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“National Bestseller—New York Times, USA Today, Publisher’s Weekly, Wall Street Journal”
The funny and talented Chip Gaines is well known to millions of people as a TV star, renovation expert, bestselling author, husband to Joanna, and father of five in Waco, Texas. But long before the world took notice, Chip was a serial entrepreneur who was always ready for the next challenge, even if it didn’t quite work out as planned. Whether it was buying a neighborhood laundromat or talking a bank into a loan for some equipment to start a lawn-mowing service, Chip always knew that the most important thing was to take that first step.
Now a #1 New York Times bestselling book, Capital Gaines offers readers a ringside seat as Chip relives some of his craziest antics and the lessons learned along the way. His mentors taught him to never give up and his family showed him what it meant to always have a positive attitude despite your circumstances. Throw in a natural daredevil personality and a willingness to do (or eat!) just about anything, and you have the life and daily activity of Chip Gaines.
Capital Gaines is the perfect book for anyone looking to succeed not only in business but more importantly in life.
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About the Author
Chip Gaines and his wife, Joanna Gaines, are co-founders and co-owners of Magnolia Homes, Magnolia Market, and Magnolia Realty in Waco, Texas.
Chip was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico and was raised in the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. He graduated from Baylor University’s Hankamer School of Business with a degree in marketing. An entrepreneur by nature, he started and sold many small businesses before Magnolia. Having grown up spending time on his granddad’s ranch in North Texas, Chip became a true cowboy at heart. He says he was made for hard labor and always preferred digging ditches to academic pursuits.
Chip loves life with his five kiddos and is head over heels for Joanna. Hand in hand is exactly how Chip prefers to work, which makes Fixer Upper even more fun to watch, and he enjoys seeing his and Joanna’s passions merge to complement and serve one another.
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FAILURE TO LAUNCH
I was a normal kid as far as I knew. I didn't feel any different from the kids in my first-grade class. I rode the bus just like everyone else, traded baseball cards during recess, and never let my mom send me to school with a sack lunch on pizza day.
Despite the striking similarities between my classmates and me, one simple fact set us apart: I had yet to learn my ABCs. In case you accidentally glossed over that first paragraph, I was in the first grade. I wasn't three or four. I was seven and a half years old. Yet here I was, struggling to read basic sentences.
The first-grade teachers at my elementary school split their classes into four different reading groups. At first, I didn't think anything of it. They were just different teams with cool bird mascots. There were the Eagles, the Falcons, the Blue Jays, and of course the mighty Penguins — the group I was a proud member of. I was the only Penguin in Mrs. Redding's class, although there were definitely a few others scattered throughout the first grade. I'm not sure exactly how she decided who went into which group, but I do know that when it was time to read, the Penguins were ushered out of our individual classrooms and into the gym. And just so you're getting the full picture here: it was a great big gymnasium holding about fifteen kids, some of whom had been diagnosed with actual learning disabilities .
I knew it wasn't "normal" that I couldn't read yet, but it never occurred to me that it was something to be embarrassed about. It's possible that the other kids in my class made fun of me as soon as I skipped off to the gym, but if they did, I never knew it. In fact, the thought of that happening never really crossed my mind. My positive outlook has blinded me to plenty of things over the years. Maybe it also protected me at times from the things that I didn't need to see.
Have you ever heard the phrase looking at the world through rose-colored glasses? Well, if there ever were a poster child for this, it would have been me. And even now, I am just fine seeing the world through these lenses. This typically leads me to see the best in people rather than the worst.
I've always had the ability to play things to the positive. Here's how that mind-set played out back in first grade. Kids can be cruel. So looking back, there's a decent chance that at least one of the kids in my class was calling me names while I was off learning to recite my ABCs. But rather than think about these possibilities, I was excited that I was invited to the gym in the first place. Honored even. Look, any chance I got to go to the gymnasium was a win in my book. I loved getting to see the other Penguins. We really only got good time together on Thursday afternoons from one until two forty-five. I'd walk in there and be like, "Whaaat? Where have you guys been? Wait, do you get to hang out in the gym all week? How did you score that? Luckies!"
