Oranges and Lemons

Oranges and Lemons

I have been in a shopping frenzy the last few weeks because I keep seeing items that are jaw droppingly gorgeous. I bought this super cute shirt/blouse from Pixicat a week or so ago from The Fifty and it's barely been off since. It's very versatile in the styling and texture options. I've long been [...]

Excuse My Caffitude

Excuse My Caffitude

I'm a coffee lover...especially that first hit in the morning where you literally feel the caffeine kick course through your veins. That said I do try to limit the number of cups I have per day to 4. While that first cup gives me that needed boost I've never been kept awake by caffeine, even [...]

Objects Have Meaning

Objects Have Meaning

One of the areas that is was an absolute must to bring back to Deer River was this cabin and even more important the rocking chair on the porch.  These were both fixtures of the first iteration of Deer River and it was on that chair that I sat with Mr Smith for the first [...]

Strollin’ at Deer River

Strollin’ at Deer River

Deer River Spring is open! I've been beavering away for weeks now on bringing this vision to life. I had a bit of landscapers block to be honest. I knew the vibe and atsmophere I wanted to create, and I knew the areas that were loved the most that I wanted to bring back. My [...]

Pirates Ahoy

Pirates Ahoy

The absolute best thing about having your own sim is there is always somewhere to go take pictures. I am loving seeing all the photos people have been creating at Deer River and when I wanted a backdrop for this photo I immediately thought of the landing point area for Deer River. I was going [...]

To Everything, Turn, Turn, Turn…

To Everything, Turn, Turn, Turn…

To everything, turn, turn, turn, There is a season, turn, turn, turn, And a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to be born, a time to die, A time to plant, a time to reap, A time to kill, a time to heal, A time to laugh, a time to weep. Turn, Turn, [...]

End of Summer’s Breath

End of Summer’s Breath

In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all [...]