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A Quick Note… WELCOME to what is the beginning of FOLK. After eight months I am beyond excited to present this premiere issue to you. It also fills me with great pride to introduce the concepts and team behind FOLK in this introduction of what is to come. You may be asking what exactly FOLK is all about. Simply put it is about ALL AMERICAN LIVING. The driving force behind FOLK is to immerse the reader in a life that journeys at a slower pace, one that involves drinking iced tea on the front porch, having conversations with friends, reliving the olden days, hunting for the perfect antique and vintage items, eating at local diners, perfecting family recipes, picking tomatoes off the vine, summers spent in a swing under an old oak tree, buying locally made products, driving with windows down and Miranda Lambert blasting, creating unique collections of your own, finding the country life in any setting, and one that remembers the little things that make life worth living. The idea behind FOLK came from months of conversations with friends, many of which are now part of this team. We, as members of Generation Y, have a desire to prove that we care about history, small towns, country life, and the American Spirit. We felt it was time for us to step up and make our mark on the style we love… You’ll notice that many of us are still in college. So at the ripe age of twenty-one I find myself hunting for antiques that are decades older than I am, or flipping through recipes that are twice my age… and I wouldn’t have it any other way! My love of the things that comprise FOLK started in the kitchen of my Aunt June. She is the one responsible for teaching me to garden, to appreciate family and family history, to sew (which I’m still not good at) and most importantly to cook. My Aunt was known for her cakes, which are now the focus of my favorite feature in our premiere issue. Whether its red velvet, German chocolate, or pea-picking, I am sure you, too, will fall in love with one of our family recipes. I hope that you enjoy this first issue and fall in love with FOLK just as much as I have. I told one of my writers a few weeks ago that I want a potential reader to see the cover, pick up the magazine, flip through the issue, and fall in love. I am proud to say that I know you will enjoy FOLK and I would love for you to become one of the Folks!

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NEW LOUISVILLE RISING Heath and Ben take a weekend get-away to Louisville, Kentucky to see what the city has to offer” void of malls, fast food, and interstates they find a charming city that is filled with local specialties, local flavors, and a side of Louisville these two Kentucky natives have never seen.

A DAY SPENT AT BARNHOUSE Kim makes a trip down to Barn House to visit with some amazing friends, to take part in one of their flea market events, and to have a conversation with the boys of Barn House on what the secrets to their success have been.

THE HOUSE OF BLUEGRASS We visit the birthplace of bluegrass music legend Bill Monroe. We also visit the near by communities of Rosine and Beaver Dam during our stay.

WINE COUNTRY JAM SESSION We stop by a local vineyard in the Napa Valley for a lesson on jam making. When the scenery is as beautiful as Napa it is certainly a destination that is not to be missed.

THE CAKES THAT RAISED ME Ben shares the cake recipes that he learned growing up in the kitchen of his Aunt June’s, all while telling the story that led to the creation of FOLK. Whether its Coconut, or Red Velvet, or his favorite Pea-Picking, we are sure you will love them too.

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NEW LOUISVILLE RISING Heath and Ben take a weekend get-away to Louisville, Kentucky to see what the city has to offer” void of malls, fast food, and interstates they find a charming city that is filled with local specialties, local flavors, and a side of Louisville these two Kentucky natives have never seen.

A DAY SPENT AT BARNHOUSE Kim makes a trip down to Barn House to visit with some amazing friends, to take part in one of their flea market events, and to have a conversation with the boys of Barn House on what the secrets to their success have been.

THE HOUSE OF BLUEGRASS We visit the birthplace of bluegrass music legend Bill Monroe. We also visit the near by communities of Rosine and Beaver Dam during our stay.

WINE COUNTRY JAM SESSION We stop by a local vineyard in the Napa Valley for a lesson on jam making. When the scenery is as beautiful as Napa it is certainly a destination that is not to be missed.

THE CAKES THAT RAISED ME Ben shares the cake recipes that he learned growing up in the kitchen of his Aunt June’s, all while telling the story that led to the creation of FOLK. Whether its Coconut, or Red Velvet, or his favorite Pea-Picking, we are sure you will love them too.

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1 A QUICK NOTE 3 INDEX 6 CREDITS & CONTACTS 7 SNAPSHOTS 10 THE LITTLE THINGS 12 WESTCOAST BACKROADS

16 TRAVEL 18 CRAFTING YOUR ART 20 THE REMEMBRENCER 22 FOLK LIFE 33 STYLE 35 HEIRLOOMS 40 JUNK FIX 44 SWEET RETREAT 48 PRIMITIVE LIFE 50 PATTERN 53 FARMHOUSE PHOTOGRAPHY 57 TASTEMAKERS 65 HISTORY 68 SHORTSTORY 71 FEATURES 104 UNTIL NEXT TIME FOLK 5

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Snapshots… FOLK READERS SUBMIT THEIR PHOTOS

Welcome to autumn in the Canadian Rockies! | Anne Davis

Grand Teton National Park | Sally Hale

Montpelier, Vermont | Cathy

Petey | Jaime Baldwin

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FOLK BEN ASHBYEDITOR-IN-CHIEF

DIRECTOR OF ADVERTISING & MARKETING

HILLARY LEWIShillary.folk@gmail.com

EDITORIALSHANNON ASHBYANDREW KOHNEDDIE LEGASPI

LINDA REIDKIMBERLY STRYKER

LIZA TURNER

CREATEDEB KENNEDYANGIE UPTON

DONNA WILLIAMSMICHAEL WURM JR.

FOODDAVID GOBELI

SANDY ROBINSONAMY THAYER

FASHIONHEATH STILTNER

FEATURESJEN O’CONNOR

GAVIN O’NEILL

GINA YOUNG

PHOTOGRAPHYJEREMY RYAN HATFIELD

PRODUCTIONTOSHA JACKSON | DIRECTOR OF DESIGN

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MISCELLANEOUS: For editorial queries please email us at editor.folk@gmail.com or send us a letter to PO Box 195 Beaver Dam, KY 42320. 2011 FOLK Magazine, a division of CHANDLERclark. All rights reserved. Reproduction in whole or in part without permission is prohibited. No rights for commercial use or exploitation are given or implied. LETTERS TO THE EDITOR: Please email Ben at editor.folk@gmail.com or mail a letter to PO Box 195 Beaver Dam, KY 42320.

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THE LITTLE THINGS BY: LIZA TURNER

Forget Play Stations. We had napkin pigs to draw.

