There’s a New Cookie in Town

There’s a New Cookie in Town

If you were around last year you may remember my affinity for Scandinavian Almond Bars. These delectable treats have reigned as my favorite cookie for nearly twenty years. But hold on, there’s a new cookie in town that’s giving the almond bars a good run for their money.

When I saw this headline “TODAY producer’s cookie makes Orlando Bloom swoon” I just had to check it out. If Orlando Bloom loves them, surely my family would too. Four ingredients—that’s it! If you have butter, brown sugar, graham crackers and pecans you can make this easy cookie that is sure to change your life. Okay, maybe not change your life but it will certainly take center stage at your next office event or cookie exchange party.

Ingredients:

  • Graham crackers (laid out whole)
  • 1 cup of butter
  • 1 cup of brown sugar
  • 1 cup of chopped pecans

Directions:

  • Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit.
  • Put parchment paper on a cookie sheet, then place graham crackers so they cover the entire cookie sheet.
  • Melt butter over medium high heat. Add the brown sugar.
  • Stir brown sugar into butter until melted. Bring to slight rolling boil.
  • Cook and stir for two minutes. Add the chopped pecans.
  • Pour mixture over graham crackers.
  • Bake in the oven for 10 minutes.
  • Cut while still warm.

These are delicious as-is. But, I have decided to, as Emeril Legasse likes to say, “kick it up a notch”. I will be making them again this weekend and will add a drizzle of dark chocolate and a sprinkle of sea salt. It doesn’t get any more divine than that!

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Enjoy.

Original recipe found here.

Enjoying the Next 10 Days–Gift & Entertaining Inspiration

Enjoying the Next 10 Days–Gift & Entertaining Inspiration

Today marks the 10 day countdown until Christmas.  How is this even a possibility? Most of the last week I’ve spent with a sinus infection and have barely moved from couch/bed.  I’ve gotten nothing done and the only visions dancing in my head are of antibiotics and clear nasal passages.  This morning I spent a little time feeling sorry for myself and then I realized that my predicament is far from the end of the world and though not all of my Christmas prep may get done this year, we will still have a wonderful time together with family and friends.

In the spirit of trying to slow down and with a full heart for the many loves in my life, I am rejecting stress and am calling on some festive ghosts of Christmas past to help me celebrate this year.  I’ve spent some time today combing through past posts and pulling things related to gift-giving, entertaining and Christmas morning.  I was reminded of some quick, fun ideas and I hope they are helpful for you too.  Here’s what I found (follow the links to the view the complete posts):

Stocking Stuffers and Hostess Gifts (2012)

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Top Ten Stocking Stuffers (2011)

Great Grandma’s Sugar Cookies–Super simple and delicious freezer cookies that you can decorate as you please!

The Marez Family’s Favorite Cookie:  Scandinavian Almond Bar (2011)

Hot Chocolate Bar (2011)–Fun for the little (and big) kids:

Stacie’s Blackberry Lemon Sparkler (2012)

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Stacie’s Top 10 Children’s Books (2011)–Perfect place to start for the kids on your list:

Top 10 Hostess Gifts (2011)

Stacie’s Shop Local for Great Holiday Gifts (2012)

Merry & Bright (2012)–Christmas reflections and a few simple crafts:

My 6-CD changer in my car is loaded with Christmas tunes– (lovely & melancholy), (folky), (rock vibe), (magical).  If you see me stopped at a light, chances are my mouth is open wide and I am harmonizing at the top of my lungs, giving O Holy Night my very best shot.  This is the (one) time of year I consistently get out my guitar and some old sheet music.  It is a time of JOY . . . I just can’t help myself. My house is a happy explosion of pine boughs, holly, lights and glitter.  It is warm inside and the fire is on . . . at the very heart of me, I feel at home. – See more at: https://hometownperch.com/2012/12/merry-bright/#sthash.FnkH3SEQ.dpuf

Stacie’s Christmas Morning Breakfast Menu (2011)

My favorite quick, decadent Christmas morning casserole:  Baked Egg Custard with Gruyere.  You can do nearly everything the night before and just pop in the oven on Christmas morning.

