Rustic Spa Inspired Window Display for Salon Mecca

Last fall I started doing window displays for my good friends at Salon Mecca.

Their new beauty lounge is located on Court Street, downtown Salem, Oregon.

With lots of foot traffic, and two huge street facing windows, their location is prime for visual advertising.

The problems I face with this particular window are this:

1. Size. Did I mention it's HUGE?!?

2. Most businesses that have storefront windows work around the merchandise. It's more tricky than you think to come up with ideas that highlight services as opposed to products.

For this window display, the gals asked that I highlight their Esthetician, Sonja John, and the facial services that she offers.

Below is a photo of the finished product. To get a little glimpse of what goes on behind the scenes, please keep reading :-)

  

Once a plan is devised (aka my brain goes crazy with ideas swirling around, thus keeping me from sleeping or thinking about anything else), I start gathering supplies. I try to keep the cost of supplies to a minimum, using things I already have or repurposing when possible. 

 The white Chinese paper lanterns shown above were actually left over from our wedding! 

I dipped the bases of them in silver paint then gave them a healthy dose of silver glitter.

I try to do as much of the work on the front end as possible so that tear down (of the previous window) and set up are as quick as possible. Once I arrive, I unload and the madness begins.

 Sometimes I can convey a message without the use of text, but for this one, I decided to try my hand at window painting!

It was January when I did this window, so I wanted it to have a natural, earthy, rustic feel to it.  

The salon offers a tasteful combination of elegant and rustic and I wanted to mimic that.

In all of the windows I strive to create something that is cohesive with the decor you will find inside.

I'm not going to lie to you, it is complete chaos until I'm finished!

I always have a plan going into it, but I've never certain it's going to work. There is a lot of improvising which can be nerve wracking!

For the faux massage table, I used a 6' folding table and sat it on 4 tree stumps that my hubby cut for me.

I then used our camping pads for the cushion and covered with white sheets and a vintage hobnail bedspread and topped it off with smooth black stones that I found at the Dollar Store.

Pallets standing on their sides and wood rounds offer a rustic vibe, allowing lots of white candles, fluffy rugs, and robes to stand out.

I had originally planned to stack the pallets two high, to create a full wall, but once I got there, I became deathly afraid that they might fall and take out the whole window! 

So a half wall it was, and I'm okay with that.

It sounds like Salon Mecca is going to be offering some new services and are looking for another Spa inspired window. 

Any Ideas?

Princess and the Pony: Meet Polly

Growing up with a farrier for a father, you would be safe to assume that that also meant growing up with horses. My summer vacations as a child were typically spent in the wilderness, packing into some remote location on horseback. Even as a tiny tot, too young to ride ourselves, we were either in a backpack or sharing a saddle with an adult. Once we were old enough to ride solo, we would "pony up" on our own and down the trail we went. I remember singing songs as a family.

 "I'll Take the High Road" and "She'll Be Comin' 'Round the Mountain" bring a smile to my face still today. 

During college, I was away from home, and away from horses. I was doing what most youngsters are doing during those years, and trying to find myself. During this phase, I somehow decided that even though I had loved horses all of my life, I wouldn't need them as an adult. 

Fast forward to motherhood.

Isn't it funny how having your own kids opens your eyes to the things that were truly important to you as a child? I found myself wanting to give my children the things that had brought me such joy as a young girl.

 I wanted to give them a pony. 

 It recently dawned on me that times have changed dramatically since I was a kid. While I write that it seems so obvious...but I'm not talking about the obvious. I'm talking about the amount and age at which kids become dedicated to extracurricular activities! 

As a child, I was involved in sports and clubs, but I can't say that I started much of anything before Jr. High...nothing serious or consistent anyway. There may have been a few who did, but it was rare. 

With our oldest daughter in 1st grade taking Ballet, playing soccer, and enrolled in swim lessons, I started to feel like I was missing out on her life. Here I was doing all of these things for her, yet, all I really felt like was a taxi that drove her around and dropped her off at practices. I missed my baby girl! 

This spring we spent a day at a Ranch (see post here) in Prairie City, Oregon, and it all started to sink in.  

I saw my girls enjoying pony rides, plying in the dirt, and climbing fences, and I started questioning what was really important. No, I didn't go all extremist and pull her out of all activities, but I decide we need to cut back-for now any way. Because for now, my daughter still thinks I'm cool and likes to spend time with me. For now, I am more important than boys. I know that my days are numbered, and I am choosing to spend them differently. There will come a time when all of those activities will be all-consuming in her mind, but for now, at the age of 7, lets embrace the love for ponies and mama's! 

