What makes one day better than the next? 

Is there a special “ingredient” in your day that makes it something special? Is there something that sets you off, making a day less than what it was?

 

I recently was talking with a few friends, and this subject came up. One of my friends mentioned that any day she can make it to Starbucks is a “good day” because it is a little extra treat she gives herself. She said since it doesn’t happen every day because of her work schedule, when it does, it’s the frosting on her day. I like that, because we should all treat ourselves now and then! Another friend said whenever she can find some time to see a task completed, she feels good because she feels she can check another item off her to-do list. I feel like that, too. When I’ve been working on a project at home, little by little, it’s nice to finish it, so I can move on to something else. The key, I have found though, is to actually enjoy the process of the project, not just in the completion of it. One of my other friends said that for one day to stand out among others depends on a succession of events: she gets to sleep in a little because her husband takes the kids to school; she has time for coffee before work; she gets all her emails answered; and if she gets done with all her work, she can get home early without sitting in rush-hour traffic. I guess having all that happen would mean a pretty special day.

 

Sometimes just a simple thing, like sharing a snack and conversation with your child after school, or finding the shirt you really wanted is on sale, is all you need to make your day better.

 

Everyone’s “good day” components are going to be different. Some are simple, some might be more complex, but in the end, having that component is all it takes to make us feel good about the day.

 

Do you set yourself up to have a good day every day? I do. I wake up with gratitude each day. I tell myself that it’s going to be an awesome day, and that no matter what may happen, I can choose to be positive, and handle anything. And usually, this is the case! If you know me, you know I can roll with what comes about. I enjoy being happy and full of positivity so that everyone I interact with feels that positive energy, too. It’s contagious!

 

Remember, even if you’re having a not-so-great day, you can turn it around with some positive attitude. You can’t change others’ behavior, but you can choose how you react to it, and to any situation you find yourself in.

 

Tami Loves…making every day a great day!

Sweet!!! 

Yes, that’s how I feel about my customers, but it also describes something yummy in my shop!

 

I’m talking chocolate. What’s not to love? But I’m not talking about the traditional chocolate you find at the grocery or drugstore checkout.

 

Ohhhhh nooooo, this is nothing like ordinary, brand-name, chocolate that we all know, and like. This is something totally different, and even somewhat addicting…in a good way. It’s addicting because it tastes so good, it’s a like a bite-size treat for your mouth and your psyche, and…it can be repeated as necessary! So what it is this wonderful treat?

 

I’m talking about rich, decadent, dark chocolate-covered coffee beans, or if you prefer…milk-chocolate-covered coffee beans! Who can resist? (Well, I try since I can’t eat ALL I want, and still have any left for you.)

If you aren’t a fan of coffee beans, how about scrumptious mini-Buckeyes? Mini salted-caramels?

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These are just a few of our best-sellers, there are more! And these deliciously tasty treats are bagged specifically for Tami Loves! We are so unique and fun, they bag and label our very own chocolate!!

 

Most range about $5.99 a bag, so they are affordable for our customers. If you’re in town, visiting, and need a quick little treat for someone, say…your student at Muskingum University, your friend who just got some good news, or even just a bag to keep in your car as a little self-reward…we have what you’re looking for.

 

Chocolate- in any language says “I love you,” “I’m happy for you,” “Way to go!” “You deserve a reward!” or just “This is for me.” There’s no left-wing or right-wing with chocolate, there’s just “more, please.” Chocolate doesn’t care if you’re beautiful, tired, depressed, jilted, overwhelmed, shy or confused. Chocolate loves you no matter what you are or aren’t. It’s the unconditional-love candy. Everyone deserves chocolate, and now YOU know where to find the very best!!

 

Tami Loves…all the little chocolate goodies residing temporarily in our shop…’til you take them home!

What to Pack? 

Packing for a recent vacation to California made me realize it had been quite a while since I had to minimize my outfits and shoe selection into a small space! I’m here to tell you it can be done. I did it, and so can you!

