Saturday, October 1, 2016

My House, Your House, Arhaus!

Fall is in the air!
Oh, who in the heck am I kidding?
Honey, here in Texas we don't see hide nor hair of fall until 2 weeks before Christmas, and even then you better not be napping or you'll miss it.
You'll hear no complaints from this girl, though.
Even though I love, love, love summer and drag it out til the bitter end, I still love fall colors.
While I do decorate for fall, I don't go 'all out'.
Since The Hillbilly Hacienda already has warm, cozy colors it's easy just to add a few touches.

The only place in the house I guess you could say I do go 'all out' is the fireplace.

 Don't you just love that farmhouse/vintage truck painting?
I bought that because I could see myself living in that scene.

See that little haybale? I just bought it at Hobby Lobby, but that freshly mowed hay smell permeates throughout the downstairs and takes me back to my childhood in Southwest Missouri.

Mmmmm... a deeeep breath and all the memories of my childhood come back to me - especially of my grandmothers house because she always had a freshly baked apple pie on the counter.

My pantry very much reminds me of a cabinet she had in her kitchen. I wish more than anything in the world I'd kept that cabinet. When designing my pantry I kept her pie cabinet in mind.

Now that I'm a grandmother there are sweet memories being made in my own kitchen. My grandchildren LOVE the little creatures on the kitchen island.
I usually keep candy corn in a mason jar next to the sparkly pumpkin on the far left, but I finally had to put a stop to that! (I was eating them all!)

 Something I never have to be reminded to do.....

I like to change my dishes out for each season.
I love these that I picked up from Bass Pro, and the cute little fox mugs are from none other than
Cracker Barrel!
Also, keep your eye out at places such as TJ Maxx.
And of course you know how I feel about thrift stores.
Love, love, love.
Something as simple as a pillow adds an extra touch!
 Y'all know I don't go to 'main-stream' stores too awful much, but last week I went 'sofa-shopping' for a client.
(Actually, I don't use fancy words like 'sofa'. So, in hillbilly english - I went 'couch-shopping')
Her style is very boho-chic Texas-style. Through the years I have fallen in love with the furniture store, Arhaus.
Uh....let me change that. I have fallen in love with lifestyle store, Arhaus.
I mean, this place is perfect for those of us who love unique items in our home. It's a great mix of farmhouse chic, bohemian eclectic, and rustic charm. I could get LOST in this store, folks.

I imagine that leather couch above with cow-hide pillows.
As creative as I like to think I am, I never dreamed of using a sectional like this one below:
But, this is what absolutely took my breath away!!
These are wall panels!!
Oh! My! Lanta!!!
Can't you just imagine this?

I'm tellin' was seriously hard to focus on business and not my own selfish wants (there'll be time for that later!)
Below is the sofa couch -and table!- that suited what we needed.
If you live in Dallas/Fort Worth area you can visit Arhaus in Northpark Mall in Dallas.
Or you can also visit from your own front porch:
And thank you so much for visiting MY house.
Now, about YOUR house - I would love to see some photos uploaded in my comments section of how you've decorated this fall.
Or if we're facebook friends, please share on my timeline.
Be sure and hashtag #hillbillydebutante and #arhaus.
Til Next Time,

Monday, September 12, 2016

My Tool Box is Cuter than Yours....

But I bet your house is cleaner than mine.
I should be doing a major cleaning, but...
I'm reading this book instead.
Just wonderin' there something you should be doing,
but you're doing something you want to be doing?
Tell me about it!
(No, I did not paint the tool box (although it looks easy-peasy) I bought it at Lyndi's Unique Boutique in downtown Royse City, Texas.)

Sunday, September 11, 2016

I'm gonna pop some tags......