To end on a sweet note,  an excerpt from my post, Friday Night In (2011):

Mid-movie, we took a break for our snack:  Salted Caramel Hot Chocolate! 

We thought about making our own chocolate mix, but due to our movie goals, decided to go with Safeway’s version.  We heated milk in a pan and added a little less chocolate than the directions required, whisking as we went.  We then put in a tablespoon of Sauce (the BEST caramel I have ever had!!!), and whisked away some more.  Tip:  go easy on the caramel at first and add to taste.

Once our mixture was hot, we poured into mugs, topped with whipped cream and a bit of coarse sea salt.  I found it easiest to pour a little sea salt into my hand and then sprinkle on top.

I wish you and yours a magical week before Christmas!

The Holy Grail: Balance

The Holy Grail: Balance

I have been out of blogging mode for a while now and the sheer craziness of the last month has done nothing to help my slacking.  I told Stacie this week:  I promise I’m getting back on the bandwagon!

So, here I am, admitting that I am behind in most every aspect of my life, exhausted in mind and certainly spirit.  I am worried about the health of some very dear family members, I have been working long hours and sleep is not coming easily. The old adage about a chicken with its head cut off is sadly a great way to describe me.

And what to do when you don’t even recognize yourself?  That’s where I’m at and here’s the word that keeps coming to mind:  balance.  Why is it that the simplest concepts (love thy neighbor, save first, breathe, drink 8 glasses of water, don’t run with scissors) are so damned hard to get a handle on?  And it’s not even a new quest for me–balance is my holy grail, never quite getting my hands on it, but setting out again and again, progressing slowly toward, at least, understanding. 

Moving into a new week, with packed days and worry perched on my shoulder like an ugly, black, matted crow, I am reminding myself of the following:

  • Show/tell the people you love that you love themNothing else matters all that much, but when business makes an entrance, this most vital piece can take a back seat.
  • Your job does not save anyone’s lifeTherefore, do a little reality check and rearrange priorities–it is not possible to be all things to all people.  That right there is a sure recipe for early onset insanity.
  • It is holiday time and you love, LOVE holiday time!  It is nearly inconceivable that it is past mid-November, but it is.  That is the truth and it is time to kick in with some spirit.
  • BREATHE.  Go to your yoga classAt least one.
  • Give yourself a break.  You aren’t perfect (not even close) and that is o.k.
  • If you’re going to watch TV, ditch the crime dramas and watch something funnyThe already overwhelmed brain does not need to focus on murderers, rapists and the lot.

This list is far from comprehensive, so some wisdom from others who have given this some thought:

It is not work that kills men; it is worry. Worry is rust upon the blade.
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My lovely friend, Allison, has this next one nailed.  At work she coined the phrase “Laps not naps” to get us outside on a brisk walk during the mid-afternoon slump.  Getting a little perspective, a bit of space, never hurt anyone.stepoutside harmony

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And this one is resonating, especially as we walk with family through some difficult times:

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And just because:

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Banner photo:  Sophie’s lovely snow creature from last year.  Looking forward to what we’ll create over the next few winter months.

Fall Around the Valley

Fall Around the Valley

The leaves are gone and the flowers are wilted. The end of the show was just as gorgeous as the beginning.

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Last weekend we took a family walk through one of my favorite orchards. It has been around for as long as I can remember. There is a Spanish-style estate perched on top of the hill–I’ve always dreamed of living there. Friends, I am so thankful we took that walk and I brought my camera to capture the last splendor of fall. When I drove by a couple of days ago they were tearing out the trees. I hope that they replant and that the trees, with their gnarly branches, were simply past their production prime. It seems that our orchards are endangered–easy targets for developers. But I’m hopeful that I’ll see something new planted there this spring. How sad to lose this treasure.
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Happy November

Happy November

September was one of those months where I told people “Just wake me when it’s over”. It was crazy busy. October ended up being just as busy; I traveled for work three weeks in a row. Needless to say, I’m pretty darn happy to have survived and I’m looking forward to a much quieter November. This is a bit of a random post since I’ve been out of the blogging groove for so long.

