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Eight Mother’s Day Gift Ideas

When I was a little girl, we always, without fail, bought my Mom potted flowers for Mother’s Day. She liked red geraniums. Once I was a teenager, as an act of service, I took over the front flower beds of my parents’ home, managed them, and did all the weeding and planting. Eventually as an act of service for my father, I also added lawn maintenance to my list of summer chores.

Sometimes buying gifts for Mom, like a Mom, Mom to be, friends, etc, is difficult. Sometimes Mom just wants attention and everyone home. Some Moms like cards, especially handmade ones. Some love lunch out or a hike in the woods as a family.

Below are eight gift ideas for Mom!

1.) In the LoveLeavingLegacy blog shop, there are many styles of scarves and wraps.

Flexi clip adornment

All look lovely with a Lilla Rose flexi clip adornment, and there are so many flexi clips to choose from! The just out today Floressa is an example! 

It just so happens that today through 11:59 pm PST May 3rd, Lilla Rose is having a 10% off sale of May’s new releases with free shipping for $60+ orders, and a monthly customer special of a free pair of upins for retail orders over $75. The new Flexi of the Month, Floressa, and the coordinating bobby pins are stunning, and they are the flowers that require no upkeep by mom! 

2.) Lilla Rose products do give the gift of beautiful hair with minimum fuss! You’d be a hair hero if you gifted her some!

Some clips in this video are no longer available but the photos are representative of hair beautified with Lilla Rose. 

3.) Lilla Rose clips also work on hats, bags, and beach wraps. You could add a book by a favorite author for her relaxing trip to the beach! Or a gift card to the book store so she can shop for that book herself would be a nice afternoon out too.

Newly released Shelly, also 10% off today through May 3rd.

Sea Turtle, 10% off through May 3rd.

Purchase a straw hat, a thin summery scarf, and a leather 8 with a stick to coordinate the look!

4.) If your Mom is work outside the home mom who requires a name badge, is a quilter who likes her scissors close at hand, or doesn’t like to carry a purse, but needs something to clip her wristlet or keys too, perhaps she would love a pretty lanyard!

For Moms who deserve to be treated like a princess, who are wise, who offer direction, or who just love flowers.

5.) If the lady you are buying for likes manicures, pedicures, to color her hair, or massages, buy gift cards to her favorite salons or pampering products for her do it at home options. You could also support a local business who makes goat’s milk soaps and lotion pampering products.

6.) A gift card to her favorite clothing store is a lovely gesture for a Mom’s afternoon out alone.

7.) If she likes flowers, or chocolate, or handmade cards or acts of service, show her you love her and meet those desires and needs.

8.) Call the special lady you call Mom, or like a Mom on the telephone or write her a snail mail letter. Tell her you love her, appreciate her, and thank her for making you the person you are today.


Celebrate your Mom.

Life changes quickly, and we are never promised tomorrow.


Perhaps you are a lady who has entered a new season, for whatever reason. Perhaps you desire a change the way you are using your time, need help with finances, or want to mentor young ladies in small business. Maybe you are a blogger. Maybe you would like to consider a Lilla Rose business of your own, and gift yourself a business start up to promote online and in person.

I can help. I can point you in the direction of lovely group on women who support each other, train each other, and celebrate accomplishments.

I’d love to help you get set to bloom in this new season!


I know that Mother’s Day is often a subject and a day filled with pain for many. Not every one has a mom to celebrate.  Not all mothers value their children the way they deserve to be valued. Many have lost children, or have not been able to have a child. I’m not going to pretend that I understand the pain of rejection, abuse, or the extent of losses such as those. But, if you are broken, hurt, have lost your Mom, feel like you have missed an opportunity with your own children, I pray that you find a peace that passes understanding. I pray for a peace that leads to healing, grace, and forgiveness. Do your part to live a life without regret and to be in unity with others, even though this seems impossible.  Surround yourself with those who hold you up in sorrow and pain, and who will love you through it.

You are worthy.

You are deserving of support and love.

You are a son/daughter of a most High King.

The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them;he delivers them from all their troubles.The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. Psalm 34:17-18

Blessings,

Deb 

PS. I need to go find red geraniums to ship to my Mom.

Mother’s Day is May 14, 2017. Don’t forget!

Beginning Our Adventures In Chicken Farming

Spring! The Lilla Rose/LoveLeavingLegacy crew welcomes you! We’re ready to move some mountains as we simplify and beautify morning hair routines during this season!


