Somewhere around the time I became pregnant with Baby Dawes, the Life Rustic blog faded out of existence… I’d let the domain lapse, somebody quickly bought the site, and it would’ve been expensive to get it back.
So for a long time it was out of sight, out of mind. Until now.
For the last year or so I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it! I’d check the price of the domain every once in awhile — apparently I’d really built up its authority, because liferustic.com had a price tag of a few thousand dollars for some time. I tried to remain content knowing I had a handful of my favorite Life Rustic posts on my portfolio site I’d used for work… But every few weeks I was checking to see if the domain was for sale.
TL;DR is that I finally did snag it up again and Life Rustic is SO BACK, BABY!
And it’s fairly poetic, in my opinion… Coming up on a decade since first establishing the Life Rustic blog.
SO, because I’m me and do something like this every few years, I’m moving back to the Life Rustic domain and blog. Eventually, I’ll probably shut down Letter Velvet and not try to manage both this time.
All that to say… I’m coming home to Life Rustic and I hope to see you here. ❤️
But anyways, to catch up on other things… What have we been up to the last few years? Well in the last blog post here, I was describing how we’d been in Colorado Springs during the pandemic, spent some time on our land in Alamosa, and eventually ventured back to the midwest where our families reside.
And then we settled in HARD. We had a baby and bought a house!
Time has continued to march on and we just celebrated 3 years with Dawes and one year in our house. We have a few wooded acres to roam, a pond, and it’s everything we hoped for and discussed in Colorado as being something that would be worth coming back for.
The century-old farmhouse that came with the property is another (tiny) story, but if you know anything about me and Sean or the Life Rustic blog, you know we don’t mind small spaces. When we lived in the RV full time, I used to say that it just meant we were conveniently closer to the refrigerator…But the house makes up for it with high ceilings and some original(ish) hardwood floors. Plus I love the character and history and the customization projects it offers.
When Sean and I bought our land in Alamosa years ago, we had big (pipe)dreams about turning it into a homestead. That’s not to say it would’ve been impossible… It just would’ve been hard. And life called and we returned home for lots of reasons — including wanting to start a family.
Which brings us to today: With this little acreage and farmhouse I’m going to get to live out my Little House on the Prairie fantasies after all. And it is close to prairie life, with fields and plains to the west and Ozark hills to the east.
Dawes has strawberries sprouting, tomatoes growing, and she’s a better gardener than me. I love it.
We’ve got vegetable gardens plotted, and I’m trying to convince Sean to convert the backside of of the barn/garage into a place for chickens and ducks. They could go out a little door and the ducks could waddle down the trail to the pond and they could eat all the mosquitos and BRB I gotta go make a powerpoint presentation…
As for RV life, YOU KNOW it’s still our thing in one shape or form. The big RV on our property serves as Dawes’s preschool classroom, playroom, hang out spot, and so on. We also can’t wait to once again prep the little bitty vintage Shasta camper for trips with Dawes. With its tiny loft cot that’s just her size, along with its many other oddities and amenities, it’s perfect for our party of 3.
There are lots of new things happening and things that seem new but that are actually kinda old things, and that’s not to mention the state and pace of the world right now, which I won’t even get into.
But I could maybe get woo wooy-ey about it all (Life Rustic, being here, the house, etc) and say “I’m not like, actually into astrology or anything” like I always do right before I launch into a 5 minute explanation about how restarting Life Rustic now has to do with Uranus leaving Taurus, my sun sign, where it’s been for the last handful of years, and I’m coming back to so many things about my authentic self, and having clarity again about this blog, and am writing so easily, and I could go on but won’t because I swear I’m not into astrology…
So anyway — stay tuned. Because we are so back, baby.