 

After watching a couple of packing video tips online, I was ready to pack with ease.

Here are my simple packing tips that will get you through any occasion:

 

Know the climate you’re visiting. Check out recent weather trends, and look at the 10-day forecast of your destination. Is it in a milder, wetter, hotter, drier, sunnier climate? Know before you go! Pack your pocket-raincoat, mini-umbrella, sunscreen, hat, boots, etc., based on what’s going on with the weather you’ll be in.

 

Have an idea of what you’ll be doing. Will you be sightseeing? Is there a lot of walking? You’ll need comfy shoes. Will you be eating out? Are the restaurants dressy? Will you be shopping? You’ll need room to bring back items. Take all these into consideration, as you determine what you’ll need. As women, we like OPTIONS!!

 

Pack in a single color palette. For example, let’s say you have a lot of navy in an array of fabrics. This would be the ideal color to pack for you. It allows you to mix and match, accordingly, for everything goes together. Use one color as your accent color. Perhaps red or white- both go well with navy. Use these accent colors in coordinating pieces such as a sweater, scarf, jacket, skirt, shoes, small clutch purse, etc.

 

To illustrate this idea:

1 pair of navy slacks

1 pair of jeans

1 navy sleeveless day dress

1 navy print maxi-dress

1 navy skirt

1 pair of navy leggings

 

For accenting with the above items:

1 white short-sleeve top

1 white scarf

1 red scarf

1 red button-down lightweight sweater

1 white tunic top with belt

1 red clutch purse (small enough for evening-use)

1 pair of navy flats, 1 pair of gold sandals,

1 pair of white sneakers for travel and sight-seeing

 

 

These items can be coordinated easily giving you multiple outfits:

Jeans, skirt, or slacks, white short-sleeve top, red sweater

Jeans or slacks, white tunic and belt, red scarf

Leggings with white tunic and belt, red scarf

Sleeveless day-dress with red sweater and white scarf (dress can be casual with sneakers or flats, but can be dressed up a bit with sandals, and jewelry.

Maxi-dress with red-sweater or either scarf (used as a scarf or a wrap)

 

Remember, these items don’t include what you’ll be wearing for travel days to/from your destination. Wear comfy clothes and roll a light jacket into your carry-on. It’s also a good idea to pack a pair of underwear and a t-shirt in your carry on. In case your luggage doesn’t make it when you do, you’ll have something to sleep in (and/or wear the next day) if need be.

 

This is just a guideline. Every vacation is made up of different components. Your trip may entail many days or weeks or travel. In that case, pack a couple of laundry detergent pods in a ziplock bag in your checked luggage. I take a travel-size bottle of Woolite in case I need to wash my unmentionables in the hotel room. Also, I like the idea I recently saw of taking along a clothespin to use as a toothbrush holder on the bathroom counter. No matter clean a countertop looks, it’s not like home. The clothespin keeps your toothbrush from coming into contact with the countertop. In addition to packing clothes and shoes, don’t forget your jewelry, accessories, make-up and toiletries, and bring a couple of plastic bags for damp or dirt clothes. I always pack a big, flat, beach-bag in the bottom of my suitcase first, in case I’ll need it on the way home.

 

Like everything else in life, the best way to be prepared is to research, research, research! I pour over travel books and websites, read reviews of hotels, restaurants, and places of interests. Keep in mind that a place you visited in the 80’s or 90’s, might be quite different today!

 

Enjoy!! Planning is half the fun!!

 

Tami Loves…a well-planned vacation!

