Friday, May 01, 2015


Come visit Curious Sofa and my other venture Tobacco Road this weekend inside Top Hat Mercantile. This once a month event shopping venue is located in the West Bottoms of Kansas City. Over 12 other large warehouses are filled with antiques, vintage, repurposed, new and old goods.
Take a look around what I have been preparing for you:
The front entrance to Top Hat Mercantile
Garden set $95, SOLD first thing.

Fabulous 20 drawer cabinet, $395. SOLD early.
Primitive Table, $115
5' x 7' mini paintings, $28
New table linens just in from $11

Sea glass beads, $28

Wooden bowls, $42. String balls $10-$18, Olive bottles $78.

XL Mora Clock (new) $695

Fisherman's line, $28
Concrete pots, Pair, $68 each

Botanical Prints, $58 each



French Provencal Dresser, $240

Velvet Loveseat $225

Wicker Table $95

Antique Samovar Lamp, $195
Vintage Leather Sofa, $250

Canvas Pillows $18- $48

Industrial Table Cart, $225 SOLD

Prewashed Plaid Western Shirts, from $10-$20

Kantha Quilts $120 Pillows $48

Green Metal Shelving $550 

And as always, shop online at

Monday, April 06, 2015


For those of you that do not follow me on Facebook or receive my emails, I am copying recent news below.

March 11
Prayers please for my beloved Pearl. A random vet visit ended in a day of x-rays and tears. Tomorrow it continues with an ultra sound and a biopsy. Diagnosis to come.

March 13
To all my pet loving friends:
I cannot thank you enough for the outpouring of love and concern over Pearl. I am so torn over what to write about her as I believe in miracles and will not give up on what God can do to answer my prayers and yours. Writing anything about this precious baby seems so silly here on Facebook because she is a huge part of my life as many of you know (have you ever seen me without her in the last 13 years??!). I have cried more tears than I knew I had in me and want to just hide from everyone until this nightmare is over. But I believe God answers prayers and can preform miracles even on our little furry friends, especially when "his people call his name" (and you know who you are).

Yesterday, after they did an ultrasound they said, "I don't have good news". She has a large cancerous tumor on her heart. Dear God, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Could anything be worse?? It is too far gone and delicate to do surgery and I guess chemo is a waste of time at this point. There are other details that are beside the point but you can imagine what the effects are going to be as it progresses.

Who knows how much time she has. A week? A month? 6 months? I am clueless. She is already slowing down, not walking as fast as she should. Not taking stairs like she usually does and all the little activities I have seen in her are diminishing. The brightness in her spirit is fading which breaks my heart more than anything. All I can do is continue my unconditional love on her, make her comfortable and try to continue daily life as we know it.

I took her in for a standard teeth cleaning on Wednesday and an hour after I left they called to say "This is not the dog we saw an hour ago". Before they did anything they were checking her over and saw her gums were white and her breathing labored. This made them do a heart x-ray and that's when everything started. I assume now she must have had a mini stroke or something. Then I was told to go to a specialist for an ultrasound yesterday for more info.

Although she will turn 13 on April 16, Bichons can easily live to be 16 or 18 years old. Never in a million years did I think I could lose her to cancer. Not this kind, not this fast. I have never had a pet this long or had to make that tough decision on their life- and I am not ready now. Are we ever?

For now, I seriously ask for specific prayers of complete healing. Prayers to dissolve the tumor, prayers to restore her to complete health. Our God can do this. In the meantime, she will continue to be with me every moment of every day as always and I will try and make it as comfortable as possible. We have plans to travel to Round Top for the Texas antique show later this month and I hope it will be an easy one.

Thank you so much for your love and concern for both of us. It means everything to know how many lives she has touched. If things change, I will let you know.

March 17
Rest in peace, my sweet baby girl.
Pearl died in my arms at 10:30 this morning. I have no words, just a broken heart. Thank you for your outpouring of love and prayers. I know it got me a few extra days with her.

March 21
For all my local Curious Sofa fans, it is with more sadness than I can express that I have lost my precious baby on March 17. Many of you will not recognize me without her as she was constantly by my side; from opening three retail stores to shopping all the flea markets and antique shows from Kansas City to Minnesota to Texas.

In just 6 days I learned of a tumor on her heart and suddenly she was gone from what I believe was a heart attack. She passed in my arms as I thanked her for her perfect love and the special life she gave me. I wish for all of you the love of such a dear friend as I was blessed with from my little Pearl.

April 6
Today is not a good day. That is how I seem to be summing up my daily life now. One day I can shower, work, go to dinner and watch TV (with moments of crying in between) and feel I am slowly healing and somewhat normal. Then the next day, I cannot even get out of bed, look at myself or talk to anyone. It has been a roller coaster of emotions and endless tears unlike I have ever known. This is surely what pure grief is.

Every day now someone new finds out Pearl has passed and a comment, an email, a note, a call, a look will start it all over again. Everyone is heartsick for me and I am blessed with many, many friends that are hurting for me but no one can do anything and it is just an awkward situation.

One moment I can't even remember her face and then the next I am sobbing in my car thinking of the millions of moments we had. I have never loved something like this. I have never had such a loss to my soul as this. I cannot even put it into words what I am feeling. As one friend said, "There are pet lovers and then there are pet lovers". She also added, "You gave Pearl a perfect life and in return she gave you perfect love". Yes, that is what I am feeling. The separation of that perfect love.

