take a bow

There is so much I want you to know.
So much you should know.
But I don't think it's the right time to share all my secrets with the world.

I am humbled by the kindness that you have given me through your comments in these past few months. Your words of wisdom, words of encouragement, words of belief. Thank you.
I will be checking in on you as time goes by and perhaps one day...I'll float back and share once more.

Take a bow, the night is over.
Light are low, the curtains down.
There's no one here.
The show is over, say good-bye.

Where have you been?

enjoying life, love, long walks, kissing (the kisses...amazing...where do those butterflies come from?) and laughter. hope you all are well. be back soon.

Snapshots of my week

It starts off by throwing this on--and enjoying a cup of coffee with someone special

... there may be lots of this happening

and a little of this

I like to end the day thinking of this. Hope your week is as fabulous.

images: tumblr, smosch,pixyandtacobeans,

happy ending

On Friday, Ralph let me know that a delivery would be arriving late and asked if I could take care of it because he had already made plans. To be honest, I was so exhausted that all I really wanted to do was go home and crawl into bed, but Ralph has been my rock these last few weeks so I told him to have a great time and locked the door behind him.

The sky had turned gray and I could hear thunder...there was going to be a storm on top of a late night. Sigh.
When the rain came pouring down Benson started scratching, jumping, and barking at the door. There was no way I was going for a leisurely stroll with him in this weather, so I did something that I've never done before. I opened the shop door and told him to go out and do his business.
He gave me a strange look... and he bolted. He ran down the sidewalk and I couldn't see him with the rain coming down so hard. I ran outside and started to call for him and then I started to panic. I was cold, soaked with rain, and couldn't see a thing . Why didn't I put him on a leash? How could I have just let him go?!I frantically ran back inside to find an umbrella and some sort of raincoat. By this time I'm crazed. I'm imagining the worst and then I heard a familiar voice.
"Excuse me, Miss? Are you looking for something?"
I'm not sure if I can even come close to describe the intense emotion I was feeling or if this is a moment that I should even share with everyone. It's so personal. Surreal. It's a moment that will be with me for as long as I live. It's Jack.
A flood of emotions hit me. I'm relieved to see that Benson is with Jack; filled with questions on why Jack is here at this hour; and trying my very best to stay calm and cool because Jack is here and I haven't seen him in so long. So very long and I've missed him.
We dry off and open a bottle of wine that he had brought and I hear the story. There is no late night delivery. Ralph had set all this up with Jack last week.
It's too long to go into, but Jack and Lily found out about my Uncle and his dirty little secrets about the same time I did but felt it was important for me to discover all of the lies and deceit on my own. I'm glad they did. I had time to work through the drama in my heart and in my head and come out of all this a stronger person. Jack. We talked until the early hours. We laughed. I was floating. He's wonderful and I am beyond happy...joyful.
If you happen to see a girl with a goofy smile and stars in her eyes, be sure to say "hello" and let her know you believe that dreams come true. They do. They really do.

cool and perfect

A friend of mine, Megan, introduced me to a new t-shirt line on etsy that she did a photo shoot for last week. I am always tickled with pen and ink design and these tees enchanted to no end . Dressing On The Side creates quirky, whimsical, tongue-in-cheek tees with a limited run for each design. Loving "Cupcakes are Cool".

Add one of these tees with a pair of ripped up jeans, vintage boots, and it's a perfect look for me (and Megan).

*images JTB photography

more is more

I've been inspired by Judy of Atlantis Home to add layers and textures of silver on my wrists. Easy and perfect to dress up a tee and jeans--which will be my wardrobe most of this week with lots of shipments arriving for holiday.
*via atlantis home

guess who

Guess who just got his first haircut?
Guess who snapped a picture of a freshly groomed Benson and mailed it to a special dog trainer?
Guess who misses Jack and hopes he'll respond.
Have a great weekend everyone.

home

To some, these pics may scream "dust me! clean me!" but I love the memories they share. Think of the many hours at flea markets it took to collect all the blue and white... Hold on tight to those things that let you remember special moments.

smile

If a picture speaks a thousand words, this one tells such a fun story. A girl on an adventure in a faraway land ready for whatever life throws at her. Hope your week is filled with smiles and adventures as well.
*unfortunately, I've misplaced the link...if I find it, I'll post.

sweet

Hope your weekend is filled with sweetness. I'll be working and enjoying every minute!
*image joy the baker

fresh air

When a friend tidies up your room that is littered with wadded up used Kleenex, dead flowers, dirty plates, and a poor, pitiful girl cocooning herself in blankets who bursts into tears at the mention of "cheering up"...you know you've got a good friend.

