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Saturday, Oct 24th 3-6 pm Harvest Festival and Market: the Nested Nook is joining forces with Refurb and J. Robeson Art for the Newburgh Harvest Market & Festival. We’ll have  huge shop set up with refurbished home furnishings, seasonal home decor, crafted goods, fair trade jewelry, original art and much more to help you nest your nook this fall! See the Nested Nook Facebook event page here and the Historic Newburgh Harvest Festival and Market Facebook page here.

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posted by on Essential Oils, Healthy Living, Mom Life, Nursing, Recipe, YL Essential Oils

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My third baby was lip tied and tongue tied in the posterior until 8 months old. 8 long months. I can’t tell you how many times I was in bed with flu like symptoms that popped up over night, flushed, itchy breast and of course lots of tears and toe curling when trying to feed my sweet girl. When we were in Colorado visiting friends and Evvy was 5 weeks old I had my first round. I didn’t know what it was, since I never had it with my others, until my friend said “this is mastitis girl!” A.friend of hers brought me some samples and a few hot showers and oils rubs later I was feeling so much better. And most importantly, nursing again with out discomfort. When I got back home I quickly whipped up my own blend and now always keep some made in a little mason jar for quick access amd easy sharing.

Boobie Blend:
1/4 cup Carrier oil- I like fractionated coconut oil best but apricot, almond or avacado oils are great too.
15 drops Frankincense
15 drops Melaleuca Alternifolia (tea tree)
15 drops Thieves
5 drops lavender

You can always add in another of your favorites too, like gentle baby or fennel to help support your milk supply. I like lavender because I always have such severe itching and the lavender is so soothing. This is a strong blend, so apply immediately after feeding so that at least 45 minutes have passed before you feed again. The oil will be absorbed and feeding baby will safe. Change nursing pads frequently.


(Oils in pic are not the oils used in the blend FYI)

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This is so super easy it doesn’t really deserve to be called a recipe. But I get asked all the time where I buy it and what I put in it. So here it is! I love it because the kids can make it, we just use whatever we have on hand, it’s all stuff I usually have in the pantry or the freezer and there is something in it for everyone. Although picking out the chocolate will get your hand smacked, as my kids very well know! 


Here it is, simple as it may be…
Salted Cashews
Salted Roasted Almonds
Salted Sunflower Seeds
Toasted Coconut Flakes
Dark Chocolate Chips
White Chocolate Chips

Now, I cannot justify the white chocolate chips but they just balance the dark chocolate so well and I can justify it. So justification by association right? 😉 I usually do 1 cup of each, except double up on the sunflower seeds because they are my fave!  You can do all unsalted or all salted if you like,  but I think this is the perfect balance of salty to sweet.  This makes a big ole bowl but it’s just enough to send a little tub with my hubby to work and then fill the big glass snack jar.  I always end up having a bowl out for easy snacking.  It’s quick, almost healthy and it’s about the only way I can get any nuts into my kids.   I hope you enjoy!

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We drove across the river into Kentucky to pick blueberries yesterday morning.  The kids were so excited the could hardly stay in the seats for the 40 minute drive. They recently found our old handheld camcorder amd have been taking it everywhere to capture stories and their deep thoughts. Or made up jokes.  Whatever the moment brings. It’s so cute! They are like little documentarians when they speak into the camera to narrate. We lasted surprisingly long in the heat and me with baby Ev on my back! And we got a load of blueberries for only $7.50! High Hill Orchard is such a great place to pick. It’s ran by a young family with 4 children and it’s all organic. And the experience is worth the drive, sweat and bug bites. It even converted my non-blueberry-eating child into a blueberry muncher! So we had to make a cobbler for our family reunion in Gatlinburg this weekend of course! I modified a recipe, so I’ll write it up amd post later this week. But i hafta tell you, when my husband took his first bite…he hugged me. And then he said “you have arrived, you have arrived.” I knew exactly what he meant. After years of living in the shadow of an ex girlfriend’s mom’s cobbler for 10 years, these words were using to my ears. But more on that later!



posted by on Create, Gifts, Grow, Succulents, Weddings

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Yes you read it right, I have a major obsession with miniatures.  I always have, since I was a little girl collecting my grandma’s tiny perfume bottles and those adorable little lipstick tubes that Avon used to do for lip color samples.  Oh my goodness.  Those were my favorite.  I can still remember the smells. Anyways, to this day I can’t pass up an opportunity to do something in mini form.  So these cuties, of course, make my nose scrunch and I find myself talking in a baby voice.  Call me weird, but you’ll do the same when you see them.  These are so perfect for a sweet little thinking of you gift, favors for a party,  place card holders and take home gifts for dinner parties or even a wedding.  They come in some great colors too.



