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Hello. Howdy. ¡Hola. Bonjour. Welcome to Rusted Roots! I’m Candace.

I'm Candace & I Love Junk!!

As long as you speak junk, and can understand my southern twang, you and I will get along just fine! I don’t thank I have a twang, but the hubs says eye do! <wink> So, about me? Hmm. Well, I am a lover of all things old. All. Things. Old. People included! That’s why you have to meet my MawMaw and Mo. They are a big reason that I started this blog… a lost generation of the kindest people I’ve ever known. So, to rescue old stuff and make it new again brings me so much joy and allows me to cherish the memories of times gone by!

My passion: Rusty Junk.

Rusty Wagon Wheels

I would be remiss to not share a little about my roots. After all, if we’re gonna travel this journey together, I owe you a little back story.

First things first, I wouldn’t neccesarily consider my own personal roots to be rusted. Yes, I’ve fallen on hard times. But overall, life has been pretty sweet to me. (Sometimes it’s just hard to see it in the moment.) I had a beautiful childhood, growing up in a Christian home, my mom, my dad, and my brother. The perfect little family of four. Okay. So, not perfect. In fact, there were some struggles. My dad worked two jobs so my mom could stay at home with me and my brother. Dad was a hard worker. But it was a sacrifice that I have no doubt, made me and my brother the people we are today. Hard working. Dedicated. Determined to succeed.

In high school, I was a go-getter. Cheerleader. Pageant girl. Honors Society. Chorus. French Club. Just to name a few. And as soon as I was old enough to work, I snagged a part-time job. Not because I had to. But because I wanted to. I wanted to do more. I always want to do more. (Not my best quality.) Amidst my busy teenage years, I struggled with the divorce of my parents and the inward feeling that I needed to protect my brother. From what? I don’t  know. It wasn’t like it was a bitter situation. Believe me. I’ve seen some bitter situations. No hard feelings. No harsh words. But the anchor of my family quickly slipped away. I immediately found myself tossing as many anchors as I could into the sea. Searching for contentment and adjusting to my new life.

Despite the situation at home, I decided to go away to college, about an hour and a half away. Looking back. There’s a lot of that time period that I don’t really remember. Mainly my brother’s high school years. When I look back, I wonder where I was during different events. I guess I was away at school. I spent those five years (yes, five) studying Media Communications & Sociology of the Family. I wanted to be a News Reporter and I wanted to figure out my family. Ultimately, I accomplished both! I’ve come to terms with the fact that nobody’s family is perfect. I’ve found the contentment I was searching for. Following graduation, and a few years as a News Producer, I landed my first Reporter gig! A couple years later I won an Emmy Award for my work.

Emmy Award Winning Writer

In 2009, I handed over the mic and stepped out from behind the camera to venture forth on a new journey. Where? I wasn’t sure. But, the lifestyle of running out the door as a building catches fire or asking to interview a mother after her child passes away, was not something I wanted to do for the rest of my life. After a couple years working in sales, I found my home. I loved finding old vintage pieces and making them pretty! I loved taking old junk and finding a new purpose for them! I loved junk!

If Loving Junk is Wrong, I Don't Want to be Right!!

And I loved to write!! So when I discovered the world of blogging, I knew I had found home. I found a place where my roots, rusty or not, could blossom! A place where I could create beauty and share it with the world. And make friends who could share their great ideas too!

So, if lovin’ junk is your kind ‘a thing… and you’re up for salvaging some memories along the way, then hop on board! This train is off on an adventure!!

Wanna dig up more dirt on my roots?!? Here’s a little something to wet your whistle!!

Until next time friends… remember

Beauty Stems from Rusted Roots

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Until next time, let us remember..

Beauty Stems from Rusted Roots

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