You know that "this isn't gonna be good" feeling? I experienced that one blustery Tuesday morning as I nonchalantly smiled and carefully maneuvered past the old men gathered in the seating area at Jax's convenience store in Russell Springs. This is the same gas station where I would stop every Tuesday and Thursday around 6:00 am to pay tribute to my Diet Dr. Pepper addiction, and on those days when Lucy and Willie planned to patron puppy day care, their own sausage biscuit affinities. There wasn’t one morning that the jolly gentleman who sat in front of the DDP cooler with his coffee (black; my 1/2 coffee, 1/2 vanilla spiced rum or pumpkin spiced Coffeemate likely invited scoffing) or tenderloin biscuit in hand, offered to move his chair while saying something along the lines of, "excuse me, little lady." He wasn’t rude at all, I think probably just preoccupied with the duties at hand: eat, converse, piddle. Okay, back to that funny feeling. As I weaved through the maze of storytellers and pretend listeners who were in fact only waiting for that brief break in conversation so they could start their own tale, I quickly glanced out the glass front and noticed that Lucy was in the front seat. It was a cold morning so I had left my car running, planning to simply hop back in, turn the volume up (a mix CD I believe - Avett Brothers, November Blue playing), resume the dancing that made the 3 hours seem less boring, and continue my journey to UK (I had only recently moved back to my hometown and was thus still working in Lexington). Well, I did hop back in...15 minutes, and a visit from a local police officer, later. My "funny feeling" was validated. This story, however, really has nothing to do with my dog locking me out of my car. As I stood outside Jax's waiting for the officer (who, by the way, was incredibly helpful without being condescending) on a 32-degree-morning in my mom's grey sweater dress and knee-high black boots, I intently kept my eyes on the parking lot. For I knew that a quarter turn to the left would mean staring into 12 pairs of eyes, eyes becoming more almond-shaped by the minute (let the snickering commence). I couldn't blame them, though. This was ridiculousness at its finest. I did not expect any of them to have door unlocking kits in their mid-to-late 90s Chevrolets or more importantly, the desire to fight off Willie, who by this point, had realized that we were at the biscuit shop. I needed neither pity nor help. Go ahead, old men, laugh. When I think about this particular day, the collection of years, stories, adventures, and knowledge - embodied in

what I would put money on being good, honest men - is the part of the story that intrigues me. What do men do at gas stations for hours? What is the spectrum of conversation on any given day? What is the appeal of sitting in uncomfortable chairs and eating crap? Why are women rarely seen in glass-front gas station windows laughing at 30-ish-year-old women who get locked out of their cars by an animal? Now, I will admit that, to some extent, I do personally understand the lure of the convenience store. Growing up in rural, southern Kentucky (and being a tom boy to boot), I vividly remember going with my dad to various country stores in the area. He'd get us (my older sister and me) healthy treats that mom refused to keep at our house: cokes, candy bars and/or Little Debbie cakes, ham & cheese loaf sandwiches. I remember sitting down at a table at Dewey Curtis’ store in Marrowbone (beside the Post Office, across from where the Feed Shed used to be ) and giggling as Pearl showed Leigh and me how to use letters - M, E, W, W, and S - to draw a pig (on a napkin of course). Thus, while I may not remember the conversations that Dad would have or really the reason we had even gone there in the first place, I sit here right now, some 25 years later, and continue to feel a sense of simplicity and comfort and happiness. That's probably a good sign. But, I want to go back to the questions. Why do all of my memories involve my dad taking me? Why are gas stations, seemingly much more commercial and less authentic to a local setting, the modern gathering place country store? Why wouldn’t the overalls guy move when I was trying to reach into the soda cooler?

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THE LITTLE THINGS I have some ideas. First and foremost, I've come to learn (and I understand that I am inviting critiques from those with academic backgrounds in Gender and Women’s Studies - heck, I am that person) that men are typically better (or at least more carefree) piddlers than women. The idea of spending an hour or two in the morning - when household responsibilities loom large - to drink coffee and chat is a foreign concept; guilt gets the best of women. I don’t think my dad, affectionately referred to as ‚CLT‛ by many, ever felt that as he ate his nabs at the Marrowbone Marathon. This isn't to suggest, however, that women are somehow ‚above‛ such foolishness or that we don't waste time. I am a pretty phenomenal piddler in fact. Secondly, (and continuing with the politically incorrect gender characterizations), it has been my experience that the men in my family are the storytellers. They are the ones who like to entertain via reflection and the occasional exaggeration: admirable, quite funny, and honest, yet not above spotlight cravings. Maybe the gas station is the most accessible and inviting stage in those instances when no one at home is listening? Thirdly, and I think most intriguingly, in an age of technology, standardization, and macro society, particular gas stations can be the place of community, the local, the familiar. While the notion of "community" seemed to be inadvertently built in past decades (and this may be a romanticized assumption), maybe the gas-station-breakfast-area, even with its mass marketing and standardized product lines, is the equivalent of urban farmers' markets - a conscious attempt to build or rekindle community. While few "country stores" remain (even in those rural communities where they were once a staple), gas stations, particularly those that employ local workers, can potentially create or foster those same emotions I had as I drew pigs on napkins many years ago - simplicity, comfort, happiness. Or, maybe as the gentlemen told me recently when I went to the Marrowbone Marathon to informally interview and take pictures, gas stations are simply places to "get the morning news" and "lie."

LIZA TURNER: ‚Sometimes, you know, we see the forest BECAUSE of the trees.‛ I am a collector of ‚little things,‛ even though I have absolutely zero free-standing shelves devoted to trinkets that once seemed ‚unique‛ or ‚quirky,‛ but that now just serve as reminders of that one yard sale (that passed itself off as an antique store) I visited that one time. I try to collect moments ” little snippets of the day that tickle me; comments, looks, and/or gestures from friends and random strangers alike that make me wonder or smile; the unwrapping of hand-written cards and homemade tokens (literal or figurative) of appreciation; the enjoyment of guilty pleasures that are, at worst, indulgent time-wasters, at best, pop culture community development; those ‚everyday‛ decisions that remind me to feel, to be present, in my completely ‚everyday,‛ yet completely extraordinary life. While there’s definitely something to the ‚big picture‛/ keep your perspective cliché, the tones and shades and shadows are inspiring and beautiful and heartbreaking and frustrating in their own right. It took me moving back to my hometown at age 29 to appreciate the depth and significance of these ‚Little Things.‛ I am, and will likely always be, a Kentucky girl. I did my

