If you’re actually reading this my heart won out over common sense…. or maybe following your heart is common sense. Regardless, here I am. My name is Jane and I am the wife to the hardest working man I know and mommy to our little Havanese, Miss Madison. Born in Cincinnati, Ohio and raised on Vancouver Island, Canada my childhood spanned a continent and two countries. Recently, I moved from Vancouver Island to a small town in the heart of North Carolina. With everything I owned packed into two suitcases and tears of joy and sadness streaming down my face, I hugged my folks good-bye and embarked on my journey. It felt so liberating to sell everything and take a leap of faith following nothing more than my heart and a hunch. The moved changed my life and filled my heart with all that is good. I have been “blessed,” as they say in the south, to have been given the opportunity to care for my little family from our country home. As wonderful as that is and with everything we have going on in our lives I still needed a sense of purpose outside of our home. A place to feel creative and to connect with so many liked minded souls.
With our love of flea market finds for our home and the fact that our home is not large enough for all the things my husband and I find in 2012 I opened my first antique booth and shortly after my second.
My hope is that you’ll get comfy, pour yourself a cup of tea and stay awhile. Share your story, ideas, hopes and dreams and together we’ll inspire each other to create a house that feels like so much more.
How come Grit, you ask?
Inspired by a yoga class with my favorite teacher who set an intention before each class. In this class we discussed “Grit” and why some people have such strong perseverance. Her words resonated with me. Shortly thereafter, I was hiking in the back country in Yosemite National park with my husband. Towards the end of a long day of hiking we had to ascend 5000 vertical feet to reach our campsite. The lung-bursting trek up the mountain taxed me to the core and all I kept thinking about was “Grit.” I needed it!! This word became special to me and only seemed fitting when I was deciding on a name for my new undertaking.
COMMA, COMMA CHAMELEON! Haha, my grammar is arguably as bad as my hair was when this Culture Club song was a hit. I apologize in advance to all punctuation I fail to give it’s proper due throughout my blog.