Just in case you didn't know, that's the name of a song.
A rap song, no less - about thrift store shopping.
 How cool is that?!?
Give it a listen!
And that's exactly what I did today.
It was 25% off day at Life Message Thrift store in my hometown of Rowlett, Texas, so I high-tailed it home after church, ONLY to drop off Mr. T.
After all, it's the first NFL Sunday of the season, which works in my favor.
Folks, I promise you a  Playboy centerfold could walk through our front door during NFL season and he'd never notice - unless she stood between him and the game of the week - and even then he'd scream at her because she'd be blocking the view.
So, what better time to bring home my junk  treasures without him being nosey.
He doesn't care much for my junking or dumpster diving, but that's a whole 'nother story.
Anyway....let's get to the nitty gritty.
Isn't that Wild West picture fun?
I've got a place for that up in my vintage Americana room.
I mean, what's more American than old Western movie?
(We watch one of these at least once a week.)
And I bought 2 of these old 100 pound feed sacks.
I'm not sure what I'll do with these, but I had to have them.
I'm sure Pinterest can give me a few ideas.
(My name is Kathie Truitt, (hello, Kathie) and I am a Pinterest addict).
I also splurged on a few clothing items, like this 'Orange Chopper' t-shirt for $1.
I loved this show, by the way.

And yes, these are overalls!
Dickey's, to be exact.
According to my grand-dad these are the best kind.
I'll cut them off above the ankle 
(the better to show off fringe ankle boots, my dear)
and add my signature of ruffles and lace, like I
did with these
(and maybe a patch or two):
Oversized-men's shorts (6$ at Goodwill), lace on pockets, and ruffles on the bottom from one of my old nightgowns.
Okay, so this is definitely not something you're going to see on the runway during Fashion Week, but I love them!
And for some reason that I can't explain, I am so attracted to this skirt.
It's not me, and I have no clue what I'll do with it, but for $5 I thought, 'aw heck, why not?'
Maybe a Downton Abbey-inspired outfit?
I dunno.
But stay tuned.
You know I'll come up with somethin' weird.
Til next time...

Friday, August 19, 2016

Somebody help me.....

.....I wanna know where this is!

I stole  borrowed this from the Junk Gypsy blog because I MUST drive this road.
My life abso-stinkin-lutely will NOT be complete until I have driven this road.
Anybody know?
I'm pretty sure it's in Texas, so all my Texas friends and family - I expect you to help me find out.

Oh yes, the adventures I'm going to have drivin' Charlotte.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Meet Charlotte

This day started like any other.
 Except that it was raining.
It hardly ever rains here in Texas.
So other than the rain, it started like any other ordinary day.
When my feet hit the floor this mornin', I had absolutely no clue that a life-long dream was finally - finally - going to come true!
Two days earlier I took an 'off the beaten path' to run some errands and I spotted THIS beauty.
1972 Chevrolet pickup

I could not get her out of my head.
I decided this mornin' to go back and take another look.

I took a peek inside. Beautiful!
Strictly out of curiosity, I called the number on the 'for sale' sign and lo and behold the price was right!


Mr. T met me at the owners home and I fully expected to see a man our age.
Instead, the owner was a sweet 18 year old boy. He was incredibly polite and pleasant. While Mr. T went over what I hoped would be my new truck with a fine-tooth comb, this young man - Connor - gave me all the details I needed and answered all of my questions.
Then he handed us the keys and we took her for a spin.
If I wasn't already head over heels in love with her before, I sure enough was after that ride.
Next thing you know I became the proud new owner.
I was emotional and near tears because my dream of having my very own vintage truck had come to fruition. Oh - if I had a nickel for every time I pictured myself driving this very truck I'd be a rich woman. Y'all know that, though!! If you've followed me any length of time, then you KNOW how bad I've wanted a vintage truck.
Connor, on the other hand, was emotional because this was his very first vehicle. Not only that, but he and his dad had spent countless hours together fixing her up - quality father and son time.
 And tomorrow, he begins a new chapter in his life as a freshman at the University of Texas.
While I was signing the title and giving him the money, I reminisced about my old Suburban 'Dixie' and all the Dixie Road Trips I'd taken and the same adventures I have for his truck.

 How many of y'all remember the year Southern Living sent me a gift because I'd mapped out places they named as best of the south and I drove Dixie to all of them?
At that story, Connor's eyes lit up and he said, "You know, I did have a name for her - if you want to keep it. It's up to you. I called her Charlotte.'
So, in honor of the sweet boy who loved her and took such good care of her, we are going to carry on the tradition.
Charlotte she shall remain.
Below is the video of when he handed me her keys:
Now, Charlotte sits in my driveway.