After a few long talks with my husband, we decided we would get a pony. 

I found a 10 year old mare on Craigslist, who was previously used for pony rides. After driving to Washington to check her out, we decided she would be a great fit for our family. 

Below is a picture of the day we brought Polly home.

That night, as I kissed the girls goodnight, Raegen said,
"Mommy, I guess dreams really do come true!"

The idea is that we will spend more time here, together, with Polly, and less time running around.

I look forward to teaching our girls about the handling, riding, and responsibility that go along with owning a horse. I look forward to the time we'll spend together and the unspoken lessons that come with this journey. 

Polly has been part of the family since (late) April of this year, and the stories are already adding up. With summer break now here, I'm sure there are many more to come. Feel free to follow along as I share snippets of our pony experience on this blog. I think I'll call it, "Princess and the Pony". You'll find out why in a future post, but for now, we'll consider an introduction sufficient :-) 

Happy Trails!

Super Easy DIY Industrial Toilet Paper Holder Tutorial

You ready for this?

It's easy. Super easy!

Here we go....

Industrial Toilet Paper Holder Tutorial

Start by heading to your local hardware store. 

You are going to want to find the plumbing section...just follow the guy whose pants are revealing the upper portion of his buttocks and he'll most likely lead you right to it. 

Ha! No, kidding, don't do that. 

If you need to ask for help, you are looking for galvanized pipe. 

I find that the help at hardware stores (especially if you are a woman) is always top notch. 

So don't be afraid to ask.

You will most likely find an isle with some really long sticks of pipe standing upright and a bunch of small bins holding different size/lengths of smaller sticks of pipe and fittings. 

Here is your shopping list:

1/2" Floor Flange (it's round, kind of flat, and has a hole 1/2" in diameter in the center)

1/2" x 2" Galvanized pipe (again 1/2" diameter and 2" in length)

1/2" Galvanized Elbow (look for the macaroni shaped piece)

1/2" x 6" Galvanized Pipe 

1/2" Galvanized Cap

1 package of Walldog screws (this isn't in the plumbing section)

Walldog screws are a screw and anchor in one, so you don't have to worry about going straight into the drywall when you hang this beauty. 

Once you have gathered all of your supplies, set them out and begin assembly.

Start with the floor flange and shortest (2") stick of pipe. 

Screw them together as tightly as you can. Use wrenches if you are an overachiever and want to get it super snug, but I used my hands and it's worked just fine. Come to think of it, my husband always says I have a problem with, "man handling" things, so maybe I have some super strength. 

Ok, moving on. 

Now it's time to grab the elbow piece, and screw it into the 2" pipe.

Once that is secure, add the 6" stick to the the other end of the elbow and fasten.

Lastly, take the cap and screw it onto the exposed end of the 6" pipe to polish it off.

For hanging, I used four Walldog anchor/screws and going through the four vacant holes on the floor flange, drilled them into place.

I also folded the toilet paper all fancy like the hotels do just for you! 

For the record, this was the first and last time I will be doing anything fancy with toilet paper. 

And to my husband, just in case you read this....

Creating animals out of towels is also out of the question :-)

Here are a few other ways I've used Galvanized Pipe:

 Legs for my little kitchen desk.

This shelving unit for Salon Mecca.

A rustic bookshelf for my husband's office (DIY found here)

A paper towel holder for my kitchen (tutorial found here)

If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask! 

Confessions from The Farm Chicks Show

For the past couple of years my girlfriend and I have treated ourselves to a ladies weekend…a getaway to the faraway land of Spokane, Washington, where the junk abounds. This magical place is called The Farm Chicks Show. It’s a place for us to shop hundreds of vendors’ vintage and handmade goods that we haul back to beautify our homes. It’s a place where for just a little while, I am not required to be responsible for anyone but myself. No cries from the throne to wipe booties, no breaking up fights, and for once, I am actually not the driver of the cab. It’s relaxing, and fun. It’s being carefree and catching up with other adults-without interruptions! And as wonderful as it is, my friend and I decided not to go this year.

So, in lieu of The Farm Chicks Show 2013, I have not but a recounting of events and treasures; rather, a story of admission if you will, from a previous show. Embarrassing as it may be, it is part of my past that brings back both humiliation and gut wrenching laughter…still…to this day. And so, after years of holding onto this little ditty, I have decided to share it with you. I mean, hey, if The Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond can belch the ABC’s and still have a huge fan base and successful career (which I find awesome by the way-that she isn’t afraid to be herself), I too should be able to tell less than flattering stories right? So as you read, please keep in mind, we are all human. 

