Ever since last fall, when I was inspired by Joanna Gaines to collect vintage glasses for our kitchen, I feel like I have been on an open-ended scavenger hunt.  I find a glass here, a goblet there, a few more glasses here and there.  When decorating intentionally, and with a budget, you just have to be comfortable with it taking …

I blinked sometime back in May, and without warning arrived in the middle of August.  School started Monday, and I feel like I have so little show for three months time.  Usually I’m accomplishing all these huge projects and checking things of my to do list, but not this summer.  We’ve had a lot of really great family time, away camping.  We had the gift …

I came into summer with expectations.  Not absurd expectations, like winning the lottery, but summer expectations.  I hoped for warmth and sunshine, which until recently we’ve experienced very little of.  I wanted to hike and work on furniture projects; but both have been hindered by mysterious health issues.  I hoped to get a lot of things done, to check off my to-do …

With an abbreviated summer season in the land of the midnight sun, I also have an abbreviated summer wardrobe.  Contributing to the already limited supply of summer attire, I have been pregnant for half of the last ten summers.  I mostly have had knit maxi skirts because those my friends, are kind to an ever expanding and shrinking body (it’s nice …

Summer in most places boasts of hot temperatures, outdoor living, playing in the water, and sun.  And while people are shedding layers and basking in the sun, we are still bundled up in sweatshirts and blankets.  It’s cruel, but true.  The reality is, we still need blankets and throws to wrap around us in the summer.  But the sheer definition …

For the love of light, I can now post photos of the light renovations that took place the day after Christmas.  You guys, you have no idea the struggle we have with light in Alaska.  In the summers, we lose track of time and stay up way too late every-single-night, because the sun never tells us to go to bed.  …

When I was a little girl, my mom didn’t drink coffee in the morning.  Instead, she would wake up by the method of creativity, with a needle and thread.  I will never forget the sound of the needle, filled with embroidery floss, making a distinctive “pop” through the canvas, and then the voice of the fibers rubbing together as the threads created strokes of …

If any of you have read the story of how I came up with the title of this blog, Of Ruffles and Rifles, you will remember that it has connotations to the poem, “the best laid plans of mice and men often run awry.”  And I titled my blog Of Ruffles and Rifles because this is a journey; a fantastic, …

He called me Easter morning before we headed off to church. My husband and his parents spent nearly a week driving from Pheonix, Arizona, through Canada and then to our home in Alaska. Six LONG days of driving. “We just saw about ten swans on a lake as we were driving by,” he said, “maybe they’re stopping here and on their way …