’ll do it. God’s Decree.’”
I know there is a lot here but I really needed to include the entire passage to give you the full picture. I will reference this passage frequently throughout this series but today, I want you to look closely at verses 7-8, “As I prophesied, there was a sound and, oh, rustling!” The New Living Translation reads “…as I spoke, there was a rattling noise all across the valley.”

This is exactly what my girlfriend was so excited about it. The rattling. The rustling. Now, I know that the sound of freedom won’t literally sound like rustling or rattling but it just may sound, for you and I, like tears hitting the table as we pour out our heart to God or a friend. It may be the pounding of fists, shouts of frustration and release,

What does your freedom sound like? What does it look like? For me and for the others sharing their beautiful stories here the next few weeks, it comes in the form of courage. Of putting pen to paper or finger to key and taking the first step to breathing new life. Orchestrating and initiating a new sound of freedom in their own lives and blazing and pioneering a new trail in this amazing journey we call life.

This, my friends, is #rhithebeautyinside. It’s officially a movement. Not because it’s a system or a new way of seeing yourself beautifully, but because I am believing it will be your first step perhaps in moving into an unparalleled, unbridled, unshakable, overwhelmingly uncontainable relationship with the One from whom your beauty, your TRUE  beauty, has been given.

You, my love, have a gift to give and it’s not just for you, it’s for the world. In the next few weeks, we will explore and discover what it means to be free to be the beautiful YOU that you were called and created to be. This is the beginning of a lifetime of adventure and I couldn't be more excited to have you join me on this journey. Get ready to be encouraged, inspired, uplifted and see you as you've never seen YOU before. 

This week's stories of beauty from:
Whitney Leigh Morris (10/29)
Thelma Chaves (10/31)

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

LIFE | The Great Adventure

We had a photoshoot a couple of weeks back with our friend and photographer Tiarra of Tiarra Sorte Photography. Let's just say it was quite the adventure in more ways than one. Who knew that a family photo session could also turn into a a therapy session and a time of realization and reflection of priorities?

We drove over an hour and half and hiked up 20 minutes with props and four kids in tow to this spot.
All of the drama prior to our session became small in comparison to what unfolded before our eyes as we reached our final destination - the Ice Caves in the Mt. Baker-Snoqualmie National Forest near Granite Falls, WA. You guys. It was breathtaking to say the least.

I realized at that moment just how small I was and just how amazingly big and incredible God and his awesome creation is.I was also reminded then of how everything that preceded that moment didn't really matter at all. Isn't it incredible how that happens. How when we focus on the "biggness" of God and how amazing He is, our problems, fears, worries become so small in comparison. SO small.

Now, let me just recap the few hours prior to that for you.

You know the drill (especially all of those moms out there). We want the perfect outfits and coordination. Everything has to be just right for family pics. The hair. Let's not even talk about the hair or how our kids have to be just so for this once or twice-a-year occasion. Why do we put so much energy into these shots that some of us (eh never even hang on our walls for others to see? 

It's quite comical{ish}. In the past we've taken Fall family pics for the Christmas cards this year but this year I also wanted to use some of my individual shots for the new blog and future writing so I felt like there was even more pressure to make these pics perfect. Of course, we all know there is really no such thing as perfect. 

We didn't have any major breakdowns even though the weather at the summit was crazy. I am sure the temps dropped by about 20 degrees which means it was freezing and toward the end of our session, the kids were D-O-N-E. Did I mention they were done? 

Admittedly, from the beginning, the tensions were already high and I'll say that a lot of it came from me and my expectation of perfection from each of our kids. 

Thankfully, we have worked with our friend Tiarra for a few years now. Not only does she know us but she KNOWS us. She was patient, encouraged Larry and I and our kids along the way. We surely needed it. 

This photo session and the whole situation, actually, from the first bit of prep work to the moment we hit the summit reminded me a lot of our perspective and of life in general sometimes. 

There are a lot of distractions along the way. There are a lot of things that seem magnified and bigger than the biggest thing. In this case, outfits, the perfect hair and accessories and look got in the way of the biggest thing...our family and God's presence in our lives in this season. 