It was June 2011, and our first night in Spokane. We had driven all day, and were anxiously anticipating the next day’s events. After treating ourselves to a wonderful dinner at Chaps, we returned to our hotel lounge. The entertainment for the evening was that of an 80’s Butt Rock Band. You know the scene…lots of hairspray, mullets, and skinny jeans. While I’m sure they were a great band ;-) it wasn’t exactly the way we had hoped to spend our precious time away. So we finished our drinks and decided to call a cab.

 Look out Spokane!

Unfamiliar with the city, we bounced from bar to bar  establishment to establishment, in search of a place where we felt comfortable. Along our quest, we found what was likely the local “college hang out” (much too young), gothic convention (dark and intimidating), and gay bar (oops, completely out of place). While none of these places offered the ambiance we were looking for, they did all offer at least one drink before we decided to move on (because let’s face it, it’s rude to walk in, look around and walk out). By now, it’s safe to say that we have both had way more to drink than either of us are used to consuming. Maybe it was due to walking blocks upon blocks, but at that point, we seemed fine. Fine, until we finally found a place that was a little bit more our pace. I will spare the rest of the details of the night, and leave you with your imagination. What I will tell you is that we ended up feeling less than parr the following morning.

Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep! Beeeeeep!

Saturday morning came so early. And while neither of us felt like dragging ourselves out of bed…we had come a long way for this, and we were not going to miss it! I remember saying, “Just push through it, and it will be okay.” WRONG. While we did “push through it”, everything was not okay. We had made a big mistake, and we were paying for it. As if the experience of feeling too old to be “out” the night before weren’t bad enough, I am now also experience first-hand, all of the reasons why I am also physically too old for such shenanigans. In the words of my friend Winnie the Pooh, I had a “rumbly in my tumbly!” I remember thinking that if I could just go to the bathroom I could rid myself of the toxins I’d introduced to my stomach the night prior, thus ridding myself of the horrendous belly discomfort that was constantly nagging at me as I attempted to shop among thousands of others. Finally, we decided to make our way to the women’s restroom, and that is when it happened.

I peered down the lengthy row of closed stall doors, awaiting my turn. I remember thinking that I was pleased to find such a spacious bathroom, because if my trip to the ladies room was a success, it would be less likely that anyone (with the exception of the gal who used my stall when I was done-and to her, I am sorry) would be able to identify me as the culprit of the offensive aroma. Finally, a door swung open, and I made my way to the vacant stall. Now, here is where I have to add in that I first took note of the toilets pre existing condition. The water level seemed to be a tad higher than it should have been, and it immediately raised a red flag. However, given my current mental state and the length of line behind me, I made the regretful decision to carry on. I covered the toilet, perched, and waited…nothing. Well, not much anyway. A little, but let’s not go into details on the specifics. Unsatisfied with the outcome, I stood, pulled up my pants and flushed. What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion before me. Remember that “higher than normal” water level? Well, it began to rise, higher and higher and higher, until it had reached the cusp. Water was now spilling over the edge, as I stood frozen, watching the toilet paper and the remains of my feeble attempt at a bowl movement swirling about. "Dear God, I am so sorry for my immature behavior and excessive drinking last night. Please, please, pa-lease don’t let the kids go over the waterfall of toilet water onto the floor for all to see." Water was now surrounding the ground beneath my feet, and making its way under the stall door in search of a drain. Thankfully, my prayers were heard…or maybe I finally found the courage to move and turned off the water supply, but nonetheless, water was the only thing spilling out of the toilet. Okay, good. That’s taken care of. A sigh of relief comes over me and as the reality of what has just happened sinks in I can’t decide rather I should panic or burst out in laughter. My decision making process is then interrupted by the sounds of passerby. “Ewww, gross”, I can hear them shrill as they painstakingly lift their feet like flamingos and cross through the mess I have just created. Now what? Oh crap! I now somehow have to walk out of this stall at some point and time. “They don’t know you, Lindsey. Just put your big girl panties on and deal with it. You can do this.” After my internal pep talk was finished, I opened the door, walked out, and shutting the door behind me, my eyes fell upon my friend, patiently waiting for me. All I could manage was a fair warning, “You might not want to go in there!” 

A taste of Ranch Life in Prairie City, Oregon

Howdy! 

I'd say it's time to dust the cobwebs off of this blog and reconnect...what better way to do that than with a post full of good old fashioned {amateur} cowboy photography? 