 

 

 

 

 

The Stages of Motherhood… 

Sometimes, as moms we feel like we say the same things to our kids over and over again, each time wondering if they actually hear us. Our level of being “wise and knowledgeable” varies, depending on how old our children are. These are the Stages of Motherhood. If our kids are little, we know everything, and we are revered. Babies delight in watching our expressions and imitating our words. Our toddlers try to behave like us, mimicking gestures and posture. Young kids think it’s cool when we explain to them how things work, and we are sought out for help with homework. It’s nice to be held in such high-esteem. But hold on, when the kids hit the teens, that all diminishes greatly. We go from all-knowing, to know-nothings. Our opinions are outdated, and our methods for anything are deemed, “old school.” Even the term, “old school” is vastly outdated! We sometimes are looked at as being “ordinary” if we’re lucky. Some parents are “lame”, “clueless”, or the ever-popular “weird.” This stage of being can last throughout the teen years, and even well into the college years. As parents, we’re glad our children have become thinking, reasoning individuals, but it would be nice to be needed for something besides cash. Then it happens…the heavens open up and the light shines down upon our now-graying heads…we have come full circle back to being the “wise and knowledgeable” parents we always thought we were. We’re needed for our opinions on buying a home, how to ask for a raise at work, getting a baby on a schedule, and even when to buy new tires! It’s amazing.

 

I have often thought about the Stages of Motherhood, with my own mom. And though not everyone has each stage to the same degree, generally speaking, it’s all pretty much the same for everyone. It’s nice to be an adult and look back to see yourself in each of those stages, and to take the time to stop and say a big thank-you to your mom; both of your parents for that matter, because now, as an adult, we’re in the same stage together. We understand all the reasons our moms and dads helped us ride a bike, taught us manners, gave us a curfew, made us pay for our first car, let us make our own mistakes, helped with student loans, co-signed a loan, and hosted our wedding. Now it’s our turn to do all those things for our children. And we do it happily, thinking back to all we’ve received. The cycle is coming full-circle.

 

This Mother’s Day, if you give your mom just one thing, give her the gift of gratitude. Thank her for loving you throughout all the stages of Motherhood. She’d have done it over again and again, because that’s what moms do. And it’s what you’ll do for your children, too. Tell her you know you made her nuts sometimes, made her cry now and then, but remind her of all the wonderful times you laughed and smiled together. Tell her you picked her as your mom because you knew one day you’d be sharing moments like these, remembering the love that’s between you. Nothing else can compare to showing gratitude and love like that. She’ll be happy you realize all that she went through for you, but she’d never ever say it wasn’t the best time of her life, no matter what stage she was in.

 

If however, you need a little something more to show her your gratitude, along with what I just mentioned, come in to Tami Loves and see all the wonderful items we have for her!! And check out our Mother’s Day Gift Bags!! www.tamiloves.com Order yours fast!

 

Tami Loves…a little gratitude for all moms! (I love you, Mom!)

 

Graduation…bittersweet, but a part of life!

It’s that time again- graduations are right around the corner. It’s such a bittersweet time as a mom (and dad). I know when my own girls graduated from high school, and my oldest daughter graduated from college and then attained her Masters, and my younger daughter, who is working on her college degree while traveling as a model, I was, and am, so proud of the young women they’ve become, and yet part of me was sad that they were growing into adults, and no longer my little girls.

 

I’ve had a lot of customers in the shop lately, looking for graduation gifts, or some little something extra to put on a gift. A lot of people have commented on how they can’t believe their daughter or son is at that stage in their life. But time is like that, it waits on no one, and we are all changing and growing each and every day.

 

