Tosha Profile

A big, big welcome!

My name is Tosha Schiffli.  So glad you stopped by, friend.  Welcome to My Mom’s Junk!  I started this blog when I inherited a garage full of junk from my neurotic but lovable Mom.  She is a hoarder and collects clutter like 10-year-old boys collect Pokemon cards.  There was 30 years worth of stuff to go through.  We laughed…”Umm…what was she thinking?  She saved my Motley Crue posters?!?” we cried…”I cannot believe she did not take care of this.  It’s worth a fortune!  We persevered: “Look at what I found!  I cannot believe it!”  She divided her belongings between my sister, an interior decorator who had just moved back from LA (who says she traded “Manolos for manure”), my newly divorced baby brother, and myself.  They turned up their nose at most of the stuff I wanted. To them, it looked like junk.   It was, but I transformed them piece-by-piece.  I started posting my before and afters online.  The rest, as they say, is history.  Recently, My Mom’s Junk has evolved into something much, much more.  It is a place for me to create, share inspiration, and stories about my crazy, beautiful family.  If you are new to My Mom’s Junk, please check out my latest projects here, get a good laugh here, a little inspiration here, and some yummy recipes here.

I ‘m so crafty; I make people!

A little bit about me.  I am a stay at home mommy of 6, wife to one.  We homeschool all of them except one (my daughter Willow, who has Autism.)   My husband Chris and I are raising our busy family in Tulsa, Oklahoma surrounded by our family, friends, and Fun-In-Laws.  There is no “ordinary day” in our home.  Every day brings new blessings, surprises, and challenges.  My life is crazy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Most nights, I am up late creating something or reading from my ever-expanding collection of DIY and decorating magazines.  I’m obsessed.

I come from a family where gravy is considered a beverage-Erma Bombeck.  

In my cooking section, I will be sharing my family’s recipes.  My son Landon who is nine years old is already a passionate cook.  So there will be a ton of “kid friendly” recipes and tips on cooking with kids.  My cooking is by no means healthy, and I have the love handles to prove it.  I desperately want to get back in my size six jeans but pasta, I can’t quit you!  Our cooking is family friendly, simple, and easy on your budget.  I do not do step by step.  Why do what a fellow Oklahoman, Ree Drummond,  already does so well?  Besides, that would mean I would have to clean my kitchen or spend hours trying to keep my kids away from the food.  Both would make me crazy.  Nobody wants that.  We created a Vintage Photo and Recipe Swap that is so much fun.  It is like a massive, online family cookbook and I encourage you to submit to it.  I contribute to it, and it is open to bloggers and non-bloggers alike.  With an extended family of my size and the regular contributions, it is one area of my blog that I know will never suffer from writer’s block.

Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy-tale.

In the inspiration section, I post pictures and stories about my faith, raising a large family, and life with Autism.  My upbringing was not traditional by any stretch of the imagination.  So I’ve had to learn as I go.  We have had many challenges during our 19 year marriage. I hope I can give encouragement to my readers who are dealing with life’s difficulties, as well.  Our daughter Willow was born with a congenital heart defect, diagnosed with Autism at 2, and last year had back surgery to correct severe scoliosis.  There are many, many Autism blogs on the web.  My Mom’s Junk is not an Autism blog, per say.  My perspective is unique from the standpoint that I am raising a large family, by today’s standards.  All of our challenges, our blessings, and laughs are bigger.

After nourishment, shelter, and companionship, stories are the thing we need most in the world. -Philip Pullman

My Tall Tales section is the part of my website that makes me the proudest.  My father, a country Veterinarian, is a master storyteller.  I grew up listening to his side-splitting stories about growing up in his family’s Oklahoma ranch and life as a country Vet.  He is James Herriot, Grizzly Adams, and the absent-minded professor all rolled into one.  My husband Chris could give him a run for his money.  He has the gift of storytelling, as well.  We’ll be posting our old stories on this part of the blog and sharing new ones along the way.  The title pays homage to our tall stature: Chris is 6’6 and I’m 5’10.