scenes from home.

curtains in the kitchen..

handpainted Dala horse by local 90 yr. old artist Grace Shrock...

Great Grandma Eunice Wallersteadt's pillow next to my blanket from Intro to Weaving...

homegrown pumpkins from my mom's garden...

texas girl.

I am very proud to be (part) texan. While I wasn't born there, I spent 10 of my growing up years as a Texan. I remember when my mom told me we were moving there in 4th grade truly believing that we were heading to a land of desert and cactuses where everyone was donning a cowboy hat. What I didn't know is that, instead, we were heading to a land that smelled of fresh tortillas and where the magnificent salsa flowed like water. Yes, I fell in love with Mexican food and Tex-Mex while living in Dallas, and my love continues even in the nothern frozen tundra. All this to say, I totally dressed up like a taco this year...it was amazing.
ps. If you ever find yourself in Houston, I would strongly suggest you get yourself to Lupe Tortilla, one of my favorites (pictured above).