undergraduate work at Centre College, my graduate work at both Eastern Kentucky University and the University of Kentucky. I am a former high school social studies teacher and coach, former college teaching assistant, former history PhD student who spent most of my 20s in the Danville/Lexington area. I am now the public library director in my hometown in southern Kentucky. And while my college and post-graduation experiences color me ” I am an unabashed supporter of the liberal arts, I love to travel with my best friend and former roommate, Caroline (Chicago native), I love to read (non-fiction primarily) and write and think and explore ” it is my life, as I know it now, that most fulfills me. I am a novice gardener; I am an aunt to my hilarious niece that lives a mere 10 minutes away; I can sit on my mom’s front porch swing any night I want; I walk my two unknown breed dogs a little after sunrise and a little before sunset in tacky outfits that the residents of Marrowbone kindly ignore; I wave at drivers and talk to sidewalk companions I meet when I make the short little jaunt from the Library to Annie Ruby’s café; my co-workers make me laugh just as we make occasional trips to Minit Mart to get each other fountain drinks or iced coffees; my job inspires me and various community committees keep me engaged and motivated (Farmers’ Market in particular). I simply love my seemingly simple life…because of the ‚Little Things.‛

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WESTCOAST BACKROADS

BY: KIMBERLY TAYLOR

Welcome to Westcoast Backroads - so nice to have you here!

In this vastly diverse country, folk means different things in different regions. The one thing that is the same to all folks, however, is the desire to return to a simpler way of life, to enjoy a slower pace, and find joy in the journey rather than the destination. It's appreciating the process, whether it's

preparing a wonderful meal for those you love, spending hours in the gardens, tending to your fresh vegetables and beautiful flowers, or shopping at your local farmer's market for the freshest meats,

dairy, and produce.

Here on the west coast and probably in many other places - there are so many things that bring joy to folks. It's the smell of laundry after it has dried on the line in the sunshine, or maybe it is those long, leisurely outdoor dinners on summer evenings, surrounded by those you love. It's a picnic by the shore, searching for tiny crabs under rocks and the smell of warm blackberries growing along sandy roads mixed with the scent of salty air. It's the smell of bonfires on cool autumn days, or the sight of golden leaves gently falling as winter approaches. Whether it's the smell of lilacs in the spring, or taking in warm summer breezes, harvesting apples for crumbles and pies and cobblers, or sitting next to a warm fire on a cold winter afternoon, it's all about slowing down and connecting with the people and things around us. I hope in this column you will find inspiration. I hope you discover what brings us together, as well as be inspired by what makes us different. What we share is this - a common desire to return to a simpler way of life. We aspire to find the things in our lives that give us comfort, or remind us of times gone by. Whether it's your favorite comfort foods slowly and lovingly prepared, or sleeping under the weight of an old quilt made by your great-grandmother years ago, we all share the love of comfort. In this column you will read about wonderful escapes - destinations here on the west coast that are perfect for a weekend away, maybe longer. I will share some of the best places to find my favorite things: small shops, mom and pops that have been around forever; fabulous vintage flea markets, where things are repurposed and put to good use. I hope you will learn to appreciate things that have a story, that were loved before, and that hopefully you will find a place for in your own home. You will discover wonderful items that are made in America by designers that see the importance of manufacturing things here in the United States. Most of all, I hope you find the road less traveled, wherever you are.

WESTCOAST BACKROADS

BY: KIMBERLY TAYLOR

Welcome to Westcoast Backroads - so nice to have you here!

In this vastly diverse country, folk means different things in different regions. The one thing that is the same to all folks, however, is the desire to return to a simpler way of life, to enjoy a slower pace, and find joy in the journey rather than the destination. It's appreciating the process, whether it's

preparing a wonderful meal for those you love, spending hours in the gardens, tending to your fresh vegetables and beautiful flowers, or shopping at your local farmer's market for the freshest meats,

dairy, and produce.

Here on the west coast and probably in many other places - there are so many things that bring joy to folks. It's the smell of laundry after it has dried on the line in the sunshine, or maybe it is those long, leisurely outdoor dinners on summer evenings, surrounded by those you love. It's a picnic by the shore, searching for tiny crabs under rocks and the smell of warm blackberries growing along sandy roads mixed with the scent of salty air. It's the smell of bonfires on cool autumn days, or the sight of golden leaves gently falling as winter approaches. Whether it's the smell of lilacs in the spring, or taking in warm summer breezes, harvesting apples for crumbles and pies and cobblers, or sitting next to a warm fire on a cold winter afternoon, it's all about slowing down and connecting with the people and things around us. I hope in this column you will find inspiration. I hope you discover what brings us together, as well as be inspired by what makes us different. What we share is this - a common desire to return to a simpler way of life. We aspire to find the things in our lives that give us comfort, or remind us of times gone by. Whether it's your favorite comfort foods slowly and lovingly prepared, or sleeping under the weight of an old quilt made by your great-grandmother years ago, we all share the love of comfort. In this column you will read about wonderful escapes - destinations here on the west coast that are perfect for a weekend away, maybe longer. I will share some of the best places to find my favorite things: small shops, mom and pops that have been around forever; fabulous vintage flea markets, where things are repurposed and put to good use. I hope you will learn to appreciate things that have a story, that were loved before, and that hopefully you will find a place for in your own home. You will discover wonderful items that are made in America by designers that see the importance of manufacturing things here in the United States. Most of all, I hope you find the road less traveled, wherever you are.

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Perhaps it’s because most autumns in my life have been marked by returning to classes with new school supplies, warm sweaters and mile-long reading lists, but something about fall always sends me careening towards a fireplace with a blanket, a hot cup of coffee and a good book. The arrival of cooler months, however, doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s time to begin winter hibernation ” many local communities celebrate the changing season with outdoor festivals chocked full of vendors and musicians, as well as more traditional fare like hot apple cider and hayrides. These lighthearted gatherings serve as a causally intimate introduction to the oft-overlooked artisans„and the art of ‚crafting‛„within your surrounding community. Growing up in a small West Virginian town, Milton, WV, some of my fondest seasonal memories are of its annual West Virginia Pumpkin Festival. Established in 1985, the WV Pumpkin Festival was designed to assist farmers with the raising and selling of pumpkins; in addition to produce competitions and markets, the festival now includes horse shows, motocross races, a beauty pageant, parades and a 5k run. Though it has steadily grown into one of the largest autumnal activities in its tri-state region, the Pumpkin Festival’s unique brand of small-town charm draws in participants from across the globe. My mother, a seamstress, and my grandfather, a woodworker, used to participate in the Arts and Crafts exhibition every year. Though I loathed the 5 a.m. rise time to travel and set up their respective vendor booths, my younger self reveled in the hours of exploration that would come once the crowds began to arrive. Middle school hallways transformed into a labyrinth of homemade baked pies, wax candles, quilts, floral arrangements, handmade instruments and toys, and a myriad of other one-of-a-kind items„the artists not competing for any entrepreneurial awards for their craftsmanship, but rather hoping to display share their hard work with folks who appreciate the time, patience and skill necessary to create something„artwork„by hand. Moving from booth to booth, I was astounded that the toy train I was eyed longingly was once a block of wood and the snickerdoodle cookies the baker at the booth next to my grandfather graciously gave were once just a pile of eggs, sugar, cinnamon and baking soda. These yearly forays through the Arts and Crafts exhibition were my first