When your friend mentions that "you need to be showered, sprayed, and cleaned up. You've got a business to run, people that want to see you, and life goes on" You know you've got a great friend.

I'm going to be okay. A new day and a new me...watch out world.

ps. Ralph, have a fabulous weekend off :)

*image via stephanie

more, part 2

It's ironic that a few posts ago I kicked myself for listening to my heart...and now, I wonder why I stopped.
The rest of the story.
After I found out about the financial turmoil my Uncle was involved in and the accusations he was throwing at Jack ; I dug deeper. I searched EBay, classifieds, and Craig's list...bingo.
When "museum quality/one of a kind/ heirloom" was mentioned in a Craig's list ad for furniture, I had to check into it. I emailed the seller and was told that the pieces were in a storage facility in the city. I asked to see them, was given a time, and let my manager, Ralph, know that I was going to run an errand and would be back soon.

When the storage door opened and my Uncle was standing there I wasn't sure what to say. He made excuses about why he had the furniture and when he knew I wasn't buying it, he began to throw insults at me and then the police arrived.
From what I understand they have been investigating my Uncle for embezzlement, insurance fraud, and identity theft for a number of months. I was in shock watching the police tape off the scene and take my uncle away in a squad car. The only thing that saved me was that Ralph had looked in my day timer to see where I had went and arrived soon after all this. He was the one who told me I was "best dressed"...sometimes you just have to laugh.
I feel like a fool. I believed in "family" and I really wanted to belong to a family. It turns out that my only living relative is a criminal who could care less about me. The worst part is that I believed him and turned my back on an amazing, wonderful man that wanted to be a part of my life.
Thank you all so much for your support and your kind, sweet, comments. You will never know what they have meant to me.

in the beginning...part 1

Where to begin? Let's catch everyone up, shall we? I'm finishing up a bottle of wine, so feel free to join me.
I bought a dresser that needed some TLC on EBay a couple months ago. The dresser happened to be in a town a couple hours away where a long lost Uncle of mine lived. I had never met him, but when my mother was on her deathbed, she encouraged me to seek out any family I may have...even if it meant on my father's side. I dabble with the idea of contacting him.
I'm getting ready to pick up the dresser and I meet a really cute guy named Jack who is just a sweetheart. It also turns out that Jack (or Jack's sister, Lily) is the seller of the dresser I am picking up. They have it stored at Jack's house that he recently inherited from his uncle. It's a small world.
Jack and I continue our relationship in the following weeks. And let's not forget that my newly acquired/found dog, Benson, thinks Jack is the best thing since bacon.
Sound like a fairytale? This is where it gets sticky.

I finally meet my uncle and he seems nice enough and tells me how amazing my mother and runaway father were. I plan to meet him at his house the following week and perhaps introduce him to Jack.
When I drive to my Uncle's house I can't believe where it's located. You drive past a sweet little cottage before you see my Uncle's mega mansion. The cottage belongs to Jack. Let me clarify.
My Uncle owns the main house of an estate and Jack owns what used to be the gardener's cottage.
I tell my Uncle of the amazing coincidence and he tells me to "watch out for those people." He warns me that Jack's uncle was caretaker of the entire estate and he is sure that Jack's uncle has stolen pieces of irreplaceable furniture that he originally purchased with the estate .
I tell him there must be a mistake. He asks if I had seen any upscale, higher end pieces of furniture at Jack's house. And then I pause.
Along with my dilapidated piece of a dresser there WAS beautiful looking furniture in the potting shed. Could it be? My Uncle tells me to stay away from those crooks and that he is sure Jack and his family are selling the furniture and making hundreds of thousands of dollars.
I leave my Uncle's house and bolt to Jack's. I ask if I can see the potting shed. Jack has no clue what's going on and opens the shed door. There are no pieces in there. I assume the worst.
Back at home, Ralph tells me to think all this through. When I start researching I realize that Jack has a stellar reputation whereas my Uncle is in financial ruin and in court cases for monies owed to others. It's a mess.

image via parleycoot

best dressed

I'm so glad I could be voted best dressed when the police questioned me today. It's been an over the top, circus kind of day and I'll explain later in a very LONG post. On the upside...I just bought these from Anthropologie and they held up well under stress.

Hanging On

Although I had a great weekend, I am feeling a bit tense this morning. I'm going to solve a mystery and it could get messy. I'll fill you in as it unfolds.

no plans are good plans

I'm going to be spending the weekend nesting and playing (Benson is barking as I type...he knows that I'll be all his). By next week I hope to have a very complicated puzzle solved and see where life goes from there.
A letter to someone very dear and very sweet:
Dearest Jack, don't give up on me.

