It didn’t feel like I took 500 photos this past weekend, but when I got home and uploaded them from my camera, I discovered I had indeed taken very close to 500 photos. They can pretty much be broken down by subject to…. Continue reading
Category: the sisterhood of the bromance
Report from Snuggle Acres.
Our friend Mollie left for India 8 am last Thursday morning as one of the faculty chaperones on an immersion trip for Christchurch School. Our initial plan for the weekend was to head over to Urbanna Saturday afternoon to give Will a hand with the kids Saturday evening and Sunday, but Thursday’s storm threw our plans out of whack. Continue reading
The real deal.
When I first sat down to write my previous post on the cookbooks Abigail passed along, I intended to mention, but mostly skip over the fiestaware pieces in the box of goodies. I’ve collected fiestaware for probably close to twenty years and we’ve used it as our every day ware since we were married, having received a good amount of it as wedding presents. Knowing this, Abigail thought I would enjoy having a few pieces that belonged to her grandmother. In addition to a sugar bowl and creamer set in yellow, there was a sauce boat, large bowl and a large spoon in what we thought was orange. Being a fan of orange, I was quite excited about my new dishes.
The Best Weekend of the Year.
It has come to my attention that the practice of wandering around with camera in hand, trying to capture at least part of the magic that is Oysterfest has led some to believe that I know exactly what I’m going to write about here when we get home from Urbanna. Continue reading
On the farm.
We went up to the farm this weekend, where Pat helped Ryan on a barn project Continue reading
And, we’re back.
In what feels like a pretty familiar theme around here, we’ve once again returned from a few days away. This time around, it was our annual trip to Smith Mountain Lake with Will & Mollie.
Oysterfest in July
Life is what happens when you make other plans.*
It’s a known fact about my childhood that going to sleep in your own bed did not necessarily mean you were going to wake up there. My parents were big fans of spontaneity and surprises. As in, let’s put the kids in the car at 4 am and drive to so-and-so’s house to make breakfast. Or let’s go surprise so-and-so at the beach. Decide to head out on a camping trip at 8 in the evening? Just par for the course. Continue reading
Back to back fun.
Oysterfest this year came on the heels of Halloween, giving us four back to back days filled with excessive fun, merriment and junk food. After arriving home from Urbanna yesterday morning, we promptly crawled into bed and pretty much stayed there the rest of the day to recover from so. much. fun. Continue reading
Strawberry pickles, take two.
I know in some corners of the world, strawberries are still in season, but here in Virginia, local strawberries are pretty much a pleasant memory. Which is why I thought it was high time to grab the jars I tried pickling and pull them out for a tasting session this past week. Continue reading
Chicken Wire & Paper Flowers 