instances of discovery that not only could people use objects to make something else entirely, but also that someone is only limited by their creativity. It was not until much later that I began to fully appreciate the amount of work that went into each booth. Watching my mom begin preparations for her exhibit months in advance, in addition to whatever other projects„crocheting blankets, sewing costumes for the most recent community theatre production, etc.„were underway, I understood the energy, pride and personality that went into each piece. When we use the word ‚crafts‛ in conversation, many people unconsciously demean the word, thinking of those popsicle stick and glitter-glue creations that haunt us on our parent’s refrigerators for years after we’ve brought home from school. It is important, however, to recall that, at its definition, a ‚craft‛ is a skill, or the act of making or producing with care and ingenuity. A 2008 study published in BBC Science tells us that to truly be ‘brilliant’ at one’s craft, it requires approximately 10,000 hours of practice. This number, of course, breaks down into digestible amounts: it would take 3 hours of dedicated work every day for more than 9 years to achieve ‚mastery.‛ Looking around, it seems as though there are very few people investing that much time into a productive activity (i.e., one that actually produces an object), deferring to their computers, smart-phones, kindles, etc. The simple joy of creation, the reveling in the crafting of something wholly one’s own, is missing. And as a would-be-art-and-media-savvy member of an increasingly consumer-based culture, I admit that I am as guilty as anyone.

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Finding inspiration through local fall festivals

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Perhaps it’s because most autumns in my life have been marked by returning to classes with new school supplies, warm sweaters and mile-long reading lists, but something about fall always sends me careening towards a fireplace with a blanket, a hot cup of coffee and a good book. The arrival of cooler months, however, doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s time to begin winter hibernation ” many local communities celebrate the changing season with outdoor festivals chocked full of vendors and musicians, as well as more traditional fare like hot apple cider and hayrides. These lighthearted gatherings serve as a causally intimate introduction to the oft-overlooked artisans„and the art of ‚crafting‛„within your surrounding community. Growing up in a small West Virginian town, Milton, WV, some of my fondest seasonal memories are of its annual West Virginia Pumpkin Festival. Established in 1985, the WV Pumpkin Festival was designed to assist farmers with the raising and selling of pumpkins; in addition to produce competitions and markets, the festival now includes horse shows, motocross races, a beauty pageant, parades and a 5k run. Though it has steadily grown into one of the largest autumnal activities in its tri-state region, the Pumpkin Festival’s unique brand of small-town charm draws in participants from across the globe. My mother, a seamstress, and my grandfather, a woodworker, used to participate in the Arts and Crafts exhibition every year. Though I loathed the 5 a.m. rise time to travel and set up their respective vendor booths, my younger self reveled in the hours of exploration that would come once the crowds began to arrive. Middle school hallways transformed into a labyrinth of homemade baked pies, wax candles, quilts, floral arrangements, handmade instruments and toys, and a myriad of other one-of-a-kind items„the artists not competing for any entrepreneurial awards for their craftsmanship, but rather hoping to display share their hard work with folks who appreciate the time, patience and skill necessary to create something„artwork„by hand. Moving from booth to booth, I was astounded that the toy train I was eyed longingly was once a block of wood and the snickerdoodle cookies the baker at the booth next to my grandfather graciously gave were once just a pile of eggs, sugar, cinnamon and baking soda. These yearly forays through the Arts and Crafts exhibition were my first

instances of discovery that not only could people use objects to make something else entirely, but also that someone is only limited by their creativity. It was not until much later that I began to fully appreciate the amount of work that went into each booth. Watching my mom begin preparations for her exhibit months in advance, in addition to whatever other projects„crocheting blankets, sewing costumes for the most recent community theatre production, etc.„were underway, I understood the energy, pride and personality that went into each piece. When we use the word ‚crafts‛ in conversation, many people unconsciously demean the word, thinking of those popsicle stick and glitter-glue creations that haunt us on our parent’s refrigerators for years after we’ve brought home from school. It is important, however, to recall that, at its definition, a ‚craft‛ is a skill, or the act of making or producing with care and ingenuity. A 2008 study published in BBC Science tells us that to truly be ‘brilliant’ at one’s craft, it requires approximately 10,000 hours of practice. This number, of course, breaks down into digestible amounts: it would take 3 hours of dedicated work every day for more than 9 years to achieve ‚mastery.‛ Looking around, it seems as though there are very few people investing that much time into a productive activity (i.e., one that actually produces an object), deferring to their computers, smart-phones, kindles, etc. The simple joy of creation, the reveling in the crafting of something wholly one’s own, is missing. And as a would-be-art-and-media-savvy member of an increasingly consumer-based culture, I admit that I am as guilty as anyone.

CRAFTING YOUR ART BY: SAMUEL YATES

Finding inspiration through local fall festivals

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2011 Constitution Square Arts Fest September 9, 10, 11 ” Danville, KY

For more information on Danville’s 34th Festival, including an extensive entertainment schedule that includes local favorites such as the Advocate Brass Band and Dump Truck on the Run, please visit betterindanville.com/Constitution-Square-Arts-Fest.aspx

Travel Tip: Don’t stock up on fair food, since the main street of Danville is full of locally owned restaurants that have affordable (and large-portioned) daily specials. Enjoy a specialty pies for lunch at Blue Grass Pizza and Pub, grab a coffee at The Hub, and take in a leisurely dinner at Mermaid’s Bar and Bistro. Warning: you may want to spread out your meals ” and then run the Constitution Square 5k the next morning!

2011 West Virginia Pumpkin Festival October 6, 7, 8 and 9 ” Milton, WV

For more information, including a schedule of events, contestant application forms, lodging advice and directions, please visit wvpumpkinpark.com/.