And the Oscar goes to...

I had dinner with a friend of mine who keeps up with my blog. She mentioned that other blogs she reads spotlight fads and fashion, interior design, food and traveling , but my blog played out to be more like a movie.

"No it doesn't; don't be silly" I replied. "It's my life. I like to share the good, the bad, and the ugly and hope that it makes sense to someone." But the more I thought about it; isn't everyone's life like a movie?

You're the actor or actress in a leading role, you have supporting actors, sets, costumes, and makeup. Every once in a while you have good direction but have to endure bad lighting and timing at the worst possible moments. Unfortunately there are no writers in "This Is Your Life" movie though...it's all improv.

What genre of movie would your life be most like? A sensitive drama? A heart pounding thriller? Romance or comedy? Perhaps a quirky Independent film? Whatever the style--keep the audience buzzing and bring home your Oscar for a stellar life.

blue skies ahead

It's a new day and I'm feeling good. Hope you find some sunshine today.
*via mostbeautifuldarling

life's a beach

My sweet friend Ralph locked the store, held my hand, and took us to the beach along with two venti cups of very strong coffee. We talked for a long time and his (along with yours-thank you)advice was to slow down, take a breath, and do what I do best. That is...do some fact finding.
Whenever I buy a major piece for the store, an item that I will most likely spend more on than I had planned; I research. I ask questions, I read, I want to know all the facts before purchase so I don't walk into a surprise. That's the control freak in me...but in matters of the heart, who can think like that?
It's taken me all day on the computer and being on-hold for what seemed like hours, but I've discovered some answers to a few of my questions. Unfortunately there are still many more questions that are still unanswered but I'm beginning to realize that I may have jumped to some wrong conclusions.

give me a minute

This weekend chewed me up and spit me out. When will I start thinking with my head and stop listening to my very foolish heart? It's very complicated and I'm feeling as if my thoughts are spinning when I think about it and I'm really not sure if I should even be writing about something so raw.
Basically, my uncle just filled me in on some things about Jack and his family that are not very appealing and I'm a mess. I'm so mixed up about who to believe, how I am feeling, and why is it so easy for me to fall for the happily ever after endings in life?
I promise I'll be back to normal soon...thanks for listening.

Is it me, the change of seasons, or has everyone decided to be happy and think good thoughts in blogland?! Everyone seems to be gearing up for great times and happy days ahead--and I'm ready for it with arms open wide.
* find this at the loveshop/etsy

Don't wake me

Just got off the phone with my Uncle and looks like I'll be seeing him on Saturday morning. I could be totally wrong,but as he was giving me directions to his home it sounded like it's close to Jack's cottage!
I never pay too much attention to street names but they all sounded vaguely familiar and when he said to drive past a "small white house on the corner" ...it makes me wonder.
To be honest, Lily (Jack's sister) didn't have many kind words regarding the people who live next door. I don't know all the details, but when Jack inherited his Uncle's home there were a lot of legal mix-ups because the cottage was originally the gardener's quarters for the main house and no one knew who owned what. I guess it was a mess to figure it all out.
Chances are slim that they are neighbors (because that would just be too crazy even for this girl) but we'll see what happens. Have a wonderful, safe, holiday weekend--enjoy your families, friends, pets, and life!
*via most beautiful darling

sweet thing

Cooler temps mean warm and cozy food and since I'll be traveling to see Jack and my Uncle over this holiday weekend, I thought I would bake something for them.
What to bake? I searched Joy the Baker and was tempted by the zucchini sweet potato bread...sounds like Fall to me, and I'm sure they'll appreciate a hand delivered home baked treat.
Since the two men live in the same town, I'm hoping to have them meet, but just not sure if it will happen this weekend or not.

Thank you

Being relatively new to the blogging scene I am humbled as well as baffled as to how I received not one, but two awards recently. The latest bestowed upon me is from SimplyColette along with a KreativBlogger Award graciously given to me by Catanya's Things. Thank you for reading and enjoying what goes on in a day in the life of Natalie.
I'm not sure what the rules are but most of them are to share things about yourself that others may not know. I mentioned to Colette that I feel like I tell way too much and must bore everyone to tears...but let's see if I can surprise you with any of these.

1. I took ballet for over ten years anticipating that one day I would be a ballerina...unfortunately a broken ankle from cheerleading ended that idea.