Looking back, I'm not sure if the act of labeling our group as Penguins was random or not, but the symbolism isn't lost on me. All the other bird species in my first-grade reading class could fly — except penguins. Penguins are flightless birds. But that doesn't mean they're "less than." They're actually incredible birds. They do exactly what they're made to do. So while I was happy as a lark to be a Penguin, I sure hope my gym mates never let that label define them. I hope they realized that despite the fact that penguins can't fly, they can do something those other birds can't do.
Penguins can swim.
Some of the greatest success stories of all time come from people who were misunderstood or even miscategorized. Maybe their strengths weren't noticed or valued. Perhaps they got a slow start or went about things in an unusual manner. They somehow didn't fit into the world's narrow definition of what constitutes achievement or success. Here are just a few of them.
I really could share stories like those all day long. They're my favorite kinds of biographies to read and the types of tales I can't help but recount to anyone who will listen. The journey of some underdog slugging and fighting all the way to the top against all odds is infinitely more inspiring to me than the story of a golden child who was born with all the right stuff.
So maybe Mrs. Redding and the other first-grade teachers were on to something. Maybe they intentionally categorized my gym buddies and me as Penguins because they saw something unique in us. Or maybe this is just the way my mind works. I've got a glass-half-full outlook on life. I tend to believe I can truly do or be anything. There are no limits to the things I believe I can accomplish. So yeah, I have a low tolerance for people who tend to disqualify themselves from ever amounting to much before they even try or for people who are constantly their own worst critic.
I realize you didn't sign up for a motivational speaking course, but I'm going to take some liberties here and suggest that if there are external voices telling you that you're nothing special or that you'll never amount to anything, you should probably choose some different people to surround yourself with. And if that unkind voice is your own, I'd like to encourage you to start challenging those thoughts.
You were uniquely created for a purpose. I have no clue what that purpose is for you specifically, but I am perfectly confident that you do, in fact, have one. And you would be wise to stop being your own biggest obstacle. Your purpose is just like mine. It's big, and it's important, and there's no one else anywhere on the planet who can fulfill it.
So quit jacking around and go get after it.
THE BOYS OF SUMER
I have spent 50 percent of my life throwing a baseball. And not just throwing, but also hitting, taking infield and outfield, and working on the fundamentals of the game. My cleats, my glove, my hat, and that number-16 jersey are the only uniform I've ever known. At one point in my life I genuinely thought sunflower seeds were a major food group.
I didn't care what I wore to class in high school or even college. I could've shown up half-dressed and probably wouldn't have thought twice about it. But the way I cared for every part of that red, white, and blue baseball uniform was a different story — it epitomized my love for the game.
I spent a good chunk of time trying to get my baseball hat to fit just right. To help shape the bill, I would bend it incessantly and wrap multiple rubber bands around it. Then I would run it through the dishwasher a couple of times to make it more pliable. This was a good starting point, but I had to mess with that bill constantly to get it perfect. And that was just the hat.
Before a game, I would spend time scrubbing the grass stains out of my pants to make sure they were bright white. I figured that the cleaner my uniform was going into the game, the more evident my hard work would be afterward. It was like a scorecard to me; the state of my pants by the ninth inning was a direct reflection of how hard I'd played that day. If they were truly filthy, bloody even, I knew I had left everything out there on the field.
And my glove was a whole other story. It was like an extension of myself. Something about it was just magic to me. When I put it on, I felt invincible, like the whole world was at my feet. When I was a kid, my dad had a sporting-goods store, and you can imagine the type of playground it was for sports enthusiasts like Dad and me. I'm telling you, I grew up in that little store. Come spring, my favorite tradition was going to pick out my new glove. I remember trying on every last glove in the shop, and Dad and I would weigh out the pros and cons of each particular one.
Actually landing on which glove to go with was just the beginning, though. The fun part was breaking it in. I'd get home and immediately rub oil into the palm to soften up the leather. I'd start hitting it, fistto-the-mitt style, trying to get it right. This could go on for hours. The final trick was to roll it up like you would a newspaper, put a ball inside of it, and then tuck it away under the mattress for the night. The anticipation of waking up the next morning to go try out the new glove for the first time made it almost impossible to sleep. Literally, as soon as the sun even thought about rising, I was out in the front yard breaking in my glove with Dad. We'd toss a ball back and forth, trying to decide how many more nights I'd need to sleep with it under my mattress before it was game ready.
