Paul & Babe and Bemidji, MN

Hi all!  It's been a while since we have posted anything, but we're getting our bums in gear, and as you can see, we're on vacation!  Check out our fame over at Today's Letters- Emily is a beautiful blogger with a big heart, and we are honored to be featured on her Fist Pump Friday list!!
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Hope you are all having a wonderful week, and look for regular posts coming soon.
Love to you all!
xoxo
Sonja & Natalie, the Sisters K

Winter

It's snowing again, and I just can't help myself from marching everyone out into the beautiful cold for an early-morning, mid-coffee photo session.   I'm lucky they love me so.

Happy February! 

~Sonja

Love Yourself

Coming up on 30, I started thinking that maybe it's time to retire the old peach scented lotions and cheap raspberry body sprays from middle school, and perhaps start smelling like a lady- whatever that means.  I dragged Natalie to our Sephora (yeahhhriiiiight!  there was no arm twisting) and despite my efforts to ignore the sales lady, she turned out to be very helpful, I wound up taking a personality test for my 'signature scent' and finding out that I am both "earthy" and "floral."  I gagged at a few scents, I respectfully declined a few others that were trying to make me into an elderly lady, and I picked out a few that I thought I could live with, but wasn't ready to commit, so I brought home a nice set of miniature vials from Tocca to try out, and so far I've loved them all.  Today I am wearing Stella with Bitter Orange, Blood Orange, and White Fresia, and I think my favorite might be Florence with Italian Bergamot, Green Pear, and Ivory Gardenia.  The best part, though, is that when you open the box it says "Love Yourself" on the inside lid, and really, no matter what scent I choose for the day, loving yourself is what makes a true lady.
~Sonja

Merry Christmas!!

And Happy 8th Birthday, Bij.

Zombies Crawl?

not written from the frozen spider den

Here we sit inside the heated, cozy, food filled, non-spider infested, welcoming abode of our friends who have taken us in for the evening for craft night. 

Craft night is a weekly tradition, which produces the occasional completed craft, but most often becomes a special evening including many glasses of (usually cheap) wine, 

a few (absolutely delicious and sometimes gluten free) snacks, 

and hours of (girly) girl talk. 

Some nights are held in a home where kiddos are being put to bed, usually spanning the entire length of the evening (thanks patient hubbies) - other nights are held in a home with too many doggies to keep track of, doling out kisses all evening under the table as we knit and chat away, 

however, this week finds us actively avoiding our frigid stone house where apparently black widows reside.  Yes. Black Widows.  

It's not bad enough that in the middle of a dresser switch-out, leaving piles - wait, mountains - of clothing strewn about the house, our furnace starts blowing carbon monoxide up into the house at deadly levels, but we also find that the web being built daily in the bathroom belongs to none other than Ms. Widow herself.  Crawling out of a bathrobe, MOMENTS before use, Ms. Widow prompted us to capture and rid ourselves of her.  We thought about taking a photo for your viewing pleasure, but decided against it since we are both rather clumsy and we figured one of us would accidentally let Ms Widow back out into the house, most likely waking up with both CO poisoning and black widow spider bites all over our bodies.  IF we woke up, that is.  

For now the furnace has been turned off, so carbon monoxide can no longer filter into the house, and the spiders have been contained (at least the poisonous ones), so we will continue to hang out at our nice friends' houses until a new furnace can be put in. Hopefully that'll happen before next Wednesday... I hear it's about to snow.  

This is our first post

This is our first post ever!
Here are some fairytale eggplants to tide you over until we figure this out.