Tucked
into a cozy corner of the Great Smokey Mountains, Whispering Winds describes
itself as “a place of escape and imagination. There is no TV, no phones,
and no Wi-Fi portals to demand your attention. It is a grown-up version
of a little girl’s playhouse, a true 3-level Victorian, with Wicker furniture
on the wrap around porches and beautiful views of the Smokies. At Whispering
Winds you are truly in a ‘quiet place,’ but... only minutes from Gatlinburg,
Pigeon Forge, Sevierville, and the Super Scrapbook Store. Get the girls
together and spend a weekend, a couple of days, or a whole week and work on
your scrapbooks, go shopping, relax on the porch, or just curl up and read a
book. It is your time! Call today to reserve your scrapbook getaway!”
They go
on in their description: “Sometimes the most dedicated scrapbooker or stamper
needs a break from all the creativity, so we opened up ‘The Pink Room.’ We have
filled it with comfortable chairs and loveseats, soft pillows, warm throws, a
TV, and a library filled with girlie things such as love stories, murder
mysteries, and chick flicks. The perfect place to curl up, wind down and
regroup. PJ’s and warm fuzzy socks are encouraged!
I’ve added
some sugary testimonials from somewhat imagined guests:
“Three
words: I Love you, Whispering Winds. What a dream weekend we had! When we
weren’t scrapping, we were enjoying tea on the porch, pastry in the living room
and the scent of skunk in the pines. That weekend went by so fast. I wish
weekends lasted three weeks long. We left some personalized chip clips for your
other guests. I also left a yellow stocking under the bed or maybe hung in the
bathroom, but it really doesn’t matter, I have the matching one. Love you guys
to death! Will return soon with freshly made blueberry muffins! – The Walla
Walla Girlz
“It was
Judy’s idea to take our scrapbooking pastime to the next level and turn it into
a five-day romp. Frankly, Judy has lots of ideas and some of them are worth
ignoring like that one about starting a miniature raccoon zoo where the
raccoons wear different outfits like little knitted gloves and red raincoats.
But Judy did hit the billy goat square in the nose when she said we all
deserved a full weekend scrapbooking. Next time, Samantha and I have dibs on
the Secret Garden Room. It’s not that I mind rooming with Judy, it’s just that
she loudly quotes Pastor Joel Osteen in her sleep. The peanut butter cookies
y’all made were delicious. I guess I just wish Judy hadn’t eaten all but one.
Love you guys. Will return soon.” – Rhonda, Samantha & Judy, Belfast,
Arkansas
“I spend
most of my weekends shopping at Burlington. They have a wide selection. The
kids always need a lot of things. I also craft my own jam and jelly. I am a
crafter and scrapbooker bar none. So when Shawna, one of the sweetest ladies in
the playgroup, suggested we spend a weekend at your enchanting inn, I jumped at
the chance. And Carl said it was fine. He wanted to take the boys shootin’
anyways. Your place is so cute and I like that you don’t allow pets because I
hate dogs. I been bit by dogs and I had them look at me all funny before and I
just don’t care for ‘em at all. There were no dogs all weekend and I was able
to update my patriot scrapbook and start my new apple sauce recipe scrapbook
and I thank you for the calm paradise that you provided.” – Janus, Leavenworth,
Kansas
“In
addition to my unyielding passion for scrapbooking my life’s story, I have the
deepest affection for handmade soap. To me, there is nothing in this world more
comforting than a milk bath and lathering myself with whipwillow blossom, periwinkle
or Genevieve handmade soap, curling up with a Nicholas Sparks tome and dreaming
of romance with Garth, my beloved. It was a blissful vacation. Though, Garth is
nuts about the Tennessee Woodchucks. So I guess after we get married, future
holidays will be about tailgating and turkey sandwiches. But that won’t stop
me from fantasizing about the heavenly time I spent scrappin’ and stampin’ in
my purple pony pajamas at your glorious retreat.” – Darlene, Munfordville,
Kentucky
“I was
all set to spend my vacation working on my three volume scrapbook that I call
‘The Word of God.’ It contains pictures of my precious grandchildren, some of
my favorite Biblical verses in elegant calligraphy, unused Macy’s coupons and a
drawing of Jehovah himself from my five year old niece, Catie. But I was shocked
that during the flight, something red and devilish was spilled on my scrapbook,
desiccating the verses, making them appear to be the word of Beelzebub. One
heading that had previously mentioned the heavenly wildebeest and the burning
bush was transformed into a Satanic scrawl that clearly read, ‘Mutilate Horse
Brain Burn House of Lemons Obama Putrefaction.’ I have no idea how Satan made
his way into my scrapbook, but I cast him out! I purged those pages and while
attending your local Apple Valley Baptist Church was able to reconsecrate my
scrapbook with the ever-loving grace of our lord.” -- Connie Lumpkin, Georgia
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good lord, let me plan my next getaway now!!
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