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…a journey towards homesteading

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a peek within a home


the Desert Rose is in for the Winter

I’ve been gone a while, but don’t you fret, it’s only Seasonal Depression at it’s best.

Matthew and I have been contemplating our future and laying out a 5 year plan. This got me to thinking of our future home together, so naturally, I scour the internet for future home ideas (shout out to Pinterest and The Selby).
The Selby website lets you peer into others homes, which is something I love. It might sound creepy, but it is.
I completely love seeing other’s knickknacks and cubbies, cabinets and closets.

So, why not let you see mine?

Keep your eyelids open, and enjoy.


Ishmael is yearning for warmth. Sunlight will do.

omNomNOM (24hr broth; Ricotta Spinach Tart; Quesadilla fixin's)

(24hr broth; Ricotta Spinach Tart; Quesadilla fixin’s)

re-purposed bookshelves into a pantry

re-purposed bookshelves into a pantry

in the dry cabinet

in the dry cabinet




a favorite cookbook

a favorite cookbook

ship's a sailin'

ship’s a sailin’


a few sketches

a few sketches


lvrm window

why yes that is a scarf acting as a curtain. Don’t mind the bunny ears.

this set up was promptly destroyed after babybug's nap

this set up was promptly destroyed after babybug’s nap

and to relax

and to relax

I too need to do laundry

I too need to do laundry

ceramic jewelry box

ceramic jewelry box

No, my house wasn’t this clean all at once, not with a toddler in the house. These photos were taken periodically within a week, when parts of my house were clean(er). No shame.




A New Beginning to an Old Town (dailyprompt)

Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us BEGINNING.

May 6th was a Monday. Moving day for us, our family. After living in Kansas City for 2 years I had my own family all of a sudden, and this year we chose to move back to my hometown.
There’s a reason I moved away, in 2011. Actually, many’a’reasons. To summarize: Baggage and a New Experience.
I’ve lived my whole life and had thousands of different relationships, all of different dynamics all within the 45 square miles of my hometown.  I considered myself a bit of mentally unstable for even considering to move back.
In Kansas City, my family lived directly in front of a very well kept city park, with miles of walking trails, multiple fountains and play equipment. We were blocks away from the quirky bar and boutique district of town and one small mile from a shopping Plaza and urbanized creek.  We had an amazing view of the city from our top floor apartment and lived far enough from the traffic, yet plenty close. A Puppet-House is still currently being built in front of the apartment complex. I’m sure you’re wondering why I would even consider the move.
To summarize: convenience. LittleChicken was 7 months old and requires resources on top of expensive resources. We were also looking for more room at a similar rent and a bit less of a commute.
The the new beginning in my old hometown has been somewhat fruitful. When house-hunting I reached out and stumbled upon a home for sale, soon up for rent, along a parkway with miles of walking trail and a playground just 2 blocks south on the trail.  The house also has the luxury of being residential only on one side. Portions of the city park are directly across from our home, which leaves us a nice green field across the street  that happens to be sloped at the perfect angle to sled safely down after snowfall, with a one-year-old. As I type, I spot five yellowing maple trees and another turning crimson along the parkway.
When moving in, we chose the largest U-Haul, which proved to be a feat to maneuver. While parking the truck in the grey drizzle, our new neighbor appears on his front porch with urgency in his eyes. He takes a quick trip to introduce himself and convinces Matt he does indeed have the ability to back the 26ft U-Hall to the front steps. Little did we know, this grey haired man in the flannel jacket would become an amazing friend, along with his wife.  And surely enough, with our neighbors guidance Matt did back the 26 foot truck right onto our front stairs.
In all, the move is still a toss-up. The neighborhood is lovely, but living here doesn’t come without it’s old haunts. I miss the anonymity of going into a grocery store and not knowing a single soul. But I love the ability to walk into any bar and greet old friends. Soon I’m beginning a new journey in my old home town. A friend of mine and I are now Local Chapter Leaders of a women’s group: I Am That GIrl. I’ll be meeting new women from all around the area in the weeks to come.
Maybe a new beginning to an old town is what I needed, if just for a little bit.



away from home | Inkbell
Daily Prompt: First! | Under the Monkey Tree
our bodies are made | y
Bottles | Tess Arts
Ordering a drink in the buff… | thoughtsofrkh
Dawning of My Blog | tuckedintoacorner
how i found my visual handwriting | Between the lines





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Autumn Swept Us Up.

