Surf meets Southwest

Surf meets Southwest For wild hearts and cowgirl souls... find handcrafted leather bags, turquoise jewellery, feathered accessories to help you live beautifully untamed.

Something a little different... a rustic retail online store with a twist where you can find an outfit, choose jewellery made by Native American's or handmade by some of the most talented hearts and minds we could find... buy a gift or a new chair... A place where stories are told.

01/09/2026

Perhaps we don’t always become someone new.

Perhaps, sometimes, we simply find our way back to the woman who was there all along.

The wild one.
The soft one.
The one with wildflowers growing in her soul.

Wild Remembering has come home 🩵

30/08/2026

Today, we shared our little corner of the world.

We showed our brother the mountain, wandered through country towns, met a few of the locals, came home and cooked something warm.

Nothing grand.
Just a day spent together.

And somehow, this old place feels different every time someone we love comes to stay.

Another visitor.
Another story.
Another set of echoes left behind.

The Hush is slowly filling with the people we love 🩵

22/08/2026

Some days you build with timber.

Some days you build with dreams.

And some days, home simply sits quietly beside you while you imagine what comes next.

That feels very much like today 🩵
remembering

21/08/2026

Today I dreamt about spaces.

Spaces where the chickens can see the mountain.
Spaces where vegetables can grow wild and free.
Spaces softened by lavender, rosemary and daisies.
Spaces for bees and butterflies and all the little wild things that find their way here.

Spaces that smell beautiful when you brush past them.
Spaces that become a little unruly around the edges.
Spaces where usefulness and beauty don’t have to be separate.

And somewhere amongst today’s dreaming, a trip into town for timber became 14 lavender plants with another 14 on their way and the chook pen found its name.

Lavender Lane.

Perhaps making a home isn’t only about the spaces we live in.

Perhaps it’s about making spaces for life to find us.

Wild Remembering 🩵

20/08/2026

Today was about the vision.

Seeing what is here,
what has been waiting,
and what might become.

Behind the old fireplace, we unearthed a cupboard hidden within the walls.

So rather than build something new, we’re giving it back its purpose.

A pantry, once again.

Perhaps that is what this old house keeps teaching me.

Not everything needs to be made new.

Some things simply need to be found 🩵

19/08/2026

This room was once the kitchen of the original 1910 cottage.

A room that had already lived a whole life before we arrived.

We lifted every floorboard.
Cleaned every old lining board.
Touched what could be saved.
Listened to what wanted to stay.

And where the original fireplace once warmed this room, we placed a bed beneath a mantel made from local Oregon, a quiet nod to the hearth that came before us.

Then, just in time, we made the bed for my big sister and her husband.

And somehow that felt like the final part of bringing this room back to life.

Two more voices.
More laughter.
More love.
Another little layer of themselves left behind in walls that have been listening for more than a hundred years.

Perhaps that is what an old house asks of us.

Not to make it new.

Just to love it enough to let it keep becoming.

Wild remembering 🩵

19/08/2026

A freezing, rainy Wednesday
at the foot of the mountain.

Cattle moved.
New boots muddied.
Walls came down.
Dinner went in the oven.
A few brave things kept flowering.

And somewhere between all of it,
another ordinary day became a life I love 🩵

12/08/2026

Our first room.

We listened to the house.

Touched every board.
Kept what we could.
Let the old marks stay.
And slowly, quietly, brought a little room back to life.

Just in time to welcome the people we love.

And to my extraordinarily talented offsider, thank you. For your patience. Your beautiful hands.
Your problem solving.
The giggles.
And for trusting me when I said, “I think the house is telling us something.”

We found our way through this first room together.

And somewhere along the way,
our rhythm found hers,
and the old girl’s heartbeat grew louder 🩵

08/08/2026

The walls are still waiting.
The floors are still waiting.
There is so much yet to be done.

But today, my old Beam Creek table found its place, the chairs gathered around, and somehow this beautiful old farmhouse began to feel a little more like me.

Maybe home doesn’t wait until everything is finished.

Maybe it arrives quietly,
piece by piece, as we bring ourselves into it 🩵

07/08/2026

There is a different kind of satisfaction that comes from caring for old things.

Not because they become perfect…

But because, little by little,
they remember who they were 🩵

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