I poured my entire life into that game. Baseball was the center of my universe, this one singular activity around which everything else orbited: school, family, friends, church, weekends, and any amount of free time that I had. Baseball somehow managed to take precedence, and everything else fell in line after it. The only reason I even tried in school was so that I could make the grades to play baseball. Education was simply a means to an end.
When baseball was going well, my life was going well. But as soon as one thing went wrong, it seemed as though other areas of my life started to fall apart at the seams. It was a snowball effect, a chain reaction. So I pushed hard to make sure that every aspect of the game was perfect. There was literally no room for error.
My dad — a consistent, persistent, and faithful coach — was right there with me every step of the way. He taught me that if I would do the hard work and never quit, I would be successful. Dad had played college football, and he was as passionate about his sport as I was about mine. He would have loved for me to be more excited about football, but baseball was my thing. I chose it, and Dad got on board with me 100 percent. I can't tell you how much I respect him for setting aside his own wishes for mine. His support drove me to work even harder. He encouraged me to hit farther, run faster, and throw harder.
In light of my dad's high expectations, I pushed myself more and more. I woke up earlier and stayed up later. I was dedicated to my dream of playing baseball, and he was my biggest cheerleader. Nothing compared to the satisfaction of making my dad proud. And now, being on the other side of things, I get it. Nothing beats getting to see the smile on any of my kids' faces when one of them gets a hit or steals second.
Baseball was this incredible opportunity, a conduit really, for Dad and me to develop a deep relationship with each other. We spent hours together every single day. The only problem was that we artificially attached ourselves and our relationship to this sport, this one activity. The bond between us was completely built on baseball. It was our cornerstone, the factor on which everything else was based. Love and pride and encouragement were all contingent on how well I played every single game. Literally game by game.
If I was firing on all cylinders, Dad couldn't have been prouder. We'd high-five and recount every play for hours, reminiscing, on cloud nine. But if things didn't go so well, the subsequent hours would look a little different. We'd drive home from the ball field in complete silence. Dad would sometimes storm into the house, slamming the door behind him. And I clearly remember thinking, My dad doesn't love me because of the way I just played. I wasn't able to separate my performance from Dad's feelings toward me. Back then, our relationship just hadn't developed beyond the expectation of a perfect performance in the game.
Looking back now, I realize these two things:
1. My dad wanted to be with me. We both loved sports. So if there was a sport to play, he was right there by my side, playing it with me or, at the very least, cheering me on.
2. My father wanted me to be the very best. The very, very best. And I love him for that. My dad didn't really have a dad. He was very young when his father chose to leave the family. So every idea my dad had about how to be a father came either from a book or from some other man he looked up to. Without having a direct example of his own, he just expected of me what he assumed other dads expected from their sons. Or maybe, in his heart, he was just paying me the attention he wished his old man would have paid him, had he chosen to stick around.
I know without a doubt that my dad loved me and was proud of me and did his very best to be a good father. So I'm not complaining. But Dad and I both had a little growing to do, because a relationship centered around just one thing hits drawbacks.
Especially when that one thing goes away.
I've heard that about 6 percent of high school baseball players actually play college ball. And then, of those lucky few, only 8 percent get drafted into the major leagues. I'm no mathematician, but that had to make my chances of playing professional baseball less than half of a percent. But I didn't care. I still lived and breathed that game. To me there was no scenario in which I didn't end up playing college ball and then going pro, no matter what the odds were.
Toward the end of high school, everyone I knew was working hard to build a hefty college application portfolio. They were taking internships, joining academic clubs and debate teams, running for class treasurer (the more easily achieved class officer position), and, on top of all that, going on numerous obligatory college visits.
But not me. I was doing one thing and one thing only: playing baseball. Baseball was my trajectory. It was my plan A, and there was no plan B.
As it turned out, all those hours and days and years of practicing paid off. I actually beat the odds and made it onto a college team. It was surreal to finally be walking into the dream that I had imagined for so long, playing ball for Baylor University in Waco, Texas. But let's not celebrate too soon, because in my sophomore year I was cut, just like that, with no warning whatsoever.
The news hit me like a sucker punch to the gut. And in the following months, I fell into something I can only describe as a deep depression.
The only dream I'd ever had was crushed. The weight of that held me down for the better part of a year.
There are lots of people who don't dream big enough dreams. That has never been my problem. My problem was that my dream was actually too big for me. And when that dream was lost, I was lost too. Dozens of well-meaning friends and family members suggested possible alternatives to help move me beyond my funk. Every single recommendation — all of them — fell flat. I wasn't having any of it.