Just yesterday, my close friend called to tell me she was getting ready for her son’s graduation from The Ohio State University on Sunday. Of course, I knew he was graduating, but it still seemed to come out of nowhere. My friend has been telling me all along how he’s doing, that he changed his major and had to go an extra year, but how much happier he was. She’s been so happy for him to finally get out and on his own, waiting for him to go to graduate school. But something in her voice yesterday caught my attention. She was trying to sound upbeat and happy. I could tell. However, her tone said something else. I asked her what was wrong, and she began to cry, telling me her son had enlisted in the Army Reserves, and that while she was happy for him, she was a little scared that his training as a medic might put him in a bad place someday. She said she realized that it was what he wanted to do. He always wanted to participate in “Doctors Without Borders” since he’d volunteered for Habitat for Humanity and helped build homes in West Virginia, while in high school. He really liked helping people in need, and it’s partly what made him want to work as a psychologist. But now, he’d be gone for six months, training to become a medic, and the realization that he wouldn’t be home until Christmas was setting in with her. I immediately told her that she should be proud that he wanted to help his country, and that those six months of training weren’t just about learning medicine, they were training him for safety, too. She agreed. She knew that, and she is very proud of him. I also told her that she should have faith that her son will make the right choices for himself. He’ll keep himself safe, and do the right thing. He’s that kind of young man. I told her not to look at this as the ending of his college years but as the beginning of his successful life as a man. I also teased her and told her he’d look pretty good in uniform. She laughed, and I could tell she was feeling better. Graduation is the embarkation of something better to come. It’s not an end, it’s the start of new and wonderful horizons. Graduation is the chance to make possibilities realities. My friend agreed.

 

As moms, we all worry about our kids once they leave the safety of home. Whether they’re leaving for college, and the new experiences it brings, or graduating college and going off to start a career, possibly far from home, we all become a little anxious knowing they are on their own, making their own decisions, as well as their own mistakes. But that’s life. We all grow each day, graduating a little more each day, becoming a little better each day. We give our kids the solid foundation of education, manners, morals, life-skills, and above all, love and support.

My friend Pam and her son Alex.

If you have someone graduating this spring, make sure you let them know how proud you are of them, and reassure them you know they’ve got a good foundation to make the right choices. Stay positive, and enjoy this great milestone with them! Congratulations to all the graduates, as you embark on the next chapter of life!

Tami Loves…a new beginning, and the promise of a bright future!

CONGRATULATIONS TO YOU AND YOUR GRADUATE!!!!  ❤️❤️

And congratulations to the three beautiful girls in this picture, Lydia Phillips, Samantha Reed, and Kasey MacLaine.

The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. — Emelia Earhart 

Momentum- the dictionary says it’s “the strength or force that something has when it is moving. : the strength or force that allows something to continue or to grow stronger or faster as time passes.”

 

How do you keep your momentum?

 

I’m not talking about coffee here. Yes, we can get through our day with coffee, but I’m talking about something more substantial than coffee. I’m talking about what keeps you motivated, inspired, and moving forward every day when you get out of bed. Perhaps it’s your love of your career, or the responsibility of raising a family. Maybe it’s a spiritual force that pushes you, or perhaps it’s the sheer determination to be the best that you can be. Sometimes what gives us our momentum is the thrill of the unknown. We seek adventure in each day, and the promise of that, is what prompts us to keep our curiosity, like we did when we were children.

 

Remember being a child, when every day brought new adventure? Waking up, meant springing out of bed, with energy and eagerness. Sometimes, just the thought of what might be served for breakfast was enough to send us racing to the kitchen. Every day brought a new learning experience, and a chance to see something new. Even if it was just a cocoon, or a robin’s nest, we couldn’t wait to see something else we’d never seen before. Life was full of possibilities.

 

What if we tried to start each day now like that? What if we woke up, and thought, “Today I’m going to do something I haven’t done,” or “Today, I’m going to finish that project, and start on another!” Wouldn’t it be great if the momentum of one day carried over to the next?

 

Well, it certainly can. All you have to do is find your motivation, your mojo, the inner force that lies within all of us. For in finding this energy, this force, if you will, we find what drives our lives. It carries us from one day to the next. It is the difference between seeing the glass as half-full or half-empty. When you have momentum, your inner force is what keeps you going and keeps you positive for the whole day, and all the days to come. Sure, everyone has a bad day now and then, but that momentum you have inside, tells you that it’s just one bad day out of a whole bunch of good ones, and tomorrow is another good one just waiting to happen. Your attitude is a reflection of that inner force.