On My Nightstand

I just finished reading a fantastic book; . It’s a heart-warming book (no pun intended) about the resiliency of a little girl who grew up in a migrant family. Elva is the youngest of her siblings. Several years separates her from the second youngest in the family. She grew up watching her sisters and brothers do back-breaking work in the fields along with her parents while she spent hours at the edge entertaining herself. At times I would feel sorry for the family, Elva or one of her siblings. But, just when I would start to get sad, the writer brought me back to the joy and humor that they also shared.  I found myself wanting to check in with little Elva at the end of each day and I was never disappointed. Each chapter was a treat–written in the voice of a matter-of-fact little girl.  I was also moved by the adult Elva’s experience straddling multiple cultures; in her case the culture of poverty and field work to the culture of white-collar work and a middle-class lifestyle. Elva reflects on the differences between her childhood and that of her siblings. By many accounts, her upbringing was more privileged as she had access to resources her siblings didn’t.

The Yakima Valley is rich with migrant children and adults who grew up in migrant families. Barefoot Heart gave me a glimpse into the daily lives of those who want better for their children and work harder than you or I could ever imagine to put basic food on the table and to provide educational opportunities for the next generation. If you are looking for a new book for your nightstand, check it out and let me know what you think. I don’t think you will be disappointed.

On The Menu

The weather in the valley is just now turning. Halloween was 65 degrees which was a rare treat. We’ve had snow on Halloween but I don’t ever remember a warm October 31. There are reports that snow may be on its way. In spite of the warmer temperatures, I’ve been making Cheesy Potato Soup and Apple Puff Pancake. But I also love a good Cheese Strata for breakfast on a cold fall morning. This is a dish you make the night before and refrigerate. It’s great for Christmas since you just pop it in the oven in the morning. You can stick with basic egg and cheese or kick it up by adding bacon, ham, veggies. The options are endless.

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image via marthastewart.com

Egg & Cheese Strata
6 slices day old bread
3 tbsp. butter, softened
1 c. cheddar cheese, shredded
3 eggs, slightly beaten
1 1/2 c. milk
1 tsp. dry mustard
1/2 tsp. salt
1/8 tsp. pepper

Butter bread; cut in small cubes. Arrange bread cubes in buttered 2 quart casserole. Sprinkle cheese on top. Blend eggs, milk and seasonings, pour over bread and cheese mixture. Cover. Refrigerate several hours or overnight. Bake in a preheated 350 degree oven for 70 minutes or until golden brown.

 

 

 

Autumn on Instagram

My mom is a huge Instagram fan and user. It’s fun to see what she posts–usually photos of the grandkids. But she also loves capturing fall photos because it’s her favorite time of year. These are some of my recent favorites:

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Happy November friends. It’s good to be back.

A New Routine

A New Routine

It is time for a new morning routine.  I’ve been considering this idea for awhile . . . as if it requires a great amount of planning and deliberation.  To clarify, it doesn’t.  All it takes is actually doing it.  A few week’s ago, in another post, I wrote the following:

“I’m a little obsessed right now with the idea of transforming my morning to make room for my sanity (writing, photography, yoga).  What are my mornings like now?  Notice the sun is in my eyes.  It is 5 a.m.  Turn over and ignore said sun.  Daisy walks over and nudges me with her nose.  I let her out.  I leave the door open and climb back into bed.  I fall asleep . . . slightly.  Daisy lets me know she’s back in.  I roll over.  I start to think. I don’t want to think so I grab my phone.  5:45.  I click on pinterest and aimlessly wander the online bulletin boards of people I love and those I’ve never met.  I stop in at Facebook to see my friends’ kids and some random political ranting.  I finally drag myself out around 6:15/6:30 and the mad rush begins.”