Travel Tip: Make sure you don’t leave Milton without taking a journey through ‚The Maize‛ at Cooper Farms, LLC ” the largest corn maze in the tri-state area! Usually operational from September through October, The Maize features a new WV-inspired design every year. Another local must-see is the Blenko Glass factory. Operating since 1893, you can take a tour, see the glass blowers at work by the furnaces, enjoy impressive artwork and purchase practical glassware.

Later, when I moved to an even smaller town in central Kentucky to read for my undergraduate degree, I discovered a city that celebrates its artists every September. Eager to revisit my childhood memories„and see what each vendor had in store„I took a walk down the city’s main street, encountering throngs of budding artists, established veterans and their admirers. The Constitution Square Arts Fest of Danville brought vivid flashbacks from my youth of the maze of artists sharing their artwork„but it also brought a greater awareness of the importance of having these talented folks on display: if we don’t continue to value and teach the art of ‚crafting,‛ it will cease to exist. Now, when I travel though booths at Arts and Crafts festivals, I am witness to an excitement for the personal challenge of and love for the craft, whatever it may be„for taking materials like a block of wood, or scraps of fabric, and creating something wholly different with them. I’m an eavesdropper on the conversations happening between a

hammer-dulcimer player with a curious young boy, ready to learn and take a few tentative plucks at the strings. In short„I am inspired to create; to find something that I enjoy for enjoyment’s sake, and perhaps some day stake claim at its mastery. So, rather than avoiding the cool weather and retreating into your comfortable reading chairs this autumn, I implore you: go outside to enjoy the seasonal fare„interact with your community„ decide to visit festivals in your hometown, or find one nearby. For me, local arts exhibitions were the beginning of what I hope will be a life-long journey in the art of ‚crafting,‛ challenging me to breathe new life into my everyday routine. And who knows? Maybe this fall it will do the same for you.

CRAFTING YOUR ART

THE REMEMBRENCER BY: HEATH STILTNER

The Fodder of Memory

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WHAT IS IT about milder nights and yellowing leaves that makes everyone slow down and take a deep breath? Fall is that time of year that I take time to honestly appreciate the little things in life. It seems that, more than any other season, Fall is responsible for many of the great memories I have of days past. I know that many people remember holidays and Summer vacations, but Fall memories are different. Fall reminds us of the togetherness we share with our families, the beauty of nature, and to slow down our busy lives to take note of all of the beautiful things that surround us.

Memories always seem to resurface

during Fall, good and bad, but always more vivid than the changing leaves. Fall is a constant reminder of days long past, blue Power Ranger costumes, Fall festivals, and family togetherness. Fall is the time when family really makes the biggest impact for me, it is not about football games (though I have gone to my fair share of those). How many people can attribute their passion in life to a season? I think that I can.

Most of the things I enjoy doing, and

things you will hear me write about for quite a while, have been done in the Fall. I have fond memories of cooking in the kitchen with my Nana, and watching her can apple butter and preserves that certainly do not belong in any other season. Cooking has always been a favorite hobby of mine. I love learning family recipes and introducing new ones into our collection and, since most of our dinners happen in the Fall, it always seems to happen in slow autumnal days. I have learned to make apple butter, stack cake, corn bread, biscuits, gravy, ham, yams, and most of the staples of our family dinners during the months of September and October. I have cooked dinners for my mother on her birthday, and have had dinner with all of my extended family for my cousin’s.

More than cooking with the women of my

family, I am reminded of the ridiculous projects I have always given my dad during seasons past. I do not remember a time when I have not asked him to build something for me. Though he has taught me much of what I know about using power tools and making things for myself instead of buying them, I still like to have him do it instead. Sometimes the projects were elaborate, and sometimes not so much, but always there were projects.

I think that my love of decorating comes from all

of these projects and not just memories I have of visiting him on contracting jobs. More of my inspiration comes from the fodder shot that he built me to read in when I was ten, or more so, the cabin. The cabin was a one-room, stilted home I asked for during the summer of my seventh birthday. My dad built it for me and after he finished during the early Fall, we both spent the night there on one Friday night. I think it may have been the only time anyone ever stayed in it, but I think it was enough to make it worth the effort. Though, dad may disagree. Other projects have come up since then, but I think that the cabin has been my biggest influence in my interest in architecture and design, and it probably always will be.

Fall has always been a friend, whether we went

hiking together in the woods behind my house, watched my sister Heather sing in a hodgepodge of festivals, or watching the Halloween torch pass to a younger generation. It’s a comforting time to remember all of the times that have brought me to this place in life, and to make new memories. Whether the milder nights of Fall are spent recanting tales around a campfire, or the weekends are spent traveling, the one thing that always remains are the people who share all of the seasons with me, my family.

HEATH STILTNER: From a small town in rural Eastern Kentucky, I draw much of my inspiration and appreciation for country style from my family. Raised on sweet tea, cornbread and milk, antiques, horse shows, and gingham, talking and writing about country life became a hobby at an early age. Now living in Lexington, KY, I try to find a little piece

of Appalachia in everyone and everything.

THE REMEMBRENCER BY: HEATH STILTNER

The Fodder of Memory

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WHAT IS IT about milder nights and yellowing leaves that makes everyone slow down and take a deep breath? Fall is that time of year that I take time to honestly appreciate the little things in life. It seems that, more than any other season, Fall is responsible for many of the great memories I have of days past. I know that many people remember holidays and Summer vacations, but Fall memories are different. Fall reminds us of the togetherness we share with our families, the beauty of nature, and to slow down our busy lives to take note of all of the beautiful things that surround us.

Memories always seem to resurface

during Fall, good and bad, but always more vivid than the changing leaves. Fall is a constant reminder of days long past, blue Power Ranger costumes, Fall festivals, and family togetherness. Fall is the time when family really makes the biggest impact for me, it is not about football games (though I have gone to my fair share of those). How many people can attribute their passion in life to a season? I think that I can.

Most of the things I enjoy doing, and

things you will hear me write about for quite a while, have been done in the Fall. I have fond memories of cooking in the kitchen with my Nana, and watching her can apple butter and preserves that certainly do not belong in any other season. Cooking has always been a favorite hobby of mine. I love learning family recipes and introducing new ones into our collection and, since most of our dinners happen in the Fall, it always seems to happen in slow autumnal days. I have learned to make apple butter, stack cake, corn bread, biscuits, gravy, ham, yams, and most of the staples of our family dinners during the months of September and October. I have cooked dinners for my mother on her birthday, and have had dinner with all of my extended family for my cousin’s.

