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The Pink Record Player and My Cozy Closet Sanctuary

by Robin Turnipseed

It all started with a pink record player. A delicate, retro pink box that arrived as a Christmas gift, purchased by yours truly, sparking a whole lot of inspiration—and a bit of chaos, as I found myself tearing closet racks off the wall on New Year’s Eve.

While I was thrilled to receive it, there was one minor issue: I had no place to put it where I could enjoy it daily. This charming little player was too special for just any shelf. So, I set out to find a spot in my home where it could truly shine. That’s when I stumbled upon my cluttered office closet—stuffed with forgotten clothes and homeschool materials from 2020.

It was a mess, no doubt, but as soon as I opened that door, I saw potential. What if this closet could be more than just a storage space? What if it could become a cozy retreat to showcase my growing record collection and beloved books?

It wasn’t just about organizing—it was about crafting a sanctuary, a space that felt like the cozy, beautiful room my Mimi used to have. It was my very own “pretty room”—a place where practicality met warmth, where I could lose myself in the soothing scratching sound of vinyl and the pages of my favorite books.

So, with a dash of creativity and a lot of elbow grease, I turned that cluttered closet into a lovely, functional nook that is more than just a room. It’s a piece of nostalgia, filled with charm and personality—the perfect home for my record player.

If you’re ready to transform a cluttered space into one you truly love, keep reading to see how to create your own cozy sanctuary—let’s get started!

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The Kitchen Table: A Place for Memories, Mourning, and Love

by Robin Turnipseed

A few years ago, we gathered to celebrate the incredible life of my husband’s uncle—a man whose kindness stretched across decades, touching more people than I think he ever realized.

The day of the graveside service was heavy with quiet emotion. After the final words were spoken and the embraces began to linger, we were welcomed into the home of a lifelong family friend for lunch—a warm meal served with care and intention, just as it had been for years.

As I moved through the house, I admired the hand-painted portraits that lined the walls, each a quiet witness to a life fully lived. But what I heard from the kitchen drew me in: soft laughter, low voices, the familiar rhythm of dish clearing and food being packed away.

I peeked around the corner and saw a small group of women gathered—not just in service, but in community.

These were the same women who had brought the food, kindly served it, and were now tending to every detail with ease and grace. But what struck me most wasn’t just what they were doing—it was where they had gathered.

They stood around a large table—sturdy and worn in the best way. In this home, it must undoubtedly be an antique, or at the very least, a piece with years of history. The kind of table that had hosted hundreds of meals, held countless cups of coffee, and absorbed the elbows of those deep in conversation, grief, or joy.

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The Calendar: A Wall of Stories, the Norman Rockwell Way

by Robin Turnipseed

There’s something about a blank wall that feels unfinished, as if it’s waiting for a story to unfold. When I first set up my office, I found myself staring at one—a vast space that felt like it should hold more than just paint and possibility. I knew I wanted something vintage-inspired, something with character. But the more I looked at that empty wall, the more it seemed to drain my creativity. I didn’t want to fill it with just anything. I wanted something familiar, something that felt like an old friend keeping me company as I worked.

I wasn’t sure what that would be until my mother handed me a free drugstore calendar. It contained twelve months of Saturday Evening Post covers, each one a small world of its own, painted by Norman Rockwell. She had picked it up on a whim, not realizing it would become the centerpiece of my office.

Each page was filled with children peering through shop windows, families gathered around dinner tables, and barbershops humming with easy conversation. Every scene felt like a love letter to life’s quiet moments—the kind that so often slip by unnoticed. It was an ode to days gone by, a glimpse into a world that felt familiar and just out of reach. And suddenly, I knew exactly what to do with my blank wall.

A box of dollar store frames, a handful of tacks, and an hour later, that simple calendar had transformed into something more—a nostalgic gallery wall, a space that now feels lived in, warm, and full of stories.

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