Finding My Stud

I planned the space almost a year ago. Y'all know me, scribbling on my easy go-to legal pad. My heart longed for wide-open shelving in our dining room and we had the most jacked up perfect space to make it happen. I debated over old wood vs. new wood, layout, stain vs. paint vs. wash...and the corbels. Lord, the corbels. I searched pages and pages and several more pages of corbels online. Nothing said "yes" and everything said "no." So, I waited. Have you been there before? Waiting, not because it felt right, but waiting because something felt wrong? Me too, Friend. Then, just last week while messing around with some old farmhouse sinks we brought in, there it was...the plumbing.


What if? What if plumbing parts could hold my ridiculously heavy shelves while donning incredible industrial glam? The waiting was over. I was confident. This is it. We researched, we placed an order, we cut the boards, we stained the boards, we bought screws longer than my leg, we moved our furniture, we I danced and twirled around the dining room in elation and then we called over my college bestie and her super handy husband because I was all, "This is goin' down tonight, folks." Operation "can't think of a creative name right now" is underway. What do you mean the studs are hiding? Por Que'? Well, it was really a matter of them being randomly spaced apart, offering no symmetry for placing the piping. In layman's terms, the big bad shelves might not hold little grandma's china.

shelving grandma

Yep, I know, grandma. I know. Just look away. Then there was a knock at the door and in came walking FEAR. I wanted so badly to be comforted by words of "It'll probably be just fine" or "We can try it" or even "Hey! Just think, if it doesn't work, you've got yourself one HECK of a story!!" After all, those ARE such comforting words, right? I mean, it has been what seems like forever: the planning, the waiting, the indecisiveness, but finally, today was the day for the wall of open shelving in our dining room. You see, y'all, I was actually scared. We are talking about my grandmother's china from the 60's that I inherited for our wedding. The very same china that she worked hard for, saving and purchasing a piece or two each week from her paycheck while working at a department store in Pensacola, FL.


What if this didn't work out? What if I took a terrible risk based on a vision/a dream? I wanted for someone to tell me it was going to hold up - that it could support an elephant if needed. I searched for reassurance that it would all be alright. I wanted a guarantee. But the truth is, sometimes we just have to do our best and TRUST that it will indeed work out. Do you know what I mean? The times in life that you dream to do something daring, so you wait and you plan. Even though you don't know what the outcome will be, you move forward when led, trusting that even if everything comes crashing down and you're left with a pile of broken pieces, that God will mend everything back together. Trusting Him and believing Him when He says "I'm strong enough to hold all of your burdens and I'm strong enough pick you up when you have fallen." Now, that's assurance, Friends. That's a guarantee. " Give your burdens to the Lord and He will take care of you. He will not permit His children to slip and fall." Psalm 55:22 So...this morning I came down the hallway and snuck around the corner, feeling very "I wonder if I'll be surprised by what Santa left me" on Christmas morning. I'm thrilled to say that I didn't need a broom or ;0)



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  • Fawn

    Super cute. Super super duper cute.

  • MLL

    A fortune cookie we had this week read, “Fear knocked at the door. Faith answered. No one was there.” I don’t always read them, but that one I liked. Your shelves are fantastic!

  • Jeni Bowen

    Oh, Alison, that is hysterical!! Yep, that was definitely them. We are excited for you to move in, too! I’m thinking you’re going to love it. :)

  • Alison Hudnall

    My husband and I were surveying the progress of our home under construction in The Townes last night and met your sweet husband who was out on the prowl for a stud. Yes I totally giggled that two hubbies were walking around “looking for studs” but they were really cool! Can’t wait to be neighbors!

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