More than cooking with the women of my

family, I am reminded of the ridiculous projects I have always given my dad during seasons past. I do not remember a time when I have not asked him to build something for me. Though he has taught me much of what I know about using power tools and making things for myself instead of buying them, I still like to have him do it instead. Sometimes the projects were elaborate, and sometimes not so much, but always there were projects.

I think that my love of decorating comes from all

of these projects and not just memories I have of visiting him on contracting jobs. More of my inspiration comes from the fodder shot that he built me to read in when I was ten, or more so, the cabin. The cabin was a one-room, stilted home I asked for during the summer of my seventh birthday. My dad built it for me and after he finished during the early Fall, we both spent the night there on one Friday night. I think it may have been the only time anyone ever stayed in it, but I think it was enough to make it worth the effort. Though, dad may disagree. Other projects have come up since then, but I think that the cabin has been my biggest influence in my interest in architecture and design, and it probably always will be.

Fall has always been a friend, whether we went

hiking together in the woods behind my house, watched my sister Heather sing in a hodgepodge of festivals, or watching the Halloween torch pass to a younger generation. It’s a comforting time to remember all of the times that have brought me to this place in life, and to make new memories. Whether the milder nights of Fall are spent recanting tales around a campfire, or the weekends are spent traveling, the one thing that always remains are the people who share all of the seasons with me, my family.

HEATH STILTNER: From a small town in rural Eastern Kentucky, I draw much of my inspiration and appreciation for country style from my family. Raised on sweet tea, cornbread and milk, antiques, horse shows, and gingham, talking and writing about country life became a hobby at an early age. Now living in Lexington, KY, I try to find a little piece

of Appalachia in everyone and everything.

FOLK LIFE PEOPLE, PRODUCTS, AND PLACES TO LOVE

Espresso Brownie | Whimsy and Spice

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Worton Weekender | $249 | Blue Claw Co.

Vanilla Caramels | The Caramel Jar

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SCORE! Here in the south the autumn months are

filled with college football games. Our staff has picked their favorites to have at

any game this season. ”Go Cats!

$24.95 | Buffalo and Company

$20.00 | Southern Marsh

$27.99 | Luxley & Bernard

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Here at FOLK we are all about showing your creations. Back in July we asked our readers to submit their favorite Halloween pieces they’ve created. These are our favorites. To view more check out our Facebook

page. Facebook.com/wearefolk

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The Whimsical Whittler

Honey and Maple Syrup

Needlin Around Jody Cain

Prim Penny Lori Ann Corelis Cheswick Company

Question & Answer FOLK LIFE SEPT/OCT 2011

We set down with some of our favorite bloggers, Store owners, and Designers for a session of rapid fire Q&A.

1) Your name, business/blog name: Janelle Mueler, Nelly's Nest nellysnestantiques.blogspot.com 2) Year Started: I started participating in shows in 2007 and I opened my brick and mortar store in April of 2010. 3) Why do you do what you do: My husband, Justin, would say I do it to support my habit. I say I do it because I love the comfort, beauty, and story antiques have. I also love the people I meet! 4) Favorite aspect of it: I always get first dibs on the antiques in my shop, and of course all the interesting people that I cross paths with. 5) How would you describe your style: My shop focuses on the great American primitive style. 6) What is next: I would love to expand and begin to offer upholstered furniture as well as incorporate the "urban loft" and industrial styles in with primitives. That look to me is so functional as well as cozy! That will hopefully happen within the next couple of years. 7) Location/website: Lincoln, NE , nellysnestantiques.blogspot.com & facebook.com/nellysnest 8) Anything else: I am a patriot, and I work very hard to find U.S. artisans to carry in my shop. If it's not old, it's more than likely handmade in the proud USA.

1) Your name, business/blog name: Deborah Kurtzer, blog: hegebee57 2) Year Started: I started my blog July 2010 3) Why do you do what you do: It's another creative outlet for me. 4) Favorite aspect of it: I would have to say my favorite part is :I get to meet, and be inspired by lots of interesting and talented people from around the world. 5) How would you describe your style: Definitely eclectic! I love the juxtaposition of something formal with something very primitive. I buy want I like. When I find something I ask myself "What can I do with this?" Luckily it all seems to work! 6) What is next: I'm open. Being featured in a magazine?:) 7) Location/website: Nebraska City, Ne. hegebee57.blogspot.com

Janelle and Deborah are a mother-daughter duo that I met early on in the development of FOLK. I recently sent some questions over to the two of them in order to learn a bit more on why Janelle and Deborah are perfect for FOLK.

Question & Answer FOLK LIFE SEPT/OCT 2011

We set down with some of our favorite bloggers, Store owners, and Designers for a session of rapid fire Q&A.

1) Your name, business/blog name: Janelle Mueler, Nelly's Nest nellysnestantiques.blogspot.com 2) Year Started: I started participating in shows in 2007 and I opened my brick and mortar store in April of 2010. 3) Why do you do what you do: My husband, Justin, would say I do it to support my habit. I say I do it because I love the comfort, beauty, and story antiques have. I also love the people I meet! 4) Favorite aspect of it: I always get first dibs on the antiques in my shop, and of course all the interesting people that I cross paths with. 5) How would you describe your style: My shop focuses on the great American primitive style. 6) What is next: I would love to expand and begin to offer upholstered furniture as well as incorporate the "urban loft" and industrial styles in with primitives. That look to me is so functional as well as cozy! That will hopefully happen within the next couple of years. 7) Location/website: Lincoln, NE , nellysnestantiques.blogspot.com & facebook.com/nellysnest 8) Anything else: I am a patriot, and I work very hard to find U.S. artisans to carry in my shop. If it's not old, it's more than likely handmade in the proud USA.

1) Your name, business/blog name: Deborah Kurtzer, blog: hegebee57 2) Year Started: I started my blog July 2010 3) Why do you do what you do: It's another creative outlet for me. 4) Favorite aspect of it: I would have to say my favorite part is :I get to meet, and be inspired by lots of interesting and talented people from around the world. 5) How would you describe your style: Definitely eclectic! I love the juxtaposition of something formal with something very primitive. I buy want I like. When I find something I ask myself "What can I do with this?" Luckily it all seems to work! 6) What is next: I'm open. Being featured in a magazine?:) 7) Location/website: Nebraska City, Ne. hegebee57.blogspot.com

Janelle and Deborah are a mother-daughter duo that I met early on in the development of FOLK. I recently sent some questions over to the two of them in order to learn a bit more on why Janelle and Deborah are perfect for FOLK.