I parked it to where I can look out at stare at her when I do the dishes.
I also love the name 'Charlotte' because when I was a little girl (and yes I'm going to show my age here), I made my mama sing the song 'Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte' to me before bedtime.
(When I got older I actually watched the movie that song was a theme to. Yee-Gads!! Cuh-reepy!)
Anyway, Charlotte is not quite road-trip ready, so I'll be staying pretty close to Rowlett (Texas) with her for now.
And of course you know I will share all the updates with you. last thing. See that profile picture up there?
The one of me in front of US Capital?
Well, I've been gone for 2 years now and I've tried to rack my brain to come up with another idea for a picture.
By golly, I think I've got an idea now - and it involves Charlotte!
Til Next Time....

Wednesday, June 8, 2016

'Making Do With What I Got'

....and my sincerest apologies to my favorite Grammar Nazi for that title.
(Ahem, Deidre Foley Sexton. I swear I am going to have her edit my next book).
Anyway. Downstairs construction is complete (for another post) and while we are taking a hiatus from more construction (have another 2 bathrooms to pull apart), I thought this would be a perfect time to finally decorate my bedroom.
First order of business? Buy a new bed. Not just any bed, mind you, but a white, chippy paint, rustic bed. And it must be King Size.
As you know, I never buy anything new. I love a good flea market, thrift shop or antique store.
But not for my bed.
So, off I go last week - Tuesday to be exact - and I hit every furniture store between Dallas and Fort Worth and every little nook and cranny in between.
Wouldn't you know? I finally found the one I wanted at Rooms to Go. I loved this bed. Exactly what I was looking for. I'm tellin' you - this was the bed of my dreams. Creamy white, brand new, but still looked old. I fell in love on the spot.
Along comes a very handsome fella,
 "Hey there! I'm Reggie. Just so you know, our Memorial Day sale is still goin' on".
When he told me the price I almost jumped up and down with glee.
But.....when it came time to get my money out, I froze.
 Folks, we got down to signing on the dotted line.
We were even scheduling the delivery date.
"Oh Reggie. I am sooo sorry. But I just can not do this."
I felt AWFUL, because as a realtor I know what it's like to work on a commission-only basis. I knew what this sale meant to him, but I just could not part with that money.
Without an explanation - but an humble apology - I ran out of that store like a runaway bride realizing she was making the worst mistake of her life. (Okay, maybe a tad bit dramatic)
 Who needs a king size bed anyway??? We are empty nesters. We don't have little ones crawling in bed with us anymore! And we darn sure shouldn't be sleeping soooo far apart from each other. Heck, no! We are back in the honeymoon stage and should be snuggling tight (sorry, too much info there). Nope - that Queen size bed still has a lot of life in her. I know I can make do with what I have and be just fine!
So, all the way home my creative juices were flowing and by the time
I hit the President George Bush Turnpike I already have the vision of my new bedroom in my head.


My first stop was Wal-Mart (I hate that place) and bought a basic white comforter set. Then I dug around for some pictures and other odds and ends around the house. It's amazing what you'll find tucked away in the dark corner of your closet.
My niece Mel made the "All of Me Loves All of You" picture.
(Mine and Mr. T's song).
I really don't think this room turned out too bad at all.

Here is the finished product.
Well, wait...I need a black/white toile duvet or throw for the bottom half of the bed, don't I?
Who am I kidding? I am NEVER finished with a room.
See that basket under the white lamp? That holds 30 years worth of my Grandma Drexie's diaries.
And the chest at the end of the bed? Her college grade card, her Victorian baby shoes, my great, great grandparents marriage certificate and so many other family treasures.
And the money I saved on the bed? Well, I hope to get started on those upstairs bathroom renovations before fall.
As they say, 'no rest for the wicked'. Or is that 'weary'?
'No rest for the weary'?
Well, either one works for/describes me.
Oh - and by the way, I really wanna give a shout-out to Reggie Williams at Rooms to Go in
The Colony, Texas. Nicest guy ever - please see him if you need new furniture. But don't tell him Kathie sent you - he's probably still not very happy with me.
Til next time,