But hiding away in my dorm room, fooling myself into believing I wasn't made to do anything other than play a game, wasn't going to work forever. Apparently there's a cap to the amount of self-pity time a person gets, because one morning I woke up and realized it was time to snap out of it. The time had come for me to get on with my life.
It wasn't long after that that I remember sitting in a business class and looking out the window at a man riding on a lawn mower. I was mesmerized as I watched the blades of freshly cut grass billow up into the air. Then I thought, That guy has it all figured out. Why am I sitting in here learning concepts and hypothetical business principles while he is out there grabbing the bull by the horns and actually making it happen ?
It's those seemingly small, fortifying moments in our lives that often end up being the instrumental ones. So as the second hand hit the twelve and signaled the end of class, I closed my spiral notebook, zipped up my backpack, turned my hat around backward, and walked out the door.
I marched right toward that landscaper, confident that he alone held the answers that would save me from my agony and floundering. While I was questioning him a little about his job, I noticed he seemed a bit caught off guard by my interest in his work. I imagined that what he felt in that moment was similar to the way I'd felt in the classroom so many times before. I related to feeling completely unprepared to handle questions fired off by probing professors. After beating around the bush for too long and asking him stupid questions about mowing grass, I was finally able to pry out of him how I'd go about getting a job from the company he worked for.
It wasn't as easy as one might think to get hired by a landscaping company, but I eventually sealed the deal. But let's fast-forward past me mowing a bunch of lawns to the good part.
It was early August when the owner of the landscaping company I'd been working for took me aside to talk. He told me that he thought it would be smart for me to start my own landscaping business. Without even meaning to, he drew the same type of confidence out of me that I'd felt when a coach or my dad would call me out and give me advice or encouragement.
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Table of Contents
Foreword by Joanna Gaines, ix,
Author's Note, xi,
PART 1: A TIME TO LEARN,
CHAPTER 1 Failure to Launch, 3,
CHAPTER 2 The Boys of Summer, 7,
CHAPTER 3 Lost in Translation, 17,
CHAPTER 4 Leave and Cleave, 33,
CHAPTER 5 Wrecked, 43,
INTERMISSION: Scarface: A Mini-mercial, 51,
PART 2: A TIME TO GROW,
CHAPTER 6 Fear-less, 61,
CHAPTER 7 Baby Steps, 71,
CHAPTER 8 Growing Pains, 83,
CHAPTER 9 The Long Game, 97,
CHAPTER 10 Wacko, Texas, 105,
CHAPTER 11 Scrappy Is as Scrappy Does, 113,
PART 3: A TIME TO BUILD,
CHAPTER 12 Never Quit Your Day Dream, 123,
CHAPTER 13 Season Finale, 129,
CHAPTER 14 Team of Rivals, 143,
CHAPTER 15 The Runway, 155,
CHAPTER 16 Go Get 'Em, 161,
Write It Down Here Right Now, 171,
From the Desk of Chip Gaines, 179,
About the Author, 191,
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is pure Chip. Hang in there for the surprises and heartfelt stuff in the end of the book. Written as though Chip is talking directly to you. I found his love for his family, employees, and most of all how he is guided by his faith in God to be truly admirable. How refreshing to see a hard working man who values his faith and family and is ready to make choices that put them first. He really hits his stride in the later chapters. You can feel the emotion in his writing gets stronger as the book goes on. Any Fixer Upper watcher will like this.
Capital Gaines is a memoir and inspirational story about Chip Gaines and his life including details about the businesses he's run throughout the years. This is not my typical read but I knew I had to try it since I love their show Fixer Upper. The story explains a bit about Chip and Joanna Gaines past when they first started dating as well as some of Chip's childhood. It was refreshing to learn that he's always had a very strong motivation to chase his dreams whether it be playing baseball or being an entrepreneur. It shows a bit of humor on some of Chip's antics and the struggles they've faced along their ways when there were housing market lulls. It pushed home that if you set to mind on something you will find a way through it all, you just have to be determined. I did find it inspirational, more so than I expected and I'm really glad I read this novel. If you're a fan of their show or want to learn more about them I'd suggest getting this book. I plan on getting their other book, The Magnolia Story, from my library soon.
