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pw mercantile on the corner of main street and kihekah ave

I booked a plane ticket for Oklahoma months ago with a girls' weekend on my mind. When I landed, however, I wanted to nail my Frye kicks to the ground. No longer did I want to head north to Manhattan, Kansas. Instead, I stopped the world from spinning a little too quickly and just stayed home.

It's no secret small towns make my top five list of the most beautiful traits of America. I love the way communities boom when all hands are on deck. The way an entire community can help raise a child. The way you can drive a 4430 to school during spirit week and be crowned Homecoming Queen on a Friday night. 

Small towns are the foundation of everything that is good in this world.

In graduate school, I stumbled across a blog many of you know by heart often refreshing my browser to check for a new post. Then - it was a little rough around the edges, sans digital ads, and winning a mixer giveaway didn't seem like a longshot. I loved the way the girl behind the keyboard poured her heart into her family - and her community. And her wit. Man, I loved her wit. 


Saturday, my mom and I drove a few miles up the road - stopping every 10 miles at an antique store - to visit a new venture in Pawhuska, Okla. It was less about the destination and more about how my mom and I haven't been in a truck together in a while. Man, I forgot how much she likes to talk. And, how thrift shops tug at her soul. 

People from all over the region lined up for blocks to spend their hard-earned cash money in small town, Oklahoma. As I held our place in line (for two hoursmaking friends with those around us, my mom ventured into every single store in town. Pawhuska is going to reap the rewards of this store in more ways than a TravelOk listing and sales tax, because while this store has a line wrapped around the block the other stores are swinging their doors open saying "come on in!"

Lines typically are not my thing. However, it was clear the other folks in line were not present for celebrity or autographs, although the Drummond kids walking the line like Mickey and Minnie at Disney was something Pawhuska hasn't seen before. Folks were standing in line to celebrate a good thing about a small town. 

It's when we invest in small towns they can truly thrive. When kids can be proud of their hometowns, they'll come back. When small businesses can keep their lights on, the town can become a destination.


So, take my cash money, Ree. 

Because your mercantile on the bustling main street of Pawhuska is the perfect combination of Antropologie, the feed store, and all my favorite boutiques. Take my money and make more jobs, give back to this special corner of Oklahoma and keep telling your story.

And, please, for the love of everything holy, open an online store.

A perfect week.

Do you ever look back at your college days and think, "How in the world did I survive that?" I'm not talking about too many nights at the bar, I'm talking about balancing leadership positions, multiple jobs, and too many credit hours. Sometimes I look back and think, "I wish I was still that good."

Because, if I was... I wouldn't be so tired.

Don't get me wrong, my life is completely worth being tired.

Last week was interesting, to keep state it simply. T was in Dallas for work, so made a mini road trip to Dallas after delighting in a few peaches in Stratford. Not a day passes that I'm not thankful for my amazing job that allows me to work from home every now and then, or in this case work poolside in Dallas.

After a few fun days in Dallas, including a Darius Rucker concert, I woke up in the 4 o'clocks Wednesday for a too-early road trip back to Oklahoma City. Our church group meets at our house each Wednesday, so early to bed wasn't an option. Courtney's surprise birthday party followed Thursday evening and an Avett Brothers concert Friday. I had a fun work event on Saturday, catching some zzz's wasn't an option then, either.

With all that said, Saturday night I wanted nothing more than to curl up in my faded Oklahoma State sweat pants and watch a few hundred episodes of the Golden Girls.

But, as a proud big sister, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to watch my little sister run barrels while people watching with my little brother. So, I pulled a pair of starched jeans from the closet and headed to a small-town rodeo.

Wait. Hold on. I feel obligated to confess my love for starched jeans. If I'm going to wear boots, I need my jeans to have the ability to stand by themselves. It's odd, I know, but I feel as strongly about this as I do that spending more for quality high heels is better than mostly everything else.

I love more than anything that after a long busy week of urban living, I can sit in the stands with my dad (yes, those are our boots and starched jeans) and talk his ear off about things that don't really matter while he says all of four words.

He didn't even roll his eyes when I snapped this picture. It's a Christmas miracle, really.

My little brother, one of my favorite people in the entire world, is going to be a high school senior. I can't begin to explain how much this blows my mind. This picture taken around 9 p.m. when the sun was still glaring heavily into our eyes and the temperatures were still in the triple digits. Honestly, I don't care how gross we look because my brother is smiling and this never happens. This, too, is a Christmas miracle.