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SEPT/OCT 2011 FOLK LIFE

1) Name - Adam Blitzer

2) What you do I am a luggage and lifestyle designer

3) When you started:

I started a little over a year ago while living in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I came to the realization that I couldn’t find luggage that epitomized my lifestyle and look: understated, timeless, well made and affordable.

4) Why American: I decided to make all of my products 100% in America for several reasons. The first is that I believe America needs to get back on its feet and start making real, tangible products. We are so heavily focused on service businesses that we rely on purchasing our real goods from overseas. To reaffirm the throne as the business epicenter of the world, we need to become self-sustaining. Our US dollars that go overseas are not repatriated -- they stay overseas.

The second is the quality of working environments. Domestic production allows for fair wages and humane production. I visited my factory yesterday and all sewers were taking an ice cream break and socializing. Seeing this put a smile on my face and reinforces my desire to produce domestically. It does cost more, but the additional cost of production makes for a better America and the quality shows. 5) What makes you folky? When I think of the word folk, I think of grassroots movements spread by word of mouth. At Blue Claw Co., we abide by the same mantra. Our story is about as grassroots as you can get. We started small, focusing on making the best possible products and built our brand using the word of mouth our initial customers were spreading. The reception we got from our first set of customers was better than we could have ever anticipated. While we rely heavily on new technology like Twitter and Facebook to help share our message, I believe these venues make Blue Claw Co.’s humble beginnings a 21st century folk story. 6) Favorite American in history: I'm a big history buff so that is too hard to choose just one person. Someone who I really respect is Daymond John (Founder of FUBU) ” while our products are very different, his story of starting small, from the ground- up and trusting his peers to share his message is really admirable. At Blue Claw Co. we produce bags that are stylish and affordable. Every member of the team is young and ambitious, and we are doing our part to make sure the millennial generation is dressed to impress! 7) Pick a color: red, white, or blue - Blue of course! 8) Hometown - Merion, PA 9) What is one thing we should know about your business: Before Blue Claw Co. brings any item to market, it goes through an in depth and rigorous testing process. We begin by sampling the item based on sketches. From there, as a team we discuss what changes we want to make. After that we produce another sample ” once we think the item is perfect, we send a sample to our most loyal customers and let them give us feedback. The process can be well over 7 months but is the only way we can be assured the product is truly up to Blue Claw standards. We make this commitment to you. We want the item to be perfect and we sample until it is. My personal Worton Weekender has over 50,000 miles on it! 10) Whats next for your business: We have a lot of exciting plans in the works. We are expanding the line slowly but strategically. Be on the lookout for totes, garment bags, messengers and more…

Question & Answer WITH ADAM BLITZER

The Crab Shack Tybee Island, GA

Salt Water Cowboys St. Augustine, FL

The Crab Shack on Tybee Island is a must see for any Savannah Area vacation. Although it would be hard to overshadow the menu, the overall atmosphere is what I believe has led to such a success. From the crafty light fixtures made from old half bushel baskets, to the seafood so fresh you’ll think you caught is yourself, to the breath-taking views of Chimney Creek that surround your dining experience ;it’s a place you truly don’t want to miss!

Two pieces of advice: go well before dark to take in the views of the gorgeous marsh land surrounding the restaurant and be ready to eat! The menu has been exquisitely assembled to provide generous portions that should suit almost anyone’s taste buds! But it doesn’t end there. The décor is second to none. When visiting S.W. Cowboys you will truly feel as if you’ve stepped right off of a fishing boat into a local hideaway. Advertised as ‚where the locals eat,‛ as soon as you pull into the parking lot it is easy to see what all the fuss is about!

FOLK LIFE SEPT/OCT 2011

THE FOODY BY: HILLARY LEWIS

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Hillary Lewis: With permanent roots in the Appalachian foothills I’ve always considered myself blessed to truly understand the importance of simplicity in life. I was born the daughter of a coal miner and grew up on a fully functioning cattle farm. During the summer harvest season I work at the local farmer’s market, and in my free time I love nothing more than traveling the great state of

Kentucky to compete in county fair pageants. Once you meet me, it is easy to understand why my friends refer to me as the true southern belle. I am currently majoring in dietetics at the University of Kentucky, where I am a Student Wellness Ambassador and Program Development Chair for the Substance Abuse and Education Office. I enjoy teaching others to embrace healthy lifestyle

choices, to embrace the simplicity in life, and to embrace folk.

A Life in Vintage

An interview with Joanna Madden By: Brooke McCloud

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The wear and rust was never a flaw in my eight-year-old eyes, but something just as beautiful as the jewelry that it covered effortlessly. When I first spotted Joanna Madden’s My Funky Findings jewelry in Lexington, Kentucky a familiar nostalgia excitedly jumped about in my mind. I first took a long glance at the jewelry, not knowing what I wanted to touch first. Old clocks, metals and keys perfectly collaborated onto one piece. If you look closer, the keys have unique personalities, one even sporting the name of Ivy League university, Yale. ‚I can replicate a style but no two will either look a like. They will always have a special something on them,‛ said Madden. Madden has grown up in vintage, even more so living her life in vintage. Her mother has owned vintage stores for decades, now owning one called Summer House. ‚I think it is just about bringing the vintage things to a new life and bringing something old and wearing it new times,‛ said Madden. Venturing to flea markets 5 times a week to find items for her mother’s store and the 5-year-old jewelry line, Madden finds items to make one-of-a-kind baubles and treasures for over 300 stores.

The funky and unforgettably unique jewelry is even displayed in vintage. The jewelry hangs from a backdrop that is made from old dictionary pages rather than something shiny and new. ‚I love the durability of it [vintage], you can’t mess something up that is already old.‛ Madden’s jewelry line and her life perfectly intertwine, just like her timeless trinkets. ‚I live in vintage. I don’t stray, my jewelry line and my life don’t stray from each other, what I create is what I would bring into my house.‛ The unknown and untold history behind the pieces is what allures me most about her line. Not knowing whether the clock that hangs from the chain belonged to a professor or a loving father is what makes her pieces come alive. “We are all worn and we all have a story to tell,” -Joanna Madden. Frolicking through My Funky Findings Jewelry, you look into the past. The jewelry has a story to tell, a story that you can imagine for yourself the same way as I did while wandering through my great-grandmother’s jewelry box. ‚You love what you live, you live what you love. If you love that look then so be it.‛

A Life in Vintage

I REMEMBER scavenging through my great-grandmother’s jewelry box when I was a little girl. Time didn’t exist while I wandered

through tarnished gold and pearls. Thoughts would dance when I envisioned the sweet woman I never knew gracing them at the fair or

a summer wedding.