With a little bit of adventure, a little bit of humor and a lot of genuine down to earth life lessons. My word is "Scrappy". If you read the book, then you'll discover what I mean. Makes me wanna sit up and notice how much beauty there is in this world. This book is pretty fast moving and I was thru it in just 3 days. It held my attention because it grabbed my heart not just my head. It drew me into a new way of thinking that says, "When you fail, you actually win." You’ll want to grab a copy for yourself! I received a copy of this book in exchange for my honest review.
TV personality, Chip Gaines, treats us all to a very transparent look at his life of entrepreneurship. In this book, he shares many successes and failures he has in starting many businesses, growing relationships with those he works with, life as a husband, father and son. He is a shining example of a man of faith and hard work ethics. His heavy emphasis of being an encourager to those he meets and works with, along with his beaming personality, allows him to be a “launching pad” for others. He emphasizes so many good traits for all of us. I recommend this book, especially for anyone looking to start a business, to learn especially how to develop relationships with those you work with. I received a copy of this book from Thomas Nelson – W Publishing through Netgalley for my unbiased review.
CAPTIAL GAINS- Smart Things I Learned Doing Stupid Stuff by Chip Gaines is a good book BUT it really is a guy book. His story about the journey to his success in business and family are tales I believe many men can relate to. As I read the book I kept thinking of all the married men I knew who could have, benefitied from this book years ago. I also developed a new respect for his wife Jo. It is rare that what you see on television reflects reality but apparently that is the beauty of their success- the Gaines family are as you see them. What is important to understand in this 184 page book is that Chip is a man of faith. Faith in God is the underspoken theme within this book that begins with a desire to improve his working relatioship with his Spanish speaking business associates. Even though I think this book is for the guys women can glean a lot from the positive influence Joanna had on Chip’s life even before they were married. She is a very intelligent woman and the two of them make a great team. For me this book was not about the stupid stuff Chip did but how he allowed his mistakes to become lessons in what not to do. We all make mistakes, very few people would right a great book about it. Written by Marsha L F Randolph Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through the BookLook Bloggers book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”
Really, is there anything the Gaineses CAN'T do?? I was just at Magnolia a couple weeks ago, so this book was especially intriguing to me. To get an inside peek at the mind behind the hit show Fixer Upper and Magnolia Market???? Yes please! This book will not disappoint! In typical Chip Gaines fashion, you will find yourself laughing out loud, learning a lot and wanting to better appreciate the little things in life. Chip shares how he got to where he is, the hard work that he devoted his life to, the mentors who helped him along the way and of course the family who has supported him through every crazy step he took. This is an awesome book, and one I'll be sharing with friends and family for sure!!
I really enjoyed getting inside of Chip's head and seeing where the magic comes from. I loved learning more about how he built the life and business he has now. I love his wit and humor throughout the book. This is about how Chip made a lot of mistakes growing up in business and the lessons he has learned from those mistakes. Chip's a very humble guy on TV and his book comes across the same way. He's funny, but smart in all the ways that count. Definite must read if you love Fixer Upper and the Gaines!
One of my guilty pleasures in life is watching "Fixer-Upper" with Chip & Joanna Gaines. My dear spouse loves Joanna, her designs, and her relationship med Chip, often not understanding why she puts up with his shenanigans whereas I love Chip, his (often silly) jokes and his goofing around with the crew. The transformations of the homes that they work on are amazing and he makes me laugh more than most other shows on television. This book tells us a bit more about their beginnings, both individually and together, not always all of it a blow-away success all the time. It is a very good read and there are many lessons to be learned and as the title tells us that Chip learned while doing stupid (and sometimes not-quite-so-stupid) stuff. If you are a fan of the show, you will probably like this book too.
This book feels like a personal letter written but Chip to you. He talks to the reader in such a way that you feel like he really has you best interest at heart even though he has never met you. I read his other book that he wrote with his wife a few months ago and thought this might be the same stories but it really wasn't. It is a fresh take on Chip's life that is filled with determination and inspiration. The other book is more of a time line of events and how they got to be where they are now and this book encourages you to go out and be the best person you can be. I loved that he cited his statistic and stories in the back of the book. You can tell that he wants to have as much transparency as possible. He just wants everyone to work together and make the world a better place. A place were we can all be happy and have fun together. I would highly recommend this book even if you have never heard of Chip Gaines.