About Me

Welcome to Life in Simple. Follow along on our journey to creating a beautifully simple life in our 1900 Victorian farmhouse.

Our Story

My husband and I met 6 years ago in an unconventional way. Online. Yikes! We were both new to the whole online dating world. Him a long time bachelor and single father and me a newly divorced woman. We both found out we had many things in common and similar interests. We talked about dreams of country living and a simple life. Little did he know I had a small blog called “Life in Simple,” which was on a different platform. We talked for about 2 months and decided we needed to meet in person. He made all the arrangements and I flew out to meet him in Niagara Falls.

When we met in person we both had the feeling we’d known each other for years and the feeling of coming home was overwhelming. We spent an amazing 5 days together in beautiful Niagara Falls. Shortly after I returned home to Oregon and him to New York, we both made the decision for me to move out and start our life together.

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After much scrimping and saving we found our forever home. We closed on our home in July of 2017. We’ve had a fair amount of structural and non-aesthetic work done and a small amount of freshening up in the home.

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We are both new to homesteading and are first time home owners. We both love to learn, whether that is crafts, diy, home repair, decorating, cooking, gardening, or homesteading, we want to know how to do it ourselves. We recently made a New Year’s resolution to make more from scratch, pinch pennies and purchase more Eco-friendly/sustainable products and shop more locally, as much as possible.

About Me

I was born and raised in Southern Oregon. A beautiful and sunny place. I grew up with lots of home cooked meals, a huge garden, a mother who baked french bread, made candy from scratch and canned. My father was an electrical engineer and a jack of all trades. He taught me how to do all the physical labor. Taking us up to fell trees, chopping firewood, making kindling and starting a fire.  He tended the Horses, our one Goat (Buffy), Chickens and took care of the garden.

My love of gardening stems from my Father and my Grandmother. Working with my hands comes from my Father and Grandfather. I would spend weekends in the summer helping my Grandfather at his molding business or building things in his wood shop. I have always been more of a Tom Boy, I enjoyed climbing trees and playing with my two older brothers. My Mother was always trying to keep my pretty clothes, her and my Grandmother made, clean. Skinned knees, bruised elbows, splinters and band-aids were common place in our house. Country life suits me more, as that’s how I grew up. Going into adulthood I moved further away from my roots and forgot many of the skills I learned.

Years later I decided to try my hand at gardening, on my own. I absorbed every gardening book on the topic like a sponge. My first garden was extremely successful and productive, so much so that it was still going strong into November. I also took on the task of learning how to can, which I would wager to say, I took to that like a duck to water. I talked to my Grandmother about it, before she passed, and she helped me to figure out the basics of canning. I look back and want to know how my Grandmother sewed, my Mother knitted, my Father chopped wood, my Grandfather built things. As a couple, we want to have those skills and maybe through us and our endeavors we can help others to also strive towards “Learning, Growing and Living Life in Simple.”

Random Facts About Me

  • After having my license for about 2 months I wrapped my car around a telephone pole. Which I later used the guts from that car to rebuild another car from the ground up with my father. It was a 1978 z28 Camaro.
  • I love nerding out on hippy dippy stuff like metaphysical topics, aliens, crystals and energy healing. Please don’t judge me. LOL.
  • I have a couple fears. I’m afraid of birds, mostly because I don’t want to lose my eyes. Secondly I have a fear of ceiling fans, because I don’t want to lose my head. And don’t even get me started on ceiling fans above the bed.
  • 3 Pet peeves: I hate being rushed. I hate being told what to do. And I hate being interrupted.
  • I fulfilled a long time childhood dream of going to Ireland. I now want to go back with my husband and also see Iceland and Japan. My Fathers family is from Wakayama, Japan. Oh yeah, I’m half Japanese. LOL.