Tuesday, January 10, 2017

rolling in...



       Next~~ hearts arrive at Meadowview Farm! 

Saturday, January 7, 2017

Monday, January 2, 2017

selling vintage

My favorite part of selling antiques & vintage finds include
finding & displaying.  I love to hunt & gather.  I love to 
combine & display!  

                        Blue bottles & tin...

                    Ironstone & transferware...

                       Rustic farmhouse...

                        Chippy & pine...

                          Vintage holiday...

Recent changes at the Hixton Schoolhouse Antique Mall.

(and still have a "blue light special" sale on select items)







Sunday, January 1, 2017

Cheers!



               This is how I celebrate a new year!  


Sunday, December 25, 2016

mirth & merry ~ in a quiet country way



Whimsical cows from my big sis, Randi, and a new book
from my favorite local author.  And a discovery that the 
book has an autograph, a "bless you" from Michael.

This quiet dairy farm often offers me the answer, even when
no question has left my lips.  


Sunday, December 18, 2016

here's to hope



                    Wishing you the magic of this season...
                    and that hope will remain as we enter the new year.




Saturday, December 17, 2016

vintage holiday memories



Each year, when I unpack my Christmas bins, these two
almost always bring the most joy to me.  They are from my
childhood...and I think of them through the eyes of a much
younger Kari.  

What will we pass on as Holiday memories, to be some
day unpacked & cherished?  I wonder...

Sunday, December 11, 2016

holiday finds

Dave & I went on a little local antiquing jaunt yesterday.
With snow on the way, we stayed close to home.

After years of collecting, my choices to keep are now select.
I base my choice on patina, sweet detail, color & how the item touches my heart.

These were some of my Saturday finds...

A dala horse tin cutter.

Little bunches of mushroom picks.

An ironstone pitcher with green detail.

When I make a connection to something I know I will keep,
it usually is with no thought of how the item will fit or where it will go.
I just know it will.  
I know I will smile to see them become part of my home.




Monday, December 5, 2016

jingle all the way



heading into the holidays with hope to not get lost in the "busy"...





Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Sunday, November 13, 2016

to hibernate

There are four distinct seasons in Wisconsin...
we now prepare for one of the hardest.
But, there is a part of me ready to hunker down, to be forced inside...
to hibernate.

Thursday, November 10, 2016

dusk



                     There is still beauty all around us!  



Sunday, November 6, 2016

my dear hearts

I sit here typing, kitten in my lap...my dear Lucy.
I have learned that our farm would be empty if there
were not dear sweet furry souls that shared it with us.

We buried one of our dearest hearts on Friday...our 
Taffy goat.  She called Meadowview Farm home for 
almost 10 years (a long life for a goat).  When we 
brought her home, we promised to make her life a 
happy life.  We promised to care for her.  In turn, we 
received such love back.  So, tears for a soft white 
sweet girl goat.  May her memory be for a blessing.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Squirrel Away Savings

   Stop over to my booth at the Hixton Schoolhouse Antique
      Mall for a 30% off sale (includes items marked firm)!
   The sale ends at the close of business on Friday, Nov. 4th!
      Sale extended through 
       Friday, November 11!









Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Midnight

I take pet ownership seriously.  We care for & love our
animals...investing in their well being.  So when an older stray
black cat started appearing in the barn, I was not too pleased.
Would he fight with my cats?  Would he bring illness?  

Dave called him "Midnight" - it stuck.  And over time, he stuck too.

Midnight found the stairs to our hayloft a safe place to watch from, 
and eventually join in the evening meal from...with his own dish on
the upper most step.  Over time, I coaxed him down to a lower step
to pet him.  He was an older boy...rough around the edges, wide at
the face, scarred.  After a meal, he would lay on his back, just barely on the
stair and reach out with his paw.  I learned to not worry about him
biting or scratching.  But he was a fighter, no doubt...just not in the solace 
of the barn that had slowly become home to him.

For over a year, Midnight joined our cat family in the barn...often running
across the soy bean field when my blue car turned into the driveway.
Eventually he joined the other barn cats, rubbing against my legs as a form of
socialization, and maybe a gentle thanks.  

Midnight now takes his own place in the chapters of this farm, and in the 
memory of this old heart.  He taught me not to judge too quickly.  
I still watch for him across the soy...and suspect I always will.


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