 

For me, I wake up in the morning with a whole mental list of things I want to accomplish. I love what I do, and I can’t wait to get moving. No, I don’t like the paperwork, or the bills, but that’s just a small part of an otherwise wonderful day. I delight in meeting people in my shop, chatting with them, and getting to know them. I love going to my clients’ homes and making them happy by completing a project. I enjoy seeing my team working each day, and being able to talk with them, finding out how their families are doing. The amazing people I work with, and for, is my momentum. I’m grateful for the opportunity I have been given, and for the genuine love of my work. I’d be lost without all of you. You are all my momentum.

 

It does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop. — Confucius

 

Tomorrow, wake up and feel the momentum inside you. If you feel like it, post a little message to me on what your momentum is, and how it motivates you. I’d love to hear what keeps you going!

 

Tami Loves…feeling like tomorrow is going to be the best day yet!

 

 

The grass MIGHT be greener on the other side…but that’s just one opinion. It might be greener over on this side, too. 

Have you ever worn something that you just weren’t crazy about, feeling like you were having a “bad outfit” day, only to have someone tell you how nice you look? You suddenly wonder if you just lack self-confidence, or if that person needed an eye exam. “Really?” you ask. “This old thing? I left the house in a hurry, and just grabbed something to throw on.” In your opinion, you’re not the best you could be, but to someone else, you look lovely!

 

I recently went to a customer’s home, and commented on how cute her bathroom was decorated. She responded with, “Oh, please excuse that bathroom. I’m going to change that color, soon.”

I thought it was fresh, and colorful. She saw something different. When I told her why I liked it, she couldn’t believe it. “My husband has complained about that bathroom since I painted it last year, and now he’s made me so self-conscious about it every time we have company! Do you really like the color? If you like the color, and the way I decorated, then maybe it’s not bad. Maybe it’s just him. I like the color!” She was feeling better about her choice. It’s nice to have another set of eyes view what you look at every day. We become accustomed to seeing ourselves and our homes a certain way. When someone else sees us, or something we have, they may have a totally different perspective. It’s refreshing! It’s not always positive, but it’s important to realize that people view things differently, and opinions are just that…opinions.

 

Now I know taste is all relative. If you love orange, and I don’t, then of course you’re going to love that orange front door, and I’m already thinking what other color I’d choose. But in the big scheme of things, it comes down to one thing…what makes you happy.

 

One gal might carry a fancy, expensive name-brand purse, and another might carry an inexpensive, functional one, but in this case, the beauty (and practicality) is in the eyes of the owner. Just because something is bigger, more expensive, or more trendy, doesn’t necessarily mean it’s better! It just means that the person who has it, likes it, and feels good about it. Just as liking something practical, doesn’t make it any less than liking something extravagant. It’s a matter of taste.

 

What am I telling you? I’m saying that sometimes it is so very nice to get someone else’s fresh perspective. Whether it is our appearance, something we own, or where we live, we can become unable to see things in a new light. That patio furniture may be hum-drum to you, but to someone else, it can be comfy and welcoming. Your living room curtains may seem ordinary, but to a visitor in your home, they might be tasteful or traditional, matching the décor perfectly. Who is right? The only person you need to make happy is you. I’m just saying you might already have succeeded in achieving the right “look” and not even realized it. Don’t second-guess you. Appreciate other’s observations, and be grateful for their outlook.

 

Just be happy with you, and where you are, that’s what life is all about.

 

Tami Loves…new perspectives and feeling good!

 

It happens to everyone, at some point. There are just some days you’d like to pull the covers over your head, and just sleep. I had one of these days recently, and I think it was a little blessing in disguise. Here’s why… 

