Friends! I have such a treat for you. I’ve been wanting to tell the story of Lady Liberty for such a long time. It’s such a fun story. You see, years ago I was out doing one of my most fav summer activities-going to yard sales. I loved to just hit the road and see what I could find. Anyway, this time I was in the next town over from where I was living. I don’t remember who I was with (maybe I was alone, but maybe not). I happened upon this cute little house and a studio space next to it. The studio was a red shed type of studio. When I walked in I was in heaven! The lady who was hosting the yard sale was selling off all her crafting supplies. The red shed was her studio for making all kinds of things. She had wreaths and blue stone slate tiles. Everything she made was of the ‘prim’ décor. I bought a bunch of the slate tiles. I envisioned painting on them and having them as decorations. Of course, the tiles just sat for the longest time before I finally gave them away.

But. Friends. I bought this little Lady Liberty doll. She is the cutest, and sweetest, little doll. For the longest time I think I just shoved her in a corner and forgot about her. One day, and I don’t remember the exact circumstances, I decided to donate her to the local thrift store. I don’t know why, other than I must not have been displaying her and just thought she was taking up space. Fast forward to a few months later (or maybe weeks later). I was walking down the sidewalk and saw her in the thrift store window and my heart soared! I had to have her back!! She had a price tag of $8 on her and I snatched her up before anyone else could!

And since then she has been a part of my summer decorating routine. When I moved the fishing lodge, she took up residence on the front porch for the summer as part of my red, white, and blue decorating scheme. When I was leaving the fishing lodge and my marriage and was trying to decide what I was taking with me and what I could let go of, she was definitely on the keep list. But she did end up in the storage unit. Until I told my roommate her story. And then we decided that she needed to have a space in the house. She’s a little worse for wear now, but she still has a place in the house–no matter where that house is! The rest is history, as they say.

’til next time
-k
xoxo