“here in the south we don’t hide crazy…we parade it around on the front porch and give it a sweet tea…”
It is starting to warm up here in Tennessee and is already feeling a lot like summer. The fireflies are lighting up the pasture each night and the rainbows run across the sky almost with each rainfall. And of course the sweet tea is flowing. Grass mowing is a national past time here and the grass practically grows while you are watching it.
We have put together some of our favorite summertime pieces from our collection…So hit the beach and make sure you channel your inner mermaid.
We will be right here mowing grass, catching fireflies, chasing rainbows & drinking sweet tea. And making cool jewelry.
What do you do on Easter you live in a small town like Leipers Fork? Well you have dinner with your neighbors of course. All 400 of them. Well it was supposed to be about 200 but a few extras showed up.
One of the magical things about living in Leipers Fork, TN. is the sense of community and genuine southern charm. People get to know each other. They ask how you are…and really mean it. And we have events like Feaster.
The directions were simple. It was held in the big field across from town…Bring a dish to pass and bring your fine china…because paper plates were not allowed. Dress was hillbilly chic and the blessing was at 3:45pm…Dinner was at 4. Clean up and take what you brought in because “we ain’t your mamma”.
My husband took the hillbilly chic comment very seriously. Real men do wear purple.
There was a full on Easter egg hunt complete with the Easter bunny and a golden egg…They tried to arrange it by age but since they all ran into the field at the same time…the announcer said…”oh heck…let them all go.” You can’t really hold back an Easter egg hunt, can you?
The Easter Bunny was pretty cute…but I still think my husband is cuter.
I have been working on some new t-shirt designs and of course the one thing I thought was missing was a dog paw…because we all know how much we love our dogs.
I am modeling the t-shirt in all my farm glory…and although you may see horse snot on it the actual color is heather grey with a dark grey paw. On the back there is the message “i love my dawg” written near the collar. (’cause its true)
You may order by calling the store directly at 714-580-9909. They come in sizes Small to X-Large…and are a pretty awesome cut. (ie…not super tight) I love them because they are super duper soft as well. We hope to have them on the website very soon! But in the meantime feel free to call the store. They are real friendly there. Southern hospitality and all.
I promise if you order one…yours will come sans horse and dog snot. Unless of course you would like it embellished and in that case Sundance charges extra.
Spring has come to the Island Cowgirl farm and it is glorious. We watch from the deck as the back ridge past the creek becomes green almost before your eyes. The horses could not be more excited about the spring grass coming in. For those of you who don’t have horses, grass is the horsey equivalent to Ben and Jerry’s ice cream. And Sundance loves him some Chunky Monkey.
My sweet husband also had these stall signs mad for me out of local reclaimed barn wood. He was nice enough to put them up for me one fine Sunday morning. He said he had to really refrain from changing Libby’s to read Hippo instead of Liberty Belle. As you can see she is not very amused by his humor. It doesn’t help that he has also assigned them hypothetical rapper names of Lazy J and Miss Eats-A-Lot.
Miss little muppet feet looks pretty in pink. Tennessee country life in all of its glory…I love that pink tree that blooms every spring. Even if it does attract lots of lady bugs in the fall…It is still my very favorite tree. If only because Libby looks so pretty next to it.
You don’t see a double rainbow come along everyday. Does it mean we get two wishes and two pots of gold?
People ask me quite often about living on a farm…and don’t I miss the city or the beach? The answer is …no, not really. I read a wonderful little post by Dalarna Farm that just about says it all… Continue reading →
…does your horse like carrots as much as mine? My horse, Sundance, will take you out for a carrot. He can spot anything orange in your hands at 90 paces. If he sees a carrot…he suddenly becomes Secretariat. I kind of understand. I feel the same way about pizza and chocolate…
…enjoying the rain outside the garage…mostly because it’s not 111 degrees today…painting the new sign & rocking chairs for our new Leipers Fork store…I love the mud paint I decided to try on a whim…it is the most delicious shade of blush. And it goes right over anything…no stripping needed. We are going to glam these up with some sterling plaques…and they will sit on the old fashioned porch out side the new store. Continue reading →