I was having an “off” day. Nothing really wrong, I just wasn’t my happy self. That’s normal. We can’t be happy and positive every second. (Though I try, I really do try!) I found myself driving to pick up supplies, and just not really feeling like getting supplies at that particular time. I felt blasé and kind of depressed. It was a rainy day, so perhaps that had something to do with it. At least, that’s what I told myself, as I tried to rationalize my behavior. Before I knew it, I had driven right by the store I had intended to go to, and I just kept driving. I was leaving the city limits and heading out of town, telling myself I didn’t have time for a drive. I needed to complete my to-do list and get the things I needed for the next day’s project. But I just kept going. Every opportunity to turn around just passed me by, as if my car had a mind of its own. I turned on the radio. I couldn’t find a song I liked, so I turned it off, and instead, listened to a familiar upbeat playlist on my phone. But I just wasn’t feeling upbeat. I turned down a side road, and watched the rain scatter across the hills in front of me, like a curtain I would soon pass through. I turned my wipers on because I was already encountering some mist. Then I noticed the sign. “Barn Sale” it read. It was positioned at the end of a drive, and had an arrow pointing onward, down that drive. I turned in, and drove slowly. I saw the barn at the end, but there weren’t any other cars. Maybe they already had the sale and forgot to take the sign down. Maybe I was early, or late. Or maybe there wasn’t anything worth stopping for. But I headed on, and parked my car near the front doors. One big door was propped open with an old tire. I walked in, though I had already made up my mind this was a mistake. There would be nothing here that would interest me. As my eyes grew accustomed to the dark interior, I immediately smelled the smell. It was the smell of old leather, and musty old wood. I looked around and saw an old tractor, partially covered with a tarp. Beside the tractor was an old barn door on its side, and perched upon it were several saddles, crops, bridles, and a big table with other horse “stuff” that I wasn’t sure about. Looking in the other direction I saw a completely different scene. There were three or four big old wooden hutches; some had missing glass in their doors, and some were missing doors completely. But they were beautiful, old pieces. There were a stack of old frames, and lots of milk bottles, old horse blankets, tools, and even a couple of nice big farm tables. There were wooden buckets, and wooden benches, and lots of old items. I was impressed with the amount of beautiful things in that old barn. I heard someone walk in the barn, behind me. I turned and saw an elderly lady. She was very pretty. Her gray hair was tied in a knot on top of her head, and her clothes were covered by a crisp apron. Her eyes were blue and bright, and she smiled warmly at me. She wiped her hands on her apron, and extended one to me.

“I didn’t hear you pull in, honey. I was baking in the house. You’re welcome to look around all you like. I got just about somethin’ in here for everybody, I think. There’s lots of antiques…like me.”

I laughed and took her hand. She was very sweet, but there was something sad about her.

We talked about our love of vintage items. I told her about my shop, and that I wished I had room for her hutches, and her lovely big tables.

“I wish I could keep everything,” she said in a voice so quiet, I almost didn’t hear her. I turned and smiled at her. She smiled back, and then said, “When we found out we were going to lose this place, it just about killed me. It nearly did kill my husband. This farm has been in his family for eighty years.” She moved past me and picked up a tool from the “horse stuff” table. I had no idea what it was.

Reading my mind she said, “This curry comb belonged to my husband’s grandfather when he lived here. He raised Belgians here all his life. A lot of these saddles and tack belonged to him.” She was studying the comb, but I could tell her mind was somewhere else. Her fingers traced the wooden handle, and she lightly touched the rusty metal rings. After a few seconds she placed the comb back on the table, and said, “Well honey, I won’t hound you. You just take your time. I’m going to put my bread in the oven, and I’ll be back in a bit.”

She turned and left. I walked over to the table where she had placed the curry comb.

The items on this table represented someone’s life. It was as though I was looking at a collection of a man’s work, his passion. Now here they lay, in the dusty barn where they had once been used- the man no longer alive. I imagined gathering these items and displaying them together on a wall in a rustic room with barn siding, or using them to decorate a horse enthusiast’s home. Even with their obvious age, they were quite lovely. I didn’t know what they were, but I could see the possibility. It was sad to know they would be sold along with the farm. I imagined them in a home, but no one would know the story behind them. They were all that remained of someone’s life.

