Particularly at sunset. 

And the Farmer's Market, FYI, is still bonkers.

In case you were wondering.

Even though Patty's no longer sells empanadas.

(Breakfast burritos? What-everrrrrrr.)

Anyway. Thanks for having us back, Moscow you old weirdo.

(Patty's you're on notice.)
(Mama needs her mole.)



It's coming up on #socksandclogs weather! Are your closets prepared? Do you have your woolly sock situation handled? Have you watched the first season of Felicity over again yet? I find every September it becomes necessary to watch the first season of Felicity over again.

Should your shoe collection be lacking in wooden soles, do not fret. My homie Nina and I have you covered over on my Instagram today. You should enter--free Ninas for you, $100 Nina credit for a friend . . .  hooray!

But first, a few cloggy styling ideas for these last few days of summer weather, a little bit following the plot of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, starting with the FREJA in black.

(Is it still summer where you are? I'm a little bit freezing as I type this.)

I wore this our first week here when I went to run some errands, and I realized partway through the day that I was pulling a quintessential "I just moved here from New York and haven't figured out how to assimilate to country life yet" get up. But being a cliché can be kind of fun though. :) 


This one, a few days later, felt a little hardcore Man From Snowy (Idaho) River / Little House on the (Idaho) Prairie, but I am okay with that, too! Jessica! The ANNA are maybe my favorite clog sandal on the market. There's something to the shorter toe box and the leather T-strap and the super subtle heel that makes the shoe feel both feminine and functional. Sometimes clogs have you looking clunky when you want to look a little more streamlined? These are perfectly stream-y, and just clunky enough.


There we go. Just right! This is a go-to get up these days. It feels just cute enough without looking at all like I thought about whether or not I would look cute, it feels sporty and "getting-shizz-done" without looking like I just got back from the gym and / or the dump, and I feel surprisingly lady-like while also feeling sufficiently like a tomboy. This is an important balance for me these days. :) The FREJA has a moveable leather strap, too, so it will function as both a traditional clog mule, or it can go a little sportier with a securing heel strap for when you actually do go to the dump. Cool, right?


Okay good then. Now, get over to my Instagram and enter!
The end.



It is eternally weird being back in Moscow. Especially after such a long time away spent convinced I'd never have to see this place ever again.

Brandon and I had some version of this conversation easily thirty billion times while living in New York:

"Hey! Let's move back to Moscow!"
"Oh my gosh that's the worst idea ever." 

"Wouldn't it be amazing to move back to Idaho? Maybe after we retire?"
"Yes!  . . .  Except that sounds awful, it snows too much there."

"Man! Sometimes I think we really should just move back to Moscow and get it over with already."
"Right? Except, you can't go back to Moscow. I'm not sure Moscow really exists."

Well, crap.

We've had a lot of places on our list of places we want to re-experience now that we are old and here again and things are so familiar yet so bizarre. For instance, this weekend we went to see Brandon's office in the accounting department at WSU, in the same building where he went to get his MBA a million years ago. 

On his bookshelves in his office he'd lined up a few of his old textbooks, along with his various diplomas (all eleven million of them), and a few pieces of nostalgia from vacations + experiences past. A souvenir from the Statue of Liberty, a teacher's voodoo doll from our time in New Orleans, and his old WSU student ID card. Oh gosh, Brandon was so young back then. I glanced from item to item, everything was just fine, until I got to his ID card and I was struck with this almost overwhelming physical response to it. 

Hey! I know that boy! I fell in love with that boy! What happened to that boy?? 

It was the face I spent hours looking at in our ward directory at BYU when we were apart, first getting to know each via other long-distance emails, staying up late on the phone when we both knew we had to wake up early the next morning. And I realized I missed him. It was so weird. I was with him, but I missed him, and I'm still trying to figure what all that was. I struggled not to cry the rest of the day and I'm still not really sure why. 

Right, so, one of the places on our list of places to re-experience was the hike at Elk River Falls. 

The last time we were here I was twenty-five weeks pregnant, and while talking with Brandon about how weird Huckleberry bushes are, I decided I knew what I wanted to name my baby. 

Huckleberries won't grow anywhere but in the wild. Did you know that? You can't really cultivate them in your own garden, they don't flourish that way. You have to find them where they are. Because they can only grow where they want to grow.

That is so my baby for you.

(That is so my Idaho for you.)

Oh, it's weird to be back home. It's weird and wild and sad and wonderful. And hard as hell. But damn, is it good.

(trying this funkiness out for a minute)



We have ourselves a little farmhouse. It is quickly becoming my pride and joy, and setting up shop here at New Camp Holbrook has been the most satisfying and wonderful experience. 

Our little house is actually pretty large, by our standards. She's full of old nooks and crannies and funny narrow hallways and very short door frames. I feel of decidedly average height when I am at home petering around. Though it's a big-ish house, its square footage is entirely populated by the tiniest little spaces that are positively cozy and creaky. She's just the perfect size for our small family of three.

I thought I'd share a little sneak peek of a few of the spaces I've been fluffing. 

I feel in a silly way like this old girl has been waiting for me. She's going to be a great little home for us for the next few years. We're so happy to be here.