Since this post, a selection of diary entries from the last few weeks as I’ve attempted to get into gear:

  • 7/30 I’m pissed off that I’ve been sitting around for 2 weeks and I’ve done nothing . . . To clarify, I’ve done stuff, a lot of stuff, just not the stuff I really WANT/need to do.  What the *^%$#@*&^?  Why is this so hard?
  • 7/31 Woke up early and laid in bed . . . looked at my phone for awhile . . . picked it up and looked at Pinterest.  (Crap!)
  • 8/2 Woke up at 5:45 . . . closed my eyes and imagined roaming around the yard . . . Got up at 5:50, put on my robe and flip flops, found my camera in the kitchen and went outside to get some shots.  Wandered up the north side of our property, capturing . . . 6:10 a.m.–back inside to do a morning yoga routine.  A few photos from this lovely, cloudy morning:

 

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Concorde grapes stretching upward.

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The first rose to catch my eye.

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A sea of grasses, roses, and Russian Sage.

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A tale of 3 tomato plants gone wild.

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Confetti in the grass.

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A blossom sneaks through the fence.

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Coral roses edging the front walk.

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And my favorite yellow rose.

8/10 Get up at 6:15 and head out to the yard with Doug.  He is dressed properly–jeans & t-shirt. I am wandering around in my robe like someone of a certain age who refuses to do any household related task without the requisite dressing gown.  But–and here’s the beauty–I don’t care.  I honestly don’t.  Most of my neighbors are still in bed and we have great neighbors anyway . . . so if I want to wander in my grey, plush, polka-dot robe, who on this great, green, beautiful planet is going to care?  So, Doug and I–unequally dressed as we are–pick some tomatoes and then I go to town on my roses.  It is just slightly brisk, it is quiet, the world is light and silence and it is the perfect time to trim and weed and prune.  Then, back inside,  yoga stretches and a ride to nowhere on my exercise bike.

So, what’s next?  The true benefit of this routine will come from the habitual so the new goal is not just to do it, but to do it regularly.  I don’t want to be tied to the same things every day.  I want to get up a little early, I want to go outside, I want to come back in and stretch my body.  That’s all–how that time is broken down will be dependent on mood.  And this winter I’ll be figuring out how to easily bundle up and keep the outdoors a part of the experience.

Today, I am celebrating change, however small.  Here is to each precious day and what each of us chooses to do with it!

 

A Visit with Carole Folsom-Hill

A Visit with Carole Folsom-Hill

Last week, Stacie and I found ourselves in a SE Yakima garden surrounded by fruit trees grafted into creative varieties, flowers, strolling/strutting (cat/rooster) animals and lovely, shaded sitting spots.  We were there to meet with Carole Folsom-Hill, Executive Director of La Casa Hogar and current candidate for Position 7 on the Yakima City Council.  Stacie has known Carole for a couple of years, but this was my first opportunity to visit with her.  And I loved every second–2 hours passed in what seemed like a matter of minutes.

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Why?  Because Carole Folsom-Hill is a person driven by a deep desire to listen, to understand and to impact.  Her career is a glimpse into this drive:  beginning as a community health educator, she went back to school for her Master’s and then to work for Mental Health Services (now Central Washington Comprehensive Mental Health).  Carole worked as a mental health therapist, worked for Neighborhood Services (City of Yakima) engaging citizens in the planning process, ventured out as a small business owner for several years and following more schooling, as a case manager at New Hope Clinic, working with AIDS patients.

And then a new opportunity–Carole was asked to join La Casa Hogar, an organization in her neighborhood dedicated to “building a foundation for growth and empowerment through healthy kids, healthy moms, healthy families, healthy schools, and healthy community.”  At that point, unable to speak Spanish, Carole wasn’t sure she was the one for the job.  But she did realize that through many, many years of community work, she understood the culture, and maybe, just maybe, this was the place for her.  And in her words, after 13 years as Executive Director, La Casa represents “the coming together of all of me.

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So why city council now?