 

Right then and there, I realized my mood had changed. The little cloud that had plagued me all day had lifted and I wasn’t down anymore. Listening to the woman’s story of how they were losing their farm made me realize I didn’t have any reason at all to be down. This woman was losing her home, and was baking bread, being sweet and cheerful despite her plight. If she could find a way to be happy, I surely could pull myself out of my blah mood, and count my blessings. I felt I had almost been drawn to that barn that day. It was as if I was being shown that no matter how down we get, someone else has it worse, sometimes much worse, than we do, and we can learn a lesson from them. Sometimes it’s nice to get out and see something different to make you feel good, and happy.

 

I felt glad I had stopped by the barn sale that day. I made a new friend, and she helped me feel a little better through “barn therapy.” She eventually came back from the house, and we chatted about old times, and how life got to be so fast-paced, and in a hurry all the time. I enjoyed our conversation. And when I left the barn that day, the sun had started peeking through the clouds.

 

I hope when you come in my shop I can give you that kind of feeling- some good conversation among new friends, a feeling of camaraderie, like we’ve known each other for years. And I hope that if you’re feeling down, I can raise your spirits, and make your day a little better. That’s what I love about my shop- I get to give a little bit of myself while providing retail therapy to my customers. We all need a pick-me-up now and then.

 

Tami Loves…new friends, sharing the good old days.

 

We all love our families.  Maybe not every single minute of every single day but all in all especially at holiday time, we love our family. 

My family is spread all across the country and I miss spending holidays with them. Lucky for me my husband has a pretty big family and I have always spent holidays with them. 

My daughters have always been near me and always spend holidays with us as well. I should not feel sad on the holidays because I am with family. But I miss my family,  the family that I had before my married family. Family that I had before my children. I miss my mom, she lives in Texas. I miss my brother and his family they live in South Carolina. 
Holidays always make you think about the people that you’re not with. You wonder what they’re doing and even though you talk to them it’s not the same as spending the day with them. 

And this year my youngest daughter is away in California for work. I shipped her a little something special for the holiday and she called and opened it with me on the phone. She was a little teary-eyed and missing home. It reminded me of those first Easters when my mom moved away almost 30 years ago. It was still a holiday, it was still nice, but not being with her made it not the same. I’m sure that’s how my daughter feels being so far away today. 

So I hope you were able to be with the ones you love today. Or at least visit with them on the phone for a few minutes. That even though some of us had little sad moments in our day there were a lot more happy moments to hold onto!  

Bless you all, Happy Easter ❤️

Tami Loves was recently awarded an ACES Award (Awards for Community & Economic Success) for the second year in a row! This award, from the Muskingum County Chamber of Commerce, along with a Certificate of Recognition from the United States House of Representatives, honors Tami Loves for our recent “tangible investment or improvement in buildings, equipment, machinery, inventory or other business assets that resulted in the creation or retention of jobs, increase in tax base, and other forms of economic growth.” To paraphrase that, we received the award for our shop remodel, and consistent improvements in providing a unique and pleasant shopping experience for our customers, and employment for our team. However you phrase it, we are delighted!! We’ve taken measures to bring new and exciting products to the shop, and we have really focused on what YOU, our customer, sees when you enter. I want to make sure the shop flows both visually, and physically. If you haven’t been in to see us for a while, stop in and see! I’m so pleased with the results!

 

I couldn’t be more proud of this distinct recognition. It honors my crew, my team of dedicated employees, whom I call my dear friends, who work so hard for our success every day. I wouldn’t be Tami Loves without my team, or without my wonderful customers, like you!

 

Thank you for your continued support of Tami Loves. You all bring inspiration, and love into each and every project we do. Your myriad of purchases, kind words, and welcoming attitudes amaze all of us at Tami Loves. We thoroughly enjoy what we do: providing our services in painting, decorating, arranging and staging, creating with you, outfitting you, and hopefully inspiring you to be and achieve all that you can. It is our great honor and pleasure to see each one of you so pleased with your home, your appearance, and your desire to do great things!!

 

Tami Loves…all of you!