Patina & Purl

Warning: this post is primarily pictures of flowers. This past weekend was perfect in its simplicity. No pressing appointments, no ...

Did you happen to catch last week's post Would You Live on a Boat?   In it, I introduced you to the concept of liveaboards, tur...

Last week, Mark and I unplugged our phones, disconnected our laptops, and packed our bags to roadtrip down to Ocean Isle Beach in North C...

This past weekend, Mark and I loaded his truck and drove down to Virginia to shower two of our sweet friends Ryan and Laura Beth Rir...

Grit in my teeth. Scraped knees. A bruise quickly developing on my right arm. Hair wiry with mud streaks. Impossibly and completely dirty...

Tax week for the self-employed is no festive holiday. We cinch our belts tighter and grumble at the happy shop posters and bulletins as...

1. Opened the door to a husband with an armful of roses. The "farmer's bunch"--an ombre array of red, p...

Lately, Mark and I have been spending our weekends in the woods. Saturday mornings found us eating a yummy breakfast, stuffing a daypack ...