2. Benson is the first dog I have ever had. He's taught me so much about enjoying life and going for it.

3. I rode up in an elevator with Oprah to the penthouse apartment where she lives in Chicago. Her skin looked flawless.

4. My mother went out on a date with Rick Springfield aka Dr. Noah Drake. This was before "Jessie's Girl."

5. I was voted "Babe-a-licious" in High School. Yuck. I wanted to be the girl most likely to succeed or the funniest or the most talented. I'm still trying.

Okay...that's all you get. I'll tell more later so you can see that I'm not all drama. My life is crazed at times but I'm very fortunate and very happy to have A French Cloud, friends, and amazing readers like you that are kind and supportive. Thank you.

can you feel it?

It's sad to say goodbye to summer but there's a certain chill in the morning air that lets you know change is coming. I feel it and I love it.
*via betterthanfine

the rest of the story

I realized I never mentioned about how nice it is to go fishing! To sit and be silent and wait for the fish to bite. I enjoy the idea of it all but I don't really like the bait, the fish, and looking at the fish in a bucket...so we threw them all back in. Felt like I was giving a second chance to somebody.

crazy crazy

This weekend is one that I will most likely never forget. I met my only Uncle. Robert LaPorte, the brother of my father that I don't really remember; who turned out to be a very nice man. It was strange. We both didn't really know what the other looked like but he came up to me at the cafe and said, "Natalie? You look just like your mother." I could have started sobbing and never stopped...I realized how much I missed her. Everyday. My mother was always there for me.
He told me some things about my father. David. He was the youngest of the family and anyone that met him loved him. He told me that my father had a wild streak in him and that he did not get to talk to or see him before his death. My father. My father is gone. He died on some adventure in South America. Maybe that's why he never communicated with me? Maybe that's why my mother never spoke of him realizing he was never coming back.

I do not know when these pictures were taken but I scanned them in so I could share with you. This was really the first time as an adult that I have ever seen a picture of him. He is my father and as much as I want to hate him and yell at him and ask him "why?!" I realize that I can't. It's over.
He was who he was and I wasn't a part of his life. I've had to deal with this for a long time so it's not like all this was a shock to me. Meeting my Uncle just brings up some issues that I thought I had nicely tucked away and put up way high on a closet shelf...but I'm okay. I'm going to meet my Uncle again next week at his house to give him some time to look for any other items I may want or pieces of information (medical records, etc..) that I may need in the future.
I was glad to see Jack after this.

New Day

I have a big weekend ahead of me. A quick trip to have coffee with my Uncle Robert this Saturday...looking forward to finally meeting this man and getting to know him. It's a weird feeling; but it's just for coffee and we'll see where it all leads.
Afterwards, I'll meet Jack for our fishing date. Jack told me he would postpone the fishing until another day but I just thought it would give me a good excuse to end my breakfast meeting. Is that awful to say?
I just don't want too much, too soon and not be able to figure it all out. My Dad and his past; where was he all my life; where is he now? There's a lot of questions I have, but this way I can limit them and take it slow. Find out if I really want to know the answers.
Fishing is starting to sound better and better.

smile

Colbie Caillat - Fallin' For You
by UniversalMusicGroup

I'm not usually the video girl, but Lily (Jack's sister) just sent me this and I was on the floor.Disclaimer: Jack is NOTHING like this guy but the song definitely hits home.

Catching the First Fish

Catching the First Fish, originally uploaded by Tim Somero.

might be feeling a little like this sweet girl this weekend. Jack suggested we go fishing (first time for me, I'm afraid) at a nearby lake stocked with trout (that part sounds good) Keep you posted.

Taking a Chance

When I mentioned to Ralph that I left a comment on the lil bee's blog about how I enjoyed the newest Rachel Zoe show because I knew the outcome; Ralph replied,"Of course you loved it when you already knew the ending...you're a control freak, Nat".
I suppose in some ways he's right. I DO like to know how things are going to turn out...to be prepared if it's an unhappy ending or to have some idea of what the outcome might be. It's hard for me to go into something if the result is an unknown. I'm not the best with surprises I suppose.
Perhaps that's why I'm embracing the spontaneity of my life these last few weeks.
Finding Benson, meeting Jack, and the prospect of reconnecting with a lost family member is not really my style. I'm thrilled with how the ride's going so far...

Old is New

After seeing this wall and hearing the announcement that Urban Outfitters has saved Polaroid film for everyone....

I dug up my mom's old camera and am feeling inspired to have some fun with an old friend. Happy pictures everyone.

Paint with Molly

It's been way too long since I got my artist's groove on but I thought Molly (Jack's dog) would be a good first step. I'll be seeing Jack next weekend and thought this would be a nice surprise. Hope you're having a great day.

Laugh and enjoy your weekend everyone!
*via abbysharp