Dancing foliage and marigold yellow sunlight is definitely in the atmosphere. It’s a spectacular fall day. Every single not-stuck window in our house is open as much as it can be. The recent harvest moon was even bright. And the cold, crisp mornings? The windows may not be open as much, but you bet your fanny I’m freezing out the living room, specifically so I can curl up in the fuzziest of blankets  and let the steam wafting from my mug warm the bottom of my nose.
It is Autumn.

Because the weather has been gentle with us, I meandered to unkempt corner of the yard in search of…anything. This overgrown, wild and uninhabited corner is known as my garden. She was a beaut’ to begin with, alas the young Doodle Bug of mine requires an extreme amount of attention, and isn’t fond of playing in the grass.  The tilled soil, so fresh, has turned to hard packed ground with crunchy weeds reaching for the sky out of the canyon cracks. Somehow this jungle has provided my family with quite a few delicious bunches. Squash, eggplant, peppers, roma tomatoes, lettuce.  After the recent gully-washers I had a sneaking suspicion there may be a small surprise awaiting us.
…and there they were.

No matter how unkempt and late in season, she was determined to impress me, and for this I am thankful, Dear Garden.

With the seasons turning and churning, one may expect plants to begin to whither with these chilly evenings. The greens surrounding my home have seem to taken on a personality of their own. Determination. With bushes still blooming and mushrooms still popping, I couldn’t help but snap a few.


While the weather has it’s head on it’s shoulders as of this week, LittleFish and I have taken advantage of the last of it. She rattles the glass door, asking me to let her at it. I could have. I could have opened the glass door and have her find her way down the sidewalk to the edge of the grass, to tumble off of the curb.
Instead, we explore the park.
Walking the short distance down the parkway, she sways her legs with excitement. Not a care in the world she has, besides of course, embarking on the journey of the Parkway System. I pop the wheels of her stroller cart onto the grass and take the bumpy jaunt to the edged off sea of woodchips. She is in awe. Mobs of loud, grimy children are on all sections of the playground. I eyeball an empty tunnel and we’re off. It’s almost a race to get to this tunnel before a 5 year old crawls inside and sets up fort for the next 10 minutes. And the jubilant Bug Baby is thrilled. Into the tunnel she goes. Back. Forth. Back. Forth. Back. Nothing gets old. It can’t, it’s all so new. Being mobile and now, in a land of fun and tunnels, not to mention swings. Oh the swing.

At this very park (if weather permits) we will be celebrating Bug Baby’s first birthday. It will be enjoyable to have family, friends and more family gathered to surprise Ms. Evie. Luckily she has no problem stealing the spotlight and soaking up every bit of attention she can get. It will be a full day, a full day indeed.

And with this milestone, it allows time to reflect on what’s become of myself. From January 2012 as of current, my life has been ever changing. Priorities, professions, relationships, my very own body. I’ve experienced: 9 months of morning sickness, the Pregnant Waddles, a few ER visits (dehydration), a 36-hour-opposite-of-my-birth-plan labor,  two new jobs, two big moves, 40 pound loss, motherly experience gained, the most dapper of gentleman has morphed into a meticulously caring father in front of my eyes and Evie, herself. So much to absorb, I need a 6th sense.
I suppose I’ve had a hard time taking time for myself to be me, even though I’m not sure exactly what I’m becoming.
If nothing else, one hell of a Renaissance Woman.

May your arrows fly straight                                                 and your aim be true