Because after “years of experience building to this place, it was time to pay attention and to follow what comes.“  Carole described this coming together, her internal instincts matching what is inside her head–a calling.  And after years of impacting her work, her family, her neighborhood, she is more than ready and would like to bring a different perspective to the council:

  • she lives in SE Yakima and has for over 30 years–it is her home
  • she speaks regularly with the homeless, understanding the needs of the least fortunate among us
  • she works with the immigrant community
  • she is an advocate for voice, accessibility, services and opportunities for jobs, education, HOPE

And what is her goal for the council?  To come up with a “viable, hopeful, realistic vision” that includes:

  • building bridges between communities
  • becoming a healthy Yakima, thriving and enterprising
  • offering clean, beautiful neighborhoods
  • supporting our youth (“The youth are the responsibility of the whole community”)
  • providing an environment where children can thrive
  • providing intervention for children to circumvent gang involvement (Carole is part of the Gang Free Initiative committee)
  • providing support for parents
  • creating an active and healthy community–more walking paths, bike paths, innovative public transportation

And how will this happen?

Carole would like to see city council go to the people:  getting out there, making a connection!  Listening & helping people have a voice.  Supporting “visioning leaders who the community will follow.”

There is no doubt Carole Folsom-Hill is kind; she is compassionate, she is giving.  And she is equally brilliant and driven.  She has made (beautiful, big) waves and will continue to because we will not get better if we don’t change our approach.  And change, though it fills some with uneasiness, is the very thing that we need to become what we know we can be.

As we talked, Carole spoke often of her “passion for the neighborhood.“  There is no doubt that this drives her every day.  Some of the things Carole said continue to echo through my mind:

  • “Listening works magic”
  • “. . . facilitating collaboration and connecting communities”
  • “The youth are the responsibility of the whole community”
  • “Provide an environment where children can thrive”

And so I think two things:  How will I help make this Yakima?  &  Where is my ballot?

Time to vote.

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Summer Reading List 2013

Summer Reading List 2013

Back from vacation and finishing up the books I started while sleepily reading in the heat of mid-day sun lounging on the dock or perched on the edge of our inflatable mattress, stealing a few morning minutes before I joined the crew for coffee/tea & sweet family time.  Accepting the norm, with life crazy and constantly bleating in my ear, I often go too long without the delicious feeling of being sucked into a story–true, false or somewhere in between.  My pre-vacation ritual is almost better than the reading itself:  a lunch break, a stop at Starbucks and a time of wandering the shelves at inklings.

I left for the Pend Orielle River with a book bag full of possibility and was not disappointed.  I relied heavily on NPR’s summer reading list which proved wise indeed.  The two gems from that list:

Daily Rituals by Mason Currey–I’m a little obsessed right now with the idea of transforming my morning to make room for my sanity (writing, photography, yoga).  What are my mornings like now?  Notice the sun is in my eyes.  It is 5 a.m.  Turn over and ignore said sun.  Daisy walks over and nudges me with her nose.  I let her out.  I leave the door open and climb back into bed.  I fall asleep . . . slightly.  Daisy lets me know she’s back in.  I roll over.  I start to think. I don’t want to think so I grab my phone.  5:45.  I click on pinterest and aimlessly wander the online bulletin boards of people I love and those I’ve never met.  I stop in at FaceBook to see my friends’ kids and some random political ranting.  I finally drag myself out around 6:15/6:30 and the mad rush begins.

How could it look?  That is what I’m working on.  And it has to do with bravery, strangely enough, at least for me.  Am a brave enough to just get out of bed and try to do what I’ve imagined doing?  I’m not even going to write about it until I’ve tried it for a week.  I know exactly how I want it to go–in theory.

Back to the book:  It is bizarre, interesting, sometimes wonderfully mundane:  the daily rituals of the artists, writers, philosophers whom we admire.  How did they commit to their craft?  What did their days look like?  In short vignettes, this book offers a glimpse of the every day habits that resulted in great things.  Um . . . and did I mention weird?  There’s some really strange stuff.  There’s a part about snails that nearly did me in.  But, if you enjoyed The Talented Mr. Ripley, you have nothing to complain about.  And if that is too cryptic, you’re going to have to read the book.

