Here are some words that came out of my mouth recently:
“This is not an antler kind of cabin. We are not antler people.”
And I say this despite my weird jubilation surrounding the waning trend of hanging faux deer heads on every empty wall. It’s a totally overdone design fad that I just can’t give up. AND YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!
But cabin antlers are different. Cabin antlers are not ironic or tongue-in-cheek or made of surprising materials like fuchsia velvet (just saw that one yesterday – circled the store 3 times before I finally put it back because I couldn’t think of an empty, un-deer-headed wall in my house on which to hang it). Cabin antlers are literal. And that makes them not all that exciting to me.
When people buy cabins, they get super excited about going to the cabin store and getting some cabin stuff. And the cabin stuff comes in various themes including Pinecone, Moose, Canoe/Paddle, Things From My Grandma’s Pantry, and Antler. The choices can be really cute – or really predictable. Like maybe you didn’t even go to the cabin store but you just ordered the Box-o-Cabin from Cabins R Us and set up shop without any thought at all. It’s not very personal. My cabin is far too personal to look like everybody else’s. Continue reading →
This is my neighbor. We haven’t met yet but I intend to introduce myself and become best friends with them based solely on their ability to make me contemplate the words “Totes. Adorbs.” I totes doubt that I’m using that correctly but you can’t help what pops into your head, can you? I picture the people inside listening to NPR and playing Yahtzee and reading big books snuggled under Hudson Bay blankets. And when the big book gets boring, they look out the picture windows for like hours at a time. And then they nap. Continue reading →
Have you ever had the desire to go back to camp? A little bonfire? A little weenie roast? A little crush on the counselor from cabin 6? I once spent an hour on the phone with my friend, Colleen, singing camp songs – long distance, I might add, when long distance really meant something. We started with “Got this great big hunk of tin, nobody knows what shape it’s in……,” moved through “If I had a hammer, I’d hammer in the morning…” and ended with “It only takes a spark, to get a fire going……”. That was probably a six dollar phone call (“Hey Kristin,” says 1990’s-era Mike, with phone bill in hand. “What’s with the six dollar phone call to Colleen?” “Oh that,” I’d say. “Um yeah, there was some difficulty with her lady parts. Do you want hear about it?”).
Camp Wandawega, in Elkhorn, Wisconsin could be your new camp nirvana, an honest-to-goodness shot at recapturing the camp experience of your youth with a handful of designer touches from camp owners who do double duty as Chicago creative directors. Accommodations include a lodge, teepees, tent cabins, real cabins, a treehouse and an aluminum trailer known as “Canned Ham.” Continue reading →
“Pine furniture, antler mounts, Swedish rag rugs, and plaid are
great for pulling off that carefree lake-house vibe. And of course,
no cabin would be complete without a rocker and a few vintage
books to peruse during downtime.”
~ One King’s Lane
If you have even the slightest yen for the cabin life, hurry over to online retailer One Kings Lane for their “Vintage Picks with Cabin Style” shop until August 29. These are vintage finds culled from around the world that scream warmth, comfort, rusticity and nostalgia; it’s not 100% the look I’m going for but it is a beautifully curated collection. Shop for your own cabin, the cabin of your dreams, or if you’d simply like to bring a little cabin style to your everyday life.
Here are some of my picks: Continue reading →
I tried so hard to get a picture that was worthy of an audience. I tried fancy filters and kooky angles, balancing on rocks and clinging to raspberry branches for support. I stretched the camera high over my head for a bird’s eye view and then struck a pose completely prostrate on the ground, pointing the camera up at her for dramatic effect.
But every picture turned out like this……and boring was her name-o.
It’s hard to take an interesting picture of something that isn’t that interesting yet. Is that mean to say? It’s not that she’s a disaster, it’s just that she’s got such a cute figure but she insists on covering it up with all that concrete block. It’s like when you’re mom made you wear your parka over your Wonder Woman costume.
So much unrealized potential. Continue reading →