There was a reason that I wanted this year's pics to be different and it wasn't just because I wanted cute pics. This season of our lives as a family has been nothing less than amazing and God has shown Himself in so many ways. He has been faithful. Loving. Enduring. You know, all the things that He is and more. 

Reflecting on this day and this session, I am reminded that I can't get caught up in the things that don't matter. The trivial. The mundane, small things in life. 

I have been given great purpose and the calling on my family's life is great. We said yes to "The Great Adventure" a few months back and I am SO excited to share it with each and every one of you.
I cannot wait to launch the new blog with a a new look and start this adventure with you all! 

Let's adventure together! 


Friday, October 10, 2014

Rug Rules 101 | Layer. Layer. Layer.

Okay, so maybe that title is just a little deceptive since I am the last one to really follow any decorating rules. I will share my personal experience and tips for how I am working on making this new home of ours a little more comfy and cozy. I do what works for me and for my family especially now that we have moved into a much smaller space with a very interesting layout specifically in the living area.

I recently received a rug that I've been eyeing (and apparently a lot of you as well according to my Instagram post) from Rugs USA. This rug honestly changed the entire feel of our living space.

I started with this cowhide rug from World Market. It was a great base layer but the room still felt cold and unwelcoming in some ways although the cowhide did help add a bit of personality to the space.

I wish I could insert some amazing photo here and be an amazing blogger today but alas, I must disappoint and say that I have NOT ONE picture of the room before we layered our rugs. But, just go with me here an visualize it all, okay? :)

Anyhow, after searching for a while and looking at Dash and Albert, Pottery Barn and a few other retailers I always came back to this one from Rugs USA.

If you've looked at the Rugs USA site or even had your eye on a Moroccan inspired rug, you know that they have a billion and one choices on their site! I decided to go with this one since, in my opinion, it looked the most authentic, was made out of natural fibers vs. synthetic and had the tassels. I love the tassels. I think it adds a bit of whimsy and personality which I definitely want our living room to have. 

Just to be clear, I honestly second guessed my selection and couldn't wait to get both of them down to see if what was in my head would look the same in real life. 

Once I unpacked the rug and laid it all out I was SO pleased with the transformation of the room and the cozy feeling it gave the space especially with the layering of the cowhide. Extra warm. Extra cozy. Extra fun. Win. 

For those of you wonderng if this rug is worth it, IT IS! I love  the pile. Not too high and the perfect height. You've seen some of those shag rugs that your feet literally seem to get caught in while walking across...not this one! It will shed for a few weeks (according to RUGS USA site up to three months) but those of you who have had natural wool rugs, you know to expect this. 

I also love the fact that it's a natural 100% wool fiber, not synthetic and it's hand knotted which gives it more a finished look than others. 

I chose an 8x10 for our space and nestled our furniture just over the edge of each end of the rug. It fits perfectly and I like it that way. 

And here is the final look. I'm getting better at photographing this teeny space and playing up it's strengths. Thank you for bearing with me, folks. 

And for those in search of the perfect rug for their pad here are a few MY PERSONAL guidelines for finding the perfect rug for YOUR space:

1. Measure your space. Don't just buy a 5x7 rug because it's all that is available or what you can afford. Jute boucle rugs are relatively inexensive so if you have a space that really needs a larger rug and can handle it but you can't afford it, consider purchasing a jute rug and layer your favorite, smaller rug over the top of that rug. This way, the eye is still drawn out (creativing the illusion of a larger wide open space) vs. being drawn in. 

2. Break the rules. I looked all over for inspiration of people layering cowhides with ANY other kind of rug and there wasn't much to see. I took a leap and decided to just try it and I won. Don't be afraid to do something different with your rugs. This could also apply to simply taking a rug from one room where it just doesn't seem to work and placing it in another space where it just may fit perfectly and change the entire mood of the room. 

3. Step out of your comfort zone. I know it probably doesn't seem like I did this but if any of you remember our last living room it was extremely farmhouse and extremely traditional. It was comfortable and what I knew. I was and am determined in our new space to continue to challenge my comfort levels. I have always loved the look and feel of rustic, fresh, and modern but have never really been sure how to achieve it in our own home and complement our family and decorative personality. So, in essence, I guess what I am saying is step out of your rug comfort zone and try something new. 

I sure hope this helped a bit with your rug search and decisions! I cannot wait to see what you all do in your own homes! 

