Wandawega Blog Archive
WE HAVE A WINNER!! For our #tatineofficial @anthropologie Candle contest // congratulations, @alamodedesigns // some of our fan friends picked your photo as their favorite, so you & 4 friends get to come to camp for a mini vacation.
Working hard here at camp today- shooting a story with my two fav teddyBEARS @mrbekker @cargo_north
CAMP PERCH RESIDENTS. when we where cutting the top half off off this dead elm to build the treehouse, we found a little birdies nest — since they where the first actual occupants- we kept it, and now it’s the coffee table centerpiece. // Maybe they’ll come back now to see their old home renovated? #TinyHousesOfWandawega
#surreal // That one time that the Super Bowl player rode tandem in the front yard & posted a shot of the near-accident :) Congrats, @ajklein47 on making it to the big game. You + @taylor.rose13 are welcome back to take it for another spin anytime. (We’ll have the brakes fixed by then) : @mollyjocollection
Warmth of winter // :@dcoligado
It’s ready. step into the scout masters room. it’s the littlest room with the mostest history tucked inside. Tour on todays profile link & blog: http://tinyurl.com/j58nh2b
So excited to be collaborating with a true American icon (@betterhomesandgardens) on a secret project we’ll be able to reveal on the coming months when they’re ready to let the cat out of the bag // We’ve been collecting antique issues (like this one) for years, next time you’re at camp look inside your dresser drawer to see which issue you got // anybody have a stash in the attic? Well give them a good home!
Just finished… The new “Scoutmaster’s Room”. (A return to it’s1940s humble utilitarian glory) Formerly known as: The-ugliest-little-room-at-camp-that-nobody has-ever-seen-cause-it-was-a-hoarder’s-den. // sneak peek – before and after on tomorrow’s blog //
THE UGLIEST ROOM AT CAMP
It was that tiny nook with the lopsided ceiling. The one that we shut the door on, so nobody sees it. A catch-all for projects, a crash spot for over-served folks so they wouldn’t try to drive home. We called it “Father B’s room” (a dozen years ago, it was a resting spot reserved for his visits that soon became few and farther between). After his passing, it eventually became the “craft room” (a catch-all for overflowing everything). And the last-ditch spot reserved for our friends who drew the shortest straw. I get sentimental about the little spaces. The ugly ones that nobody wants to stay in. Cold in…