When I was a little girl, I wanted ten children, cows, and to live on a farm. I do live in the country, and our neighbors have donkeys, goats, chickens and roosters, peacocks, and free ranging guinea hens and wild turkeys often grace our three acres. We have been living farm life vicariously through them. We love the sights and sounds the animals provide.

We have a garden in the spring and summer time. In August, we will dice, stew, and freeze lots of tomatoes for use throughout the year. We have a strawberry patch, and once we had blueberries but we seem to have failed at the blueberries. Instead, we buy 70 pounds of blueberries from a local farm and freeze them. We also have a pretty productive rhubarb patch. Our yard has some wild blackberries or black raspberries, I’m not sure which, but they are fun to eat in the summer time. At some point, someone planted grapes. We’ve not actually done anything with them, but we are aware that there are some vines in various locations. I guess none of this makes us farmers, though.

National Farm Animal Day

We have recently made the decision to venture into chicken homesteading. We thought we were going to re-purpose a swing set into a chicken coop and run, but decided maybe we aren’t ready for even that level of design and building. Instead, we’ve just ordered an 8×8 wood shed that is pre-cut, comes with directions, and is ready to assemble. We’ll get adventurous by adding an inside wall with nesting boxes, a vinyl cleanable floor, a chicken door, and build a rectangular-ish run off the left side. We intend to bury chicken wire to prevent predators. The nesting boxes will be contained inside the shed which also will have storage for their supplies. We might also do a little bit of chicken tractoring, relocating some chickens from time to time to reduce some bug populations, and to help with fertilizing our garden before we plant.

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Heartland Belmont Gable Engineered Wood Storage Shed (Common: 8-ft x 8-ft; Interior Dimensions: 8-ft x 7.72-ft) Photo credit from Lowe’s website, lowes.com, and is not an affiliate link.

I think we’re going to put a gable vent where the window cut out is, or at least cut out a vent on the other side of the shed, and another window or two for ventilation. Eventually we hope to use solar to open and close the chicken door, as well as to keep water from icing in the winter time.

While homeschooling, owning a direct sales business, mom-preneuring with my children, grinding wheat and baking bread was never on my bucket list of ventures to take on, neither was having chickens, until last spring when I held my friend KB’s chickens. They were sweet and more like pets than hen pecking squawking fearsome buggy eyed creepy beings I thought they seemed!  I have been perfectly content buying and using my chicken-ey friends’ eggs for eating and cooking before that.

Kerrie's chickens featuring Helga

The two darker brown chickens, Helga and Peridot, are probably staying with us forever. We’re going to be chicken sitting all the chickens in June at our house while KB and her family move. The two white chickens, Big Sunshine and Little Sunshine will also stay.

Kerrie's eggs

Fresh eggs!

Artistic A has recently been chicken sitting for neighbors and friends. The chickens he sits for come when they are called. Needless to say, he loves chickens. He can’t wait for coop and run building. Miss-y- E and A-Grape can’t wait to gather eggs and try their hand at raising chicks.

Honestly, there is something about being self reliant that is the common thread to most of our choices. We’re a bit tired of relying on grocery stores, jobs, the educational system–any systems, really, for our well being. The older we get, the more do it ourself-ers and independent we seem to get.

In the meantime, I totally have Spring fever and I’m hanging out on Pinterest and Amazon figuring out how to proceed with chicken farming (aff link)  from here.  Stay tuned as we add developments to this new venture. The shed should arrive on Monday.

Blessings, 

Deb

We Are Not Promised A Tomorrow: Cherish

Sunday morning, 1/29/17, my husband received a phone call from our son stating rather matter of factly that he and his brother had been in an accident while driving to band practice before church started. They had slid off the road and hit a tree. They wanted to know if he could come while they waited for the tow truck to arrive. Our son was sure his car was totaled, but he and his brother were not hurt, he said. We were concerned, but not alarmed, and quickly made the plan that he would go help the boys navigate the business end of the situation, and the girls and I would head on to church as planned.

I put out on Facebook the seemingly over-protective call for prayer. This was probably just a minor issue, after all.

Ten minutes later, my husband messaged me: “I think I’m going to take the boys to urgent care, just to be safe. It was a side impact, and the air bags did not deploy.” I replied “Good idea. Better to be safe. I worry about concussions and neck injuries.” <the nurse in me escapes>

With worries beginning to niggle at my gut, the girls and I prepared for church.

