A visit to the Fruit des Vignes farm stand on Vashon Island promises fresh produce, cheap antiques and a step back in time.
Island Living
Back in the Swing of Things
When I started this blog, I pictured myself sitting down with a hot cup of coffee, wearing a pretty dress and a messy bun, writing about the beauty of island living. It all sounded pretty romantic. Tonight I find myself writing in the dark, wearing a stain-covered Alaska t-shirt pulled from a pile of clothes
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Snowbound on Vashon
Snowbound on Vashon. If you haven’t read my “About Me” you should take a moment. There you’ll read that I’m from Florida. If you read til the end, you’ll see that I moved from Florida to Alaska. So, I should be 100% on board with snow, right? Wellll…. it’s still got its learning curves. The
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Island Living
Christmas is Over
Christmas is over. Obviously. But it helps to put it in writing because I’m sitting directly under mistletoe, my tree is still brightly lit, and I just took the stockings down today. But hey – I should give myself a break – we’re only three, er 18 days post-Christmas… Yikes. Despite my lack of activity
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Camping with kids… or something like it
Camping with kids – I guess I had romantic expectations. S’mores over campfire flames, berry picking in the sun, learning to set up a tent and cuddling in the sheets. But I suppose that’s kind of motherhood in a nutshell – a romantic expectation with lots of poopie diapers and screaming matches. My childhood was filled
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Island Living
A Vashon Fourth
A Vashon Fourth. A celebration of our nation’s birthday on the most beautiful island in the Pacific Northwest. I have always loved entertaining. There’s something really great about throwing a festive and fun party. I don’t know if it’s creating the menu on Pinterest, decorating the house, or finding the perfect dessert to make that
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About Elise
Evergreen, slowing down
I have a love for all things edible. Cake? Check. Carrots? Check. Cheetos? Guilty check. Seriously… if it’s edible, I probably love it. And if I haven’t had it, I’ll try it. I was raised in a loud Italian family. Our Sicilian heritage is most evident in our love for food and our inability to