My story goes like this...
I was born and raised in Utah and I expect this is where I will die. My parents taught my five brothers, my sister, and me to put our faith in the Lord. I spent my childhood daydreaming about raising a family of my own on a property with a white picket fence, a couple of horses in the barn, and a lovely home with a gracious front porch. That's not exactly how things worked out. I never did get a barn or a pony but home is my happy place and we do have a nice front porch.
My husband and I have been married for nearly 30 years, he is my best friend, greatest cheerleader, and the source of much hilarity; he is my hero. Our four children are all adults now and very independent, I am constantly blown away that these amazing people call me mom. We're not quite empty nesters yet (2 children married, 2 single and still living at home) but most days it feels like they've all flown the nest as all of our children are busy chasing life.
I am an optimist with a poor memory - this combination makes for contentment and a joyful cheery outlook as it means that I will try just about any project that sparks my interest because I optimistically believe it's going to be FABULOUS. If I imagine doing something it's just about as good as done - or at least the supplies to get it done will be purchased tomorrow... the actual finished project may be a while in coming haha. Lucky for me my husband loves me anyway. This blog is all about the tangents I follow in pursuit of self expression through homemaking.
Finally, If you're wondering about the strange blog name... I like some whimsy in my decoration and a little comfort food can take the rough edges off a hard day (aka toast). So there you have it: WhimsyToast - sorta sums it up in a single sound bite.
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