I was born and raised here in Oregon. I hate the rain but I love the beauty that spring and fall bring each year. I am incredibly blessed to be a wife to an amazing man and a stay at home mom to four beautiful, energetic children! I have been creative and crafty all of my life. With the birth of Revamped & Fabulous, the Lord has given me an outlet for my creativity and an income for my family!
I LOVE a good bargain! I enjoy finding creative ways to save money. I started revamping furniture and DIY decor for my own home as a frugal alternative to buying "new". People started saying "Hey, I love that, can you do that for me?!" And that's how Revamped & Fabulous was born! It gives me such happiness and satisfaction to have people put my pieces in their homes!
Welcome to my blog! It is a continuing work in progress. I'm a stay at home mom of three children...Well four if you count my husband (he, he). Blogging has become an outlet for me and lets face it, we all need one! Especially stay at home parents. We are in a class all our own. I've found that writing is cheaper than therapy and more sane than checking my self into a mental hospital, which has crossed my mind a few times. I invite you to become a follower and share your stories and comments or things you would like to hear more about. This is about as close to adult interaction I get these days!
I don't know why I'm surprised at anything my kids do anymore.That saying "Oh from the mouth of babes" is so true! My son just turned 19 mos old. He loves to get your attention with just about anything. Lately, he has taken to calling every man he sees in public "daddy". It was cute at first, but now its just plain EMBARRASSING! I can't find a rhyme or reason for his association accept that they are male! At first, I thought that maybe it was because he saw a car like daddy's or a guy that kind of looked like daddy. However that doesn't seem to be the case. Old, young, big, small, bald, or not, they are daddy! Today, I was at the grocery store with all of the kids, which never fails to be anything short of a nightmare. The girls were doing their usual bickering and complaining because they didn't get a toy. I was playing referee as usual and trying to load my groceries when this huge, old "kidnapper" style van pulls into the space next to me. Out pop two older guys that certainly fit the stereotypical "kidnapper" profile. You know, mullets, dirty clothes, baseball caps, three teeth in their heads. You get the idea. I was trying to get my groceries and the kids loaded up as quickly as possible before I was sited for disturbing the peace with my girls' argument. All of a sudden my son points at these two men (neither of which looks anything like my husband) and yells "DADDY!" These guys start cracking up laughing. I hear one say " That kid thinks I'm his daddy". My son goes on and on. "Daddy", "daddy", "daddy". "Hi daddy"! I was so embarrassed. I couldn't wait to get in my car and drive away!!