Coffee Station: From Trash to Treasure


Y’all have heard about my friend Minnie who calls me when she does a little curbside pickup, and we’re not talking about Chili’s.  A few years ago, she picked up the sweet little cabinet you see above and she texted me, and I was over the moon that it was F-R-E-E.  Well, this sweet mama has been in therapy in my garage restoring her self-esteem by talking to the other misfit furniture out there.  She had suffered the wrath of teenage angst.

Have you ever noticed how makeover or weight loss comparison photos have an ugly before, not just because of the need for a makeover but for the appearance of dramatic effect the lighting is horrible, the worst angle is chosen, and the person isn’t wearing a smile.  I’d say the same about our little friend here.    As if the stickers and wear and tear weren’t harsh enough, I took this photo at night under fluorescent lighting with an iPhone (2 generations outdated) for drama.  I even watermarked it.  I do love dark furniture, but this was a sad piece of furniture who’d been kicked to the curb.

First, I created my own chalk paint from a sample of OOPS paint from Home Depot.  It lightened the color to a blue I wasn’t expecting.  Next, I perused through samples for the best color.  When I found this light gray, I was in love with how the blue complimented it!

As you can see, I replaced the glass with chicken wire.  I absolutely love the distressed edge on the shelf.  The colorful bowls and poisson coffee mug are from Anthropologie.  The blue coffee cups were part of our Noritake Colorwave place settings we received as wedding gifts.  I love how the colors all pop off one another.

Do you know what I love about the idea of a coffee station? When you have guests, you can direct them to self serve the coffee, and they don’t have to feel lost in the kitchen looking for cups, and it doesn’t even have to stay in the kitchen! It could go in a bedroom, dining room, living room, or game room.  Having said all that, it’s gonna be hard to part with this sweet coffee station.

If I do intend on selling furniture instead of hoarding it, then the pleasure must go to someone else.

I honestly get excited at the possibility that someone will share how perfectly it fits in an empty nook in their home.  What’s really funny is that the best selling Howdy Honey sign is this Beastie Boys coffee sign, and I don’t even drink coffee! Also, have a look at the best Keurig coffee maker reviewed by CoffeDX.


Mr. Howdy Honey, though, loves coffee.  I love the smell of coffee.  It’s heavenly.

Maybe I might venture into building a cabinet like this from scratch for our house.  Here’s to dreaming & coffee!


Keep up, Honey! 

Learning to Walk: A Printable for Your Journey

Yesterday, I couldn’t wait to share a project.  It had been many weeks since I had posted.  To be honest, it had been many weeks since I was able to work.  I spent Christmas in bed with the flu, and one Foster after the other got knocked down.  After the most severe symptoms went away, we all had fatigue that lingered.  Just before Christmas, I received a phone call from Australia threatening legal action for a work I created.  It was just crazy.  There were a few other personal things that had my plate too full already.  Had I not been built up in scripture and prepared for the unraveling, I might have gone into a deep depression.

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“Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you encounter trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance.  Let perseverance finish it’s work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. ” -James 1:2-4

Fast forward to yesterday.  Mornings are chaotic.  School starts at 7:45, and my kids are bears and totally disorderly.  The morning panic attack usually lasts past dropping them off.  My kids were climbing out of the car and running to the door after the bell rang, and when it was time for me to pull away, a mom and her son entered the crosswalk.

I noticed how she was fully dressed for anything (as opposed to me wearing what I slept in), her makeup was on, and she even flashed a beautiful smile at me.  A smile came over me.  What a breath of fresh air it was to see her enjoying the morning.

Up until this point, I had paid no attention to her son.  When I finally looked at him, I recognized him immediately.  He was Carter’s friend.  I watched in awe as he did something I hadn’t seen him do in the two years Carter’s known him- he was walking without a walker! It was miraculous! Tears poured out and I couldn’t contain my excitement for him.  He was happily making his way despite his staggering, laborious walk.  A walking miracle!

Every morning on the 15 minute drive to school, my kids and I go over a scripture.  We talk about what it means and the immediate life application.  This morning we talked about James verse and how we can choose Joy over our circumstances.  I excitedly recanted what happened yesterday morning, and I love Carter’s simple childlike response, “Yeah.  He’s learning to walk!”

This morning, as I was checking my Facebook feed, I saw another amazing sight from my middle school Sunday school teacher.  He was in a motorcycle accident just before Christmas that put him in critical condition.  I don’t know about you Honey, but sometimes the length of a journey set out before me has me emotionally paralyzed.  I want to learn to abandon that fear.  I want to be grateful for the journey because I want to be mature and complete, not lacking anything.  I’ll leave you with Raleigh’s words because they are inspiring.

Only 2 more months until I can put weight on my pelvis. “