My husband sent photos to me of the accident scene. They would not open for some reason. <God> They came later, as my husband was not in a cell service friendly area.

A-Grape, our profoundly wise eight year old, with elephant tears in her eyes shyly came up behind me. “Mama,” she said, “is worrying a sin?” *gulp*

As we drove down the same country road our sons had driven to get to church, as my husband had driven to get to the boys, noting that the road did not even seem that treacherous, I said to our girls “I know that worrying is considered a sin, because it *can* reflect a lack of faith. Are you worried about your brothers?” A-Grape said she was. I said “You know. So am I. I’m concerned about their health, and whether or not they are injured, because I love them. I know that you love them too, or you wouldn’t be so concerned. But A-Grape, loving concern for your brothers and worry are not the same things.

Let’s talk about the things we know about God and faith. We know that God loves the sparrow. We know that He knows the very number of hairs of your brothers’ heads, because He created them. We know that God loves your brothers even infinitely more than we do. We know that He wants what is best for them, and that even in an accident He holds them in the palm of His hands. He will only allow to happen to them that which is for their good, because He wants the very best for His children. When we rest in that faith, we have peace.

We have much to be thankful for this morning, and we ought to be giving the Lord our praise. He deserves our praise and our gratitude, because your brothers are not hurt, and they could have been seriously injured.

If we are sinning by worrying, we will ask God for forgiveness, and we will work on continuing to build our faith in order to honor Him. Let’s not wonder right now if we’re sinning by worrying. Let’s instead praise and worship the Lord for His goodness, and rest in His peace.”

We cranked up praise music. I was sure the tow truck would have taken the car by the time we reached it, and I was blissfully naively confident that we’d passed it, and weren’t even aware of where the accident had occurred. We went up the final hill toward the stop sign. The hill is difficult to climb when icy. If you don’t have some speed, you might not make it up the hill. We crested the top of the hill, I took my foot off the gas of our SUV, and there it was.

The scene. The car. My boys.

I slid on the sheet of black ice as I slowed, not sure I’d stop before I hit our van. I did stop.

I pretended that I was unfazed by the sight: the car hugging the tree on the passenger side, the popped tires. the sizeable dent on the driver’s side that had me perplexed. I hugged my boys tight, questioning them as to how they felt. They assured me they were fine, although both were pale and seemingly on auto pilot. The tow truck was just arriving, and A-Grape had gotten a chance to see that her brothers were okay.

We hopped back into the SUV, and drove on our way to church. I cranked up the praise music for the girls, and said to A-Grape “See? All is well.”

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.  Indeed, the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows. Luke 12: 7-8

I sobbed the rest of the way to church. I knew that our faith talk prepared me for what I had to model for our girls-faithful peace in the midst of concern. Once I saw the scene, that talk was for me. Once I saw the scene, I also knew it was not a matter of fact minor incident.

Our boys’ lives had been spared.

The tow truck driver, the police, and the urgent care doctor all told the boys and my husband how blessed we are. They’ve all seen the other possible outcomes.

I have my sons to hug again this morning, and they are mostly unharmed.

I was never promised I would have those for the rest of Sunday, or this morning, or tomorrow.

God, in His grace, allowed my boys to walk away from an accident that could have, even should have had a different outcome.


I am so so so so grateful for my sons and their life.

Last night, we shared the gift of laughter.

We shared some tears.

We shared a lot of hugs.

We cherished each others’ presence.

Today is a Grand New Day, cherishing each other again.


Social media and the news outlets are ugly, ugly places right now. We are all watching vitriolic hateful comments all over the place. Relationships are being damaged, and certainly not cherished or valued. Loved ones are going to so far as to disown one another.

Life can be short.

We are not promised a tomorrow.

We are not promised a today.

If some are not careful, they are going to live a life of regret because of those hateful thoughts and words being posted.

I urge you to live a life worthy of the calling you have received.  Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.  Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace. Ephesians 4: 1-3

CHERISH your relationships.


Friends and readers, in honor of my wonderful, godly sons and their cherished lives, I’m beginning a first ever for this blog Lilla Rose flexi clip giveaway.

I will give away an extra small Cherish flexi clip to one winner, shipping included.

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 Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 12 No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. 1 John 4: 11-12

Blessings, friends.

Deb