Late Fall Textures

Thanksgiving means coming home to my Gram’s house to enjoy family, a woodstove fire, and the most delicious turkey this side of the world. I find myself happy, warm, and possibly with wine glass in hand on my favorite peice of land. Here are a few textures from this little peice of heaven.

Sunday Textures

It is raining. Like usual. As much I need to get used to the gray and stormy after 5 years of living in Western Washington, I just can’t quite settle into it.¬† Today was spent cleaning up the house. We will be headed to the East Coast this week amongst our normal oh-so-important day job obligations, so we will not have time to keep it up. Mid-mop, I decided that the textures around the house are really inspiring and can make an outside dreary day pretty cozy inside. (Or maybe it is the apple spice candle…)


Every year I get to spend Thanksgiving with my family, and more specifically  my Grandmother. She is my favorite person in the world. The older I get, the more I appreciate her.  This year was a different mix of family and friends. It was a change, but was wonderful.