Friday, folks! 

Cowhide Rug| World Market
Moroccan Shag | Rugs USA
Sofa and Cover | IKEA
Side Table| Tutorial Here

DISCLAIMER: I was compensated by RUGS USA with a rug of my choice but unbiased opinions are all mine! 

Monday, October 6, 2014

MOTIVATED | DIY Tray Side Table for Under $50

As you all know, I've been working slowly but surely on putting together our family and dining rooms. We are talking a pretty small space here so every little piece we put into these areas counts and must be extremely functional. Not to mention, budget friendly. 

Insert, said table. I looked high and low for the perfect piece for the space that wasn't too big or bulky and that was also nice to the wallet. I totally could have just purchased a small piece online or probably even found one and some of my favorite local shops but for some reason, nothing seemed right...until I walked into World Market a few weeks ago and the Heavens seemed to open up. I mean, I literally hear angels singing and saw rays of lighting shining on the clearance area in the store. 

Somehow the box in front of me that read "Metal Beverage Tub Stand" morphed into "Metal Side Table with Gold Finish that will look amazing once you finish it". And just like that, my brain was off. I especially had no problem picking it up after looking at the label and realizing that it was less than 10.00. (That definitely fit the budget)

Now, I know what you're thinking. "How are you going to turn a stand with NO TOP into a table?" Well, I am SO glad you asked. Let's get started, shall we?

I immediately brought my goodies home and got started on this quick, easy project! If you'd like to give it a try, here is what you'll need:

  • A metal stand of some sort. Even a plant stand could work for this project. 
  • Montana Gold Spray Paint in Gold or desired color I am a MONTANA GOLD fiend)
  • A round (or shape of your table base) top of some sort. I used the "Ike" tray from Crate and Barrel but you can use any tray you'd like that fits the shape and size of your chosen base. 
  • Removable foam pads (so the legs don't scratch up your floors unless you are placing it on carpet, of course!)

Once you have all of your materials laid out, evenly coat your base and wait for it to dry. 
If you are just attaching a tray then it's easy peasy. I applied foam pads to the base of the tray as well to help stabilize it and keep it on the top which you can do as well. You could totally get more detailed in the way you attach your tray but I wanted to be able to make this multipurpose so I chose to make it a temporary positioning vs. permanent.

Here is a shot of the table BEFORE. 

And here is the AFTER.


What do you guys think? I was absolutely in love with it after finishing this little one up! I sure hope it inspires you to do something similar in your own home and shows that it doesn't take much to DIY! 

Happiest of Mondays to you, friends! 



Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Around the Living Room and a Sign

Happy Wednesday, peeps! 

I am sharing a few additions around the house and a fun sign that we had made for our family room   from Taryn over at Between You and Me.

When Tara asked what I'd like on the sign I instantly knew I wanted "The Creed" (based on the Apostles' Creed) by Hillsong. If you haven't heard this album yet, it's a must! 

Tara was so sweet to offer my readers a discount for any sign in her shop. You can see more and even have a custom one made just for you so take a look. There are SO many great ones to choose from.

I added some new pillows to the sofa and a rug from Rugs USA to add texture and a bit of warmth to the space. For those of you who don't know, we moved into a foster cottage community almost two months ago and it is indeed a cottage in all sense of the word so designing a space that works for our family has been a bit challenging, but fun.

I shopped a few of my faves for decorative pieces for the pillows and decor from Nordstrom Home to my local fave Haystack Antiques and even Goodwill which is always fun and budget friendly of course.

And remember that TV stand dilemma and the photo I shared as inspiration a few weeks back? Well, the stand that the hubs and I finally agreed on came and we couldn't be happier with the quality and durability of our first official purchase from Joss and Main.

So what do you guys think? I really am having fun and enjoying the way things are coming together over here. And see that table up there? Well, I made it. Come back on Monday to see how we made that happen! You won't believe what I used to do it!

Don't forget to hop over to Between You and Me for a special discount on one of her amazing signs. Just use RESTORATIONHOUSE15 as the coupon code. 

Have an absolutely amazing rest of your week, friends! 


Do you follow me on Instagram? Facebook? Twitter?

Sharing with...
Savvy Southern Style
DIY Showoff