Over Easter weekend, my husband (Nick) and I loaded up the girls and headed East, to Prairie City, Oregon. My sister-in-law (Rhiannon) had settled into this quaint little town while fighting forest fires, and a visit was in order. When we arrived Friday evening, we headed to the Oxbow for dinner where we ran into some of Rhiannon’s close friends, and were invited out to their ranch the following day for branding. I was ecstatic! I kept trying to play it off like, “oh the girls would love it!” And while I knew they would, I was secretly screaming, “Yessss, I am so excited, I can hardly wait!”

The following morning we attended an Easter Egg Hunt in the neighboring town of John Day, Oregon, but the true fun came just after the hunt. We went back to Rhiannon’s, changed clothes and headed to the Jacobs’ Ranch. Stepping out of the Suburban into the sun and dust, the sound of bellering cows filled the air. From where we stood, we couldn’t see a soul, but the sounds alone sent anticipation through my blood. The girls quickly pulled themselves up the nearest gate to get a better view, as I drew my camera to ready position for a view of my own.

As the day passed, we were greeted with nothing but kindness from the families involved. They took us in, and treated us like their own. The girls would bounce back and forth between front row seats of a calf being roped, medicated, banded and branded to pony rides, snacks, and playing in the dirt. Nick decided to give calf wrestling a whirl, and I sat back, and soaked in the sight of my family enjoying a day in the good life. Here’s a little peak into our day at the ranch…

Reese soaks up the action.

"Smells like popcorn Mama!"

 Goooo Nick!

 Sweet Mandy

           

 "I mustache you a question"

Yes, that is the tip of a calves ear that he is holding to his face!

"Mama, can we pleeeeease get a pony?" 

Hangin' with the boys....er, men. 

Snack time...because riding ponies is tough work.

Thanks Jenny!

Cowgirls in training...

Happy Trails!

New mustache flasks...for MEN & a t-shirt in the works!

Ever since I came up with the idea for the Cowgirl Canteen,

the men in my life (husband, brothers, friends) have been bugging me to come up with a flask fit for a manly- man...alas, I have answered! 

So go ahead boys, 

Put a Little Hair on your Chest...or your flask!

These would also be perfect flasks for groomsmen gifts!

It's like killing two birds with one stone...gift/wedding photo prop.

And for the t-shirt...

Well, while it might be a bit on the crude side...

(in the words of Larry the Cable Guy)

I don't care who you are-that's funny!

*Mustache flasks will hit the online shop soon!

www.thefarriersdaughter.com

Old Truck Lovin'

I want a truck. Not just any truck, an old school, chippy paint, roll the windows down by hand truck. This isn’t some whim that will be gone when I wake up in the morning. It’s a dream, a wish, a desire that runs deep in my soul. When driving down the road, a certain song will play, and I find myself daydreaming of how awesome it would be to be in the same spot, listening to the same song in an old truck. I see myself alongside my two girls, windows down, country music playing, hair blowing and lots of singing at the top of our lungs. I see cowboy boots dangling of out the passenger window, and mason jars with ice- cold, sweet tea in the cup holders. I see my sister and I out junking, loading the bed with treasures. I see my husband and I parked on an old dirt road, truck bed packed with blankets and pillows, and a vintage cooler with our favorite longnecks inside. I see us snuggled up watching the sunset.

Not only does this truck already have a future, it reminds me of the past. It has that old-truck smell. You know the one. The one that for me, evokes loads of memories. It takes me back to when my parents would load my brothers and I up and head out for a long, summer camping trip. It reminds me of the road trip that I got sick and threw up all over “Old Blue” (yep, we named our truck), and the many mornings I would ride to school with my older brothers and Willie, Waylon, or Merle playing via cassette tape.

I recently passed by an old truck on the side of the road when road tripping with my sister. Had I been with my husband, it’s almost guaranteed that we would have kept driving, but I had my sister! She knows about my mad obsession, and probably knew before I even said a word that we would be making a brief stop. To look at trucks online is one thing, but to actually be standing in front of your dream is another. We did what any two normal gals would do, and took pictures with it. I mean, hey, a girl can dream right?!?! What’s even better is that it was unlocked…in we went…pictures inside too! Now I can literally taste smell it!

I don’t think that kind old man ever sold the truck. I see he has moved it from the road, to behind his business. Every time I pass it with my hubby, I spy it back there, and tease him that the old-timer is saving it for me!

 As a new year begins, and goals are made…one of mine just might have to be investing in a memory-maker, an old truck.