Every night I would pick her up off the sofa and say, "Let's go to bed" and she would lay her head over my shoulder like a little baby who was tired from the day. I would then gently crawl into bed with her still in place and lay down carefully; her neck over my neck and every night I knew this was a perfect moment. A perfect moment of pure love. Her warm body, her soft fur, hearing her breathing slowly in my ear, waiting to see who fell asleep first.

From the time she was a baby I started to say, "A thousand kisses a day" and that is what I would give her. At any time, at any moment, from the time we got up, to driving in the car, to working at the shop, or sitting across the room I would say out of nowhere, "I love you. You're the best baby ever". I must have said that a thousand times a day too for the last 13 years.

When you live and love something so much, your routine starts early; I do this, then she does that. She knew when my hairdryer came on we were going to leave the house soon. She knew when we turned a corner on a particular block, she was going to the park. She knew that once we were in the shop, she could nap for a few hours. She knew when I went into the grocery store that I would, "be right back". Now I am avoiding the places we would frequent because everyone knew her. I just can't do it right now.

I have been single all my life but I can honestly say I have never been one of those women that ever felt lonely. I think being a creative person helps this because my mind is always thinking of something to do, invent, make, fix, research or plan- until now. Now I feel lonely. My baby is gone and the house feels like a tomb. There are no sudden barks, yawns, stretches or sounds anymore. It's just me, thinking, crying and feeling the emptiness in the air and in my heart. I wonder every moment when this will end. When will I be able to depend on a normal, routine life again? Only today I realized this grief has affected me not only emotionally but physically and in my relationships and now my work. I cannot function normally and am about to lose a big design job because I cannot focus on doing it properly- and I don't care. I told my niece, "I wish I had the money to go away for three months and just hide", but I don't. Life goes on and I just pray for more good days than bad.

From the beginning Pearl was a serendipitous gift. I have to be thankful for this precious pup that came into my life and showed me what love and loyalty is. She was by my side for 13 years. I never left her alone for more than a few hours only when I might see a movie or go to dinner with friends and even then she was always on my mind as I felt guilty for leaving her. When I returned home she would be sitting by the kitchen door, waiting for me. I always wondered if she laid there the entire time I was gone or if she had heard my car. She would then jump and jump and whine with joy and kiss me as if I had been gone for days. She was healthy and happy all her life. I never had to watch her struggle with arthritis or go blind or hurt with age. I prayed for the Lord to prepare me for the day when her life was up and I believe that first vet visit was his answer to that, although only 5 days prior. I prayed I would never have to make the decision to end her life and I didn't, she died in my arms naturally. How can I blame God for any of that? For now writing this is helping a bit I guess but I will forever miss my little white shadow, my child, my Pearl. She was the best baby ever.

Friday, January 30, 2015


"New year, new you". We've all heard this a hundred times. Somewhere in my late 30's, I accepted that the new year does not have to mean a new resolution must always be made. Now, as I get older, I seem to evaluate a 'new me' nearly everyday! What I once liked, I no longer do. Culture changes so rapidly that I find myself saying no to most of it. When I skim over iTunes top 10 music, I rarely know most of the hit makers. I quickly say to myself, "You need to stay on top of this. Don't turn out to be an old lady or more importantly an out of touch old lady! Do your homework, stay interested, get with it!". Then I just as quickly say, "Who cares? Been there done that". I used to know all the music when I was younger. I always knew who the face was on the cover of the magazines. And although tv critics are out of control now, I used to know who they were talking about! Now, I simply don't have a strong enough interest to do any homework. Is knowing what Kim Kardashian is doing going to help my soul?

I have joked among my friends for years now that my home looks like I am Amish. Once a magazine shoot was over, all the layering and paraphernalia went back to the store. Now, four years after my shops closing, I am still looking at bare walls. No joke, not a single picture is hanging in my house- and I am fine with that. In fact, I love it. So despite changes that come and go, internally and externally, the one thing that still has not changed for me is my love of white (and neutral and gray and raw wood). All of that screams SERENITY NOW! I simply love no color. But don't get me wrong, I often see colorful items that I comment about. Just the other day I saw a new car that was the most amazing olive green. I just don't want to live with it (or wear it!).

A clean, organized, white life does something to my soul. It's hard enough to stop the tapes playing in your head or the eyes from darting back and forth wanting everything you see or the mouth talking nonstop and saying things you wish you could rewind; controlling your environment is more doable than all those things I fail at miserably.

As I looked over my recent Pinterest posts, I couldn't help but notice a theme I seem to have going on that wasn't intentional; simplicity. The majority of images that speak to me now say something much more than just being a pretty picture. They depict a stillness I am striving for. I am ready for the chaos to calm down, whether figuratively or literally. I want less to see but more meaning in what I see. I want richness without visual confusion. I want stillness without being still. January or not, seems like a good time to begin.

Sunday, December 21, 2014


Merry Christmas everyone! Just a quick note to say I am so grateful for your support throughout 2014. Curious Sofa has gone through many changes in these last twelve months and I am grateful to all of you who have stuck around for the ride! Most importantly for local Kansas Citians, I am back to selling larger goods inside Top Hat Mercantile, a once a month vintage shopping event. It is good to visit one on one with my customers again and bring a little visual inspiration that you have come to know me for. Please follow me on Facebook for all the latest news and to see the fresh merchandise that will be arriving in the coming months. Happy New Year everyone! May it be the best one yet!    -Deb 
 Enjoy tremendous savings all through the website. I am cleaning out the old and bringing in the new.