About Megan Webb

http://woodstockpeace.com

I am a 20-something year old, a wife, a mom, a friend, an adventurist, an optimist, a creator, a musician, an artist and a dreamer. I love God, and I love the potential I see in people. Maybe I can inspire that potential in you and bring about some smiles along the way. What I don't want this space to be is a place where I reap glorification. The only reason I have the ability to do the things I do is because of The Creator. Understand that I will probably make many mistakes and might fail a time or two. But I am ok with that, and hopefully you will be too.

Posts by Megan Webb:

Bathroom Re-do

Guys (I mean ladies)… my bathroom is the worst. The wall paper is ALMOST unbearable, but fortunately I have a vintage spirit. The tile is coming up, but was really cute at one time (back in the 70’s). The sink and toilet are ancient and gross, but the reality is, we can’t do anything about it. We cannot afford to renovate the bathroom (like the rest of our house needs), so we have just kinda ignored it for the past two years, using it solely for function.

Yesterday, out of no where, a spark inside my soul inspired me to re-do the bathroom as best as I could, to make it a more enjoyable space.

It cost nothing. I simply took some stuff out, did some cleaning, and grabbed stuff from around the house to decorate it with.

Here are some pics pre- creativity.

Ugh… so sad. That metal thing makes me want to barf.

That white thing was at one time very useful, for our bathroom in Greer, SC had no cabinets, and was so small that you could crap and brush your teeth at the same time.

Ok, so here are the after pics. It’s not ideal obviously, but it is so much better! Now I actually don’t mind spending time in there doing my hair or taking a bath.

I have a problem with hair bands. I SUCK at keeping them in the same spot. It’s been a struggle my whole life, and much like bobby pins, I will start out with a pack of 100 and be rid of them after 4 months. Well no more! Since the wall paper is old and going to peel off at any moment now, I decided to just hot glue these babies to the wall. Now my hair bands are organized, and I feel encouraged to put them back where they belong.

I love me a ball jar, ya’ll. That tiny jar once held baby food. I knew they’d come in handy, and now they are the home of my bobby pins. We’ll see how that goes. I’m skeptical. Bobby pins are like pogs. They just disappear and no one ever knows where they went.

I took this painting out of my craft room, cause Lord knows that’s decorated enough. I found that tin jar at a local thrift store months ago, and it is inconspicuously resting on a phone jack.

These pictures came out of a Tinker Bell story book I bought at a thrift store a year ago. I loved the art and knew it would serve a purpose eventually (Plus, I secretly love tinker bell…. don’t judge).

My toiletry holder for when we go out of town.

Isn’t it soooo much better? Like I said, it’s not ideal, and colors clash all over the place. But now it feels like MY bathroom. And I’m a pretty colorful/chaotic person, so it suites me.

Are you happy with your bathroom? What would you change about it?

My Style: New Glasses!

Well, I got a new pair of specs! I can’t find my wayfarers (honestly, I know they are in my house but I haven’t really looked) and there was a coupon on facebook for a free pair of glasses from Coastal, so I decided to take advantage.

Ya’ll… I got these beautiful brown and pink cat eye glasses that were originally $115, for $15 dollars, which was the price of shipping and handling. Win for me!

I decided to be bold and go for the cat-eye frame, but remained conservative on the curve as to not be too extreme. I thought this color would compliment my skin well. I’m really happy about my choice, and now I can see again!

Break All My Bones Part 1

I’ve been experiencing a new kind of faith the past week and a half. It has been the most painful, exhausting, liberating and eye-opening 9 days of my life. And I saw my dad being trampled by police on the news once. I saw a man get dragged underneath my car 50 feet and almost die in front of my eyes.

These things pale in comparison.

I know that this journey of freedom will be longer than just these past 9 days, so I am going to do a series of posts that touch on what I’ve been going through, sin, our innate crookedness, the pathetic yet enticing lies of Satan and God’s overwhelming and death-conquering glory.

Hold on to your butts.

Here’s a bunch of words I wrote after small group on Wednesday, the 15th of August. Little did I know God was going to start answering this plea just a few days later.

I lived a life of whores, found five lovers and even more.

There’s nothing that you tell me you’ve done, that I haven’t done before.

In my heart, sin has dwelt since the dawn of Eve’s choice. 

Dining with the dead, entertaining a lively corpse. 

Break all of my bones if you have to, and rip them right out.

Don’t leave a spec of sin,  not one single solitary doubt.

Take from me this flesh, and replace it with your spirit.

Pull my sides right off, I don’t care if it’s a bloody mess.

Breathe into me breath, and pull me out of this pretty grave.

I can’t live another second, as a zombie and as a slave.

I may not have any sides, but now I am finally alive.