I used the bottle of oil for size comparison.  It was the closest tiny thing I could grab. (And everyone needs citrus fresh in their life.)


Ok, see, you’re talking in your tiny baby voice now too right? Well, all the same…these are calling out to you for your next gift for a sweet friend or your big day – sometimes all it takes to make a big splash is something tiny!



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So if we’ve ever met, you know I’m terrible with details. Not just the little insignificant kind. No, that would be no biggie. The big ones. Like bowls at an Ice Cream Sunday birthday party. Cash for change at Handmade Markets. Ya, the glaring obvious kind. That’s just how I roll. (Thank God for the detail oriented people in the world!) I open up my new mini- shop here in town, at the Bitterman this weekend, well Monday, officially. But some how just thought about business cards! Details! I have a zillion old ones but I don’t want to confuse people with a Colorado address and an old email. That’s just not good business. I used Tiny Prints & CAN’T wait to get my gorgeous cards! I’ll post pics when they come. Or better yet, I’ll mail you one if you want!

Here is a referral code so I get the cool points for referring you, you get $20 credit!!! aaaaaand free shipping with the code FREESHIP1. Happy shopping!



Zesty Guacamole


posted by on Cook, Recipe, YL Essential Oils

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This guac was whipped up out of neccessity one night before a get together with friends for tacos, when i realized I didn’t have any limes OR even lemons to make do with. And what’s guac without that punch of citrus? It’s just a mushed up avocado. Seriously disappointing. So I paused for a moment of “geez, why am I always missing one key ingredient?” when my bottle of Lemon YL essential oil caught my eye. I use it weekly for fish, seafood, pasta salads, drinks-why not try it in my smushed up avocado?  What do I have to lose? And boy am I glad I did! My hubby who usually only eats things that eats vegetables, has since demanded that my sole housewifely priority is to make sure we have this every night. (Clearly he has no idea how expensive avocados are right?) It was so simple and easy I feel like a liar calling it a recipe!

Zesty Guac

1 small freshly diced tomato

1 small freshly diced onion

4 diced avocados

1 tablespoon garlic salt

1/2 teaspoon pepper

seasalt to taste

5-7 drops of YL Lemon essential oil


Combine all your diced ingredients in a medium bowl. In a separate small bowl mixed garlic salt, pepper and you oil drops. Use either a spoon or your finger to mix the oil in with the salt. Dump in with your diced ingredients, smush it up throw some cilantro on there & dig in! My only advice is make a double batch so you don’t have to do it twice! Enjoy! (And of course if you have YL Lime oil on hand that would be a big hit too! It’s in my next Essential Rewards order so I’ll let you know how it turns out.)

Happy eatin’!



Why Must We Suffer?


posted by on Faith, Thoughts, Uncategorized


I settle in to my rocker and thoughts swirl in my mind. Having just scanned through Facebook, I’m left stunned. I don’t know why today, any more than any other day, but I’m struck by the suffering in this world. Why must we all suffer so? My fat and healthy 3rd born nuzzles in closer. We’ve had a lazy morning, after a long spring rain last night. Playing blocks, rearranging momma’s cabinets for her, a breakfast of blueberries, eggs & coffee for momma. I get a roast seared and into the crockpot and little miss is demanding her nap. It was a long night of teething and waking and rocking. I sit in the dimness of her room as she nurses contentedly, thinking about loss. My tears land on her perfect round, white cheeks. Tears for a momma whose toddler passed in her arms, 2 years after suffering a cardiac arrest and living, just to die quietly and suddenly one morning.  Why must we suffer? A couple’s prayed-for baby boy is born with only the left side of his heart. What anguish? Friends in Texas walk in faith as their 4th child is born with the same condition that killed their 3rd sweet angel before his first birthday. Only a few weeks old and she needs a lung transplant. Why Lord? Our simple minds cannot connect these dots in reconciliation to our hearts. We cannot. Why do I sit here, blessed beyond comprehension, rocking peacefully as others are wretched with the ache of empty arms. Is it all for your glory God? For so long this concept has plagued me. How can such pain and suffering glorify You? Why is it that walking through the valley of the shadow of death is necessary to fear no evil? It struck me in the silence this morning. And maybe I’m a slow learner. But is this brokenness simply to draw for us a striking contrast to the wholeness and the perfection of Christ? And then, for Christ to point to the Heavens and say, “Look, I come from a place that is whole, that is perfect, that is peace beyond your understanding. My Father, the King, is the source of perfection, which you desperately long for and cannot find on this earth. He is the maker of that bundle in your arms, seemingly perfect to you, but a sinner in need of saving just the same. That sweet bundle is just a glimpse of the Father, of His perfection, of His love for you. You cannot understand it all, but that baby is just a hint, a glimpse. The feelings aroused in your heart at the warm scent of your beloved’s fuzzy head, it’s just a fraction of what the Father feels when you lift your voice to Him. He just wants you to nuzzle in, draw near to Him. He will call you to your true home with the ultimate comforter in the blinking of an eye.” I can’t lie, some days my human brain feels desperately discouraged by this reality. But it’s that very desperation that keeps me searching, longing pushing on in search of the Lord and the hope that only He can give me.