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Life After Life by Jill McCorkle–My husband has a tremendous passion for the elderly and providing care that far surpasses the ordinary.  His love drew me toward this novel, a glimpse into the lives of assisted living residents and those who care for them.  I was in tears in the first chapter and kind of turned off in the second.  The third grabbed my attention and I love the style of the novel:  written in the voice of many characters, taking turns to tell their story (similar to The Help).  I’m not yet finished, but I’m loving the journey.

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And not on NPRs list, but fun none the same:

Tripwire–Doug and I watched the movie Jack Reacher and then while I was shopping at inklings, I came across some of Lee Childs’ novels.  I’ve never read him before, but thoroughly enjoyed the thriller I picked up.  It was published around 13 years ago but, outside of humorous technological flashes to the past, it was a great vacation read, fast-paced with a compelling plot.

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And a literary mystery I happened upon, Elegy for April, by Benjamin Black–beautifully written, slow-moving, but in a coaxing, languid kind of way.  I was compelled to keep reading, and though sometimes frustrated by the pace, I was  intrigued.  The end, however, was disappointing.  My conclusion:  I would not recommend this novel in particular; however, I would highly recommend trying out the author and will be giving him another shot myself.

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I’m almost done with Life After Life.  What to read next?  Suggestions, please :) !

Banner image courtesy of Book Riot

Pop Up Shop

Pop Up Shop

On Sunday, my parents and their much-beloved neighbor and friend, Mary, created a Pop Up Shop to celebrate the recent launch of  my parents’ website, Native Habits.  What is a pop-up shop?  It is just as it sounds:  where once a shop did not exist, suddenly (pop!), it does.  With Midge & Dale’s (mom & dad’s) stunning yard as the backdrop, we went to work decking the pathways and bejeweling the patios/decks with beautiful found, vintage objects and my dad’s amazing creations.  To top it all off, beverages and snacks were served to keep everyone happy & browsing (Mary made these incredible cupcakes–chocolate with a peanut butter Lindt truffle baked inside and peanut butter, cream cheese frosting on top.  I  know.)

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What an entry! My dad created this water feature from an antique water pump:

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A red wine bar, turquoise chair & found objects:

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Stylish fun for the kids:

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A lush backdrop to enjoy while shopping:

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Love the use of branches to send creeping vines skyward rather than trailing over the pot:

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And besides the scenery & the cool stuff, there were also great people!

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Dylan & Stacie

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Mike & Kathy Paulson & Joani

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Close-ups of some of the goods:

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Treasures in my dad’s shop, beginning with the vibrant blue screen door:

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Vintage lights with Edison bulbs & hardwood boxes

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Vintage radio wine bars

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Hardwood knives in their own boxes

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And what a way to end the evening, paying the lovely lady on your way out:

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Want to be included in the next pop up sale?  Email and we’ll add you to the list.  Interested in some of the pieces above?  Check out the Native Habits site or email Dale & Midge Peterson at for a tour.

 

Design Crush: Suzani

Design Crush: Suzani

Sometimes I come across an image that stops me in my tracks. That happened when I came across this:

Suzani Coverlet

Suzani Coverlet

When I saw this serene bedroom with a Suzani coverlet I thought “Where have you been all my life?!” Vintage suzanis have now been added to my growing thrift shopping wish-list.

A Suzani is an embroidered tribal textile made in Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Kazakhstan and other Central Asian countries. There are also beautiful Mexican Suzanis.

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Now that Suszanis are on my radar, I see them everywhere. Like when I picked up the most recent edition of Yakima Magazine and saw one draped over Laurie Kanyer’s couch. Beautiful!

Here are a few others that have caught my eye–

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image via Flickr–Romany Soup

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image via House Beautiful

 

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image via Elle Decor

And how sweet is this Mexican Suzani for a child’s bedroom?!

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To see more beautiful textiles head over to Etsy and enter “Vintage Suzani” into the search bar.

What are you crushing on lately?