I will trade all the quality nights of sleep in the world weeks like this. Weeks incorporating everything I love about life - rural, urban, family, T., adventures, family, friends - are exactly how I want to live my life.

My porch is rockin' the fall colors.

This post was almost a "fall is my favorite time of the year...." post. But, that would be a lie. Because, winter is my favorite. I love snow, boots, coats, ice skating, sledding, Christmas music.

So, instead it's a My Flowers are Still Alive post! (insert happy dance!)

And, they happen to make my front porch look really festive.

I told you a few weeks ago I have a budget and I try to stick to it. Purchasing these fall flowers fell into the "shopping" category. And, thanks to the budget I really had to think about purchasing these flowers that will only last a few months - and the possibility of purchasing a pair of shoes.

Obviously I picked the flowers. Note: I only picked orange and white flowers to keep with my theme of orange this month.

I'm not sure if it's my rural upbringing, but I enjoy the responsibility of caring for plants, even in an urban agricultural setting.

This little pig is starting to grow on me. A present from my mom when I worked at an agricultural organization promoting pork, he never was quite my favorite.

I'd be willing to swap him out for a reasonably sized chicken and name it whatever Beyonce decides to name that baby bump.





Snakes live in the country?!

I'm borderline obsessed with pictures. Someday, I'd like to consider myself a photographer, but until then I'll tote a "big girl" camera with me where ever I can.

At the farm this weekend, I took the usual tour of the place looking for anything that could suffice as a subject. Often, you'll find me on the ground trying to get a good angle.

For example, I'm literally laying on the ground to get this picture of these kittens. (Aunt C - this one is for you. Seriously. I'm sending one back to Indiana for you!)

This is trigger. He's my main squeeze. So obviously after giving him a few lovin's my rural gone urban butt was on the ground trying to take a good pic.

Out of the corner of my eye - I saw something strange.

It was a million feet long and slithering only inches away from me. To be fair, only a few feet long.

This living-to-close-to-Starbucks girl moved faster than a 16-year-old boy on prom night.

And. I ran.

Straight to my little brother.

"You saw a snake didn't you?"

Yep. Now. Go get it.

For all those moms who think it's cool to have a larger-than-necessary flower garden in the country, please don't cringe - my brother is stomping all of the "good" flowers.

Just as the shutter closed on this picture - that little booger of a snake came right at me! So, in all my glory - I ran, again.

Good news, he caught him. This beastly little copperhead.

Urban? Never heard of a copperhead? Google it. It's not a farm-friendly snake. Had it been a bull snake by little brother would have relocated it to the pasture.

I've since retreated to my urban casa where I've worked on a safer hobby: furniture.

Head over Wedges

Big Weekend. HUGE weekend. I realize when I write something funny like They don't teach you this in college there tends to be a lot more visitors, more retweets, more comments. But, for you to truly appreciate my sarcasm, seriousness and abstract randomness - I'm going to give one of those really boring play-by-plays.

Any basketball fans? Heard of that tragic accident that took the lives of 10 Cowboys? Well for those of you who live under a rock {no worries, that's where I am most of the time.} you can google it. For the rest of you, you'll understand why participating in the Remember the 10 run was so incredible.   We declared it "girl's weekend" and headed to Stillwater san any manfriends. {Pictured with Manfriend's mom and sister.} It was the most beautiful weekend in Stillwater. However, I'm pretty sure Stillwater will always have a sparkly glow every time I return as an alum.

Because we were in Stillwater. And, it happens to be the most glorious place on earth. We went shopping. I found this little number at Hobby Lobby. Even on sale it wasn't going to fit into my thrifty-chic budget. {Good news is, I found a table just like this in my parent's barn needing a little TLC)

I fell in love with these. Head over wedges, deeply madly in love.

Because it was still "girl's weekend," I went home. Rural Route 3 past where the black top ends [technically it's not a Rural Route anymore - something about saving lives with a 911 address} to hang out with my sister.

Side note: My boss always says I'm like a "baby duck." Something about waking up everyday looking up at the sky like it's the first time I've ever seen it. Weird.

Anyway, within minutes of my parent's heading out-of-town, my sister.... bought some ducks. Seriously. Who does that?

A few times a week I walk into work, stop my foot and curse the urban dwellers who "couldn't drive to save their lives." I'm not declaring I deserve driver of the year, but I do think all urbanites develop a slight case of road rage after only a few days.

On the way home from church, we got into a traffic jam. An old school nothing-urban-about-this traffic jam.

As you can see. I had the best weekend. Hope you did, too!