Mark 9

23) Jesus said to him, “If you can believe, all things are possible to him who believes.”

24) “Lord I believe! Save me from my unbelief!”

My heart


posted by on Thoughts, Uncategorized


Some days I’m so tired, I feel as though my body is walking about without a brain, and even more so with out a heart. It’s like the strain of sleeplessness steals your tenderness, your gentleness and gives you an edginess in return. I often wonder, where is the girl I used to be? I am I just a shadow of who I once was? Then as I pass through a room, I see a photo pop up on the screensaver that makes me stop. It’s my first born, now 7, with baby fat rolls, in just bloomers and a whisp of a pony tail, 17 months old. She’s squatting down to see new baby brother, just 5 days old in the photo, still so squinty & puffy from the transition of the quiet & warm of my womb to the harshness of the world. My eyes are wet and a lump rises. There’s my heart. They have it. Sometimes I forget. In the day to day of Brush your teeth, Why are your clothes still on the floor? Get your shoes on! Get off her. Stop touching him. That they have my heart.

You know when you’re young, and you fall in love, and you get your heart broken? You just know you’ll never be the same. You’ll never get that piece of you back. Lost love leaves a gaping hole in your heart. Then you find the one, you get married, you get pregnant and this love, this is different. Nothing prepares you for it. This love makes your heart grow, and expand, and it covers any gaps from any previous hurts and it even overflows so that when the little one is born you have an abundance. You have this abundance that pours forth. And you give it to them. You birth this child into the world with your blood, sweat and your tears and out of that hurt bursts forth the abundant joy. And you hold them in your arms, pouring your abundant love into them. And in no time, they are crawling around eating legos & old pretzels hidden under the table, running through your clean house with muddy shoes looking for a nerf gun, or trying on your shoes, wearing lipstick without asking and poking you in the rear telling you how giggly you are. Yep. They have my heart. I can’t lie, it gets harder with pieces of it running in different directions. But the miracle is, the Lord keeps giving me more and more. Each morning anew. Enough love to go around. 
Newborn Trip 17 mo Joss



The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

His mercies never come to an end;

They are new every morning;

Great is thy faithfulness.

Lamentation 3:22-23

Unpacking Boxes


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I head downstairs with my coffee in hand, fire crackling in the fireplace, ready to face the disorganization in this blank canvas of space. I unpack one box and stand there for 5 minutes, staring and contemplating its contents. It’s a big responsibility to sift through what looks like junk or even trash to me, but may very well be the treasures and creations of little hands. I can understand how they feel, as I myself often vacillate between project junkie and a “get-all-this-stuff-out-of-my-sight-before-I-have-a-melt-down!” state of mind. So, I make piles for them to sort through, binders to store favorite pieces of artwork, sneak some things away, hoping they’ll never remember and ask me what I did with that one. When I get to the bottom of the box, seems like every one, a moment of nostalgia hits me. I find crumbled pinecones and I take a sharp breath in. The mountains. I sit down and swallow the sudden lump in my throat. What a love hate I had with my life in the mountains. In such a whirlwind I was thrown into that old house, alone with the kids to suddenly wait. Wait for what? Who knows. Wait to adjust, to get my mountain legs under me, to catch my breath from the change in altitude. Or to be eaten by a mountain lion (which I really did cry over one night). All of those things came in time. And it was the walk that was so slow and sometimes treacherous that became so bitterly sweet. My best friend finding herself and letting her heart heal, while living in our basement, driving our kids school bus through the switchbacks and snow. She was so close to me, but so far away. Just downstairs. Finding my creative voice with the help of an unlikely match: friend and employer and inspirer in one package. I miss her. I miss the shop. The smells. That’s probably a whole nother story. Is ‘nother’ a word or did I make that up?

The song on Pandora changes & I’m brought back the crumbled pinecones. Sigh…unpacking these boxes. One at a time. Now I hear my angel baby’s voice…mummummmumm…” and my coffee is cold. Dang it.