Christmas Dreams Come True

A Christmas Wish Come True

I had this whole plan to post updates of the barn as it was in progress but .... I didn't. 😐. Well, actually I did but .... it wasn't on here. Facebook was my go to social outlet of choice. So for anyone that hasn't seen my dream in living color .... here it is. 

 

I absolutely LOVE it!!!  There are still a few things to do and there have been changes since this picture. There are lights outside. Hoping to get the large sliding barn doors on her after Christmas. And if you think the outside is beautiful wait until you see the inside. I have had two sales since I opened the doors. The next sale will be on December 9th. I'm currently decorating her all up for Christmas!  🎄

The next sale after this one will be in March. What will I be doing between December and March?  Getting ready to start hosting weddings and receptions. 

Many exciting things to post about. Hopefully I will be more diligent about posting. 

 

The Future Belongs to Those Who Believe in the Beauty of their Dreams - Eleanor Roosevelt

So much has happened in almost a year. The last post I made was in September of 2015. I'm not much of a "sharer" but there are so many exciting things happening with this hobby of mine that I actually feel like someone might be interested in reading abut it. 

So I'm not going by the name Three Roses Red anymore ... Long story but maybe for another post. My business name is Carolina Moon Vintage. I have thoroughly enjoyed having once a month sales since October of 2015. I was fortunate enough to set up shop in an old general store in Kipling,NC. I had 7sales in that building and each gets bigger than the one before. But my time there has come to a close and it's time to move forward. I am so excited about renovating  and expanding an old pack house on our property and turning it into my showroom/shop. Grand opening should be August 6th.  I want to post updates on the progress of the renovation. Thought I'd start with my "artist rendering" of some of my ideas. 

This is the outside plan complete with little bushes and patio lights. 

This is my idea for the checkout area!

So many ideas running through my mind. Can't wait to see if it all comes to be. If it's meant to be it will happen. Meanwhile... 

 School is almost out and I'm ready to do some serious junkin'. 

- Regina

The Story Behind the Name: Three Roses Red

People have asked me, "Why Three Roses Red?  Is that grammatically correct?  Why not Three Red Roses?"  Well, as with much of my life, the name is tied to a memory ... well actually a lullaby.

Let me preface by saying my mom is amazing.  I owe so much of who I am to her.  When people say they don't want to grow up to be like their mother, I just don't "get it".  I want to be just like her.  One of my favorite childhood memories with her was when she would tuck me in each night before I went to sleep.  She wrote me my own special lullaby that she would sing to me most nights.  I remember my clean sheets pulled up around my shoulders, her hands rubbing my hair away from my face, and her sweet voice singing words she made up completely out of love.

Today, I sing this song to my own son.  I have sung it to him since he was a baby and even though he is eleven and in middle school, he still asks me many nights to sing, The Flower Song.  I changed the story to include a little boy rather than a little girl.  I hope one day he knows the love for his children is far stronger than the worry of an out of pitch voice and that he too will sing The Flower Song to them.

The Flower Song

Once there was a little flower

that grew all alone.

It had no friends around it;

no one to call its own.

But then one day,

a little boy came running through the field.

He saw that pretty flower

and his heart beat with glee.

He knelt beside the flower,

and touched it tenderly.

He thought how pretty it would be

his mother it to give.

He picked that pretty flower,

and ran home so swiftly.

He gave it to his Mommy;

who smiled happily.

They went out to the garden,

and picked three roses red.

They put them with that wildflower;

who held up its pretty head.

But in that lovely meadow,

still no friends it would have

But now it has three pretty friends;

Three Pretty Roses Red.