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The wear and rust was never a flaw in my eight-year-old eyes, but something just as beautiful as the jewelry that it covered effortlessly. When I first spotted Joanna Madden’s My Funky Findings jewelry in Lexington, Kentucky a familiar nostalgia excitedly jumped about in my mind. I first took a long glance at the jewelry, not knowing what I wanted to touch first. Old clocks, metals and keys perfectly collaborated onto one piece. If you look closer, the keys have unique personalities, one even sporting the name of Ivy League university, Yale. ‚I can replicate a style but no two will either look a like. They will always have a special something on them,‛ said Madden. Madden has grown up in vintage, even more so living her life in vintage. Her mother has owned vintage stores for decades, now owning one called Summer House. ‚I think it is just about bringing the vintage things to a new life and bringing something old and wearing it new times,‛ said Madden. Venturing to flea markets 5 times a week to find items for her mother’s store and the 5-year-old jewelry line, Madden finds items to make one-of-a-kind baubles and treasures for over 300 stores.

The funky and unforgettably unique jewelry is even displayed in vintage. The jewelry hangs from a backdrop that is made from old dictionary pages rather than something shiny and new. ‚I love the durability of it [vintage], you can’t mess something up that is already old.‛ Madden’s jewelry line and her life perfectly intertwine, just like her timeless trinkets. ‚I live in vintage. I don’t stray, my jewelry line and my life don’t stray from each other, what I create is what I would bring into my house.‛ The unknown and untold history behind the pieces is what allures me most about her line. Not knowing whether the clock that hangs from the chain belonged to a professor or a loving father is what makes her pieces come alive. “We are all worn and we all have a story to tell,” -Joanna Madden. Frolicking through My Funky Findings Jewelry, you look into the past. The jewelry has a story to tell, a story that you can imagine for yourself the same way as I did while wandering through my great-grandmother’s jewelry box. ‚You love what you live, you live what you love. If you love that look then so be it.‛

A Life in Vintage

I REMEMBER scavenging through my great-grandmother’s jewelry box when I was a little girl. Time didn’t exist while I wandered

through tarnished gold and pearls. Thoughts would dance when I envisioned the sweet woman I never knew gracing them at the fair or

a summer wedding.

A Life in Vintage

Heirloom A READER AND THEIR HOME

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Scarlett Fiona Reed is an interior designer and

owner/buyer/curator of the most beautiful antique shop on the coast, Saffron

and Genevieve, in Santa Cruz California. Her aesthetic is whimsical, organic, timeless and

thoughtful.

Paper wasp nest, I stalked this thing at the Texas antique fair for 4 years. If it made it through that, plus the trip home, I feel it will last another lifetime. A fair price for beauty like this.

FINDINGS

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RETAIL | WHOLESALE

jewelrymadefrom&thatthis

Heirloom A READER AND THEIR HOME

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Scarlett Fiona Reed is an interior designer and

owner/buyer/curator of the most beautiful antique shop on the coast, Saffron

and Genevieve, in Santa Cruz California. Her aesthetic is whimsical, organic, timeless and

thoughtful.

Paper wasp nest, I stalked this thing at the Texas antique fair for 4 years. If it made it through that, plus the trip home, I feel it will last another lifetime. A fair price for beauty like this.

1) I am a sucker for stamps, and this tortoiseshell container has lovely ones. It was a deal to be sure. 2) I found this mesquite table in Texas for a steal and my wood guru brought out this gorgeous patina. 3) My friend Joe made this from old farming objects. It gives off the best light and I will never tire of it. I feel I got a deal because I'm the only one with a lamp just like this. 4) My great grandmothers Victorian locket. It contains a photo of her mother, and I feel the spirit of my ancestors when I wear it. 5) She is like the velveteen rabbit. I can only imagine how much she was loved, and she is beautiful in my eyes. A steal, as she is so perfectly battered.

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6) Paper Moon, my first piece of important art from my friend Michelle Stitz. It speaks to me on so many levels. You can't put a price on something like this that you will love forever. 7) This is my grandmother Genevieve's wedding ring. She was so strong, I named my shop after her and wear it when I need special powers. 8) This George III chest was my first important antique. It was not cheap, but it epitomizes my classic design style. 9) I can't remember where I found this exquisite antique German vase but I'm sure I did not pay too much for it.

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1) I am a sucker for stamps, and this tortoiseshell container has lovely ones. It was a deal to be sure. 2) I found this mesquite table in Texas for a steal and my wood guru brought out this gorgeous patina. 3) My friend Joe made this from old farming objects. It gives off the best light and I will never tire of it. I feel I got a deal because I'm the only one with a lamp just like this. 4) My great grandmothers Victorian locket. It contains a photo of her mother, and I feel the spirit of my ancestors when I wear it. 5) She is like the velveteen rabbit. I can only imagine how much she was loved, and she is beautiful in my eyes. A steal, as she is so perfectly battered.

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6) Paper Moon, my first piece of important art from my friend Michelle Stitz. It speaks to me on so many levels. You can't put a price on something like this that you will love forever. 7) This is my grandmother Genevieve's wedding ring. She was so strong, I named my shop after her and wear it when I need special powers. 8) This George III chest was my first important antique. It was not cheap, but it epitomizes my classic design style. 9) I can't remember where I found this exquisite antique German vase but I'm sure I did not pay too much for it.

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I’LL ALWAYS BE GREATFUL that the carpet man didn’t show up. Plan B led to a far more creative way to fix up those boring stairs! During a reno phase, it was also high time that the 20 year old carpet on the stairs was lifted. However, my budget didn’t allow for carpet replacement as yet, so I hung in there for about two years with the original wood exposed. When I was finally ready to carpet the stairs, my guy was no longer available. And I couldn’t have been happier! I had really fallen in love with the quirky exposed rustic wood as is and was giddy at the excellent excuse to make do. I run a graphics biz, (Graphic Impact) and using my sign making programs and equipment CorelDraw (corel.com ), Signlab (cadlink.com/ ) and a Roland plotter (rolanddga.com) I drew a classic styled layout on the computer screen, utilizing vintage trademarked logos as well as my own work.

The licensed logos were part of the Signlab software. Custom decals were created to work as paint stencils in order to transfer the look I desired directly onto the original solid wood steps. The blessing in disguise was the fact that the stairs were exposed to natural wear and tear for so long. All the nicks, dings and paint splatters created a patina that would have been difficult to match with new wood. There were even painted dog paw prints running amuck I left intact. The process of stenciling began with simple craft acrylic paints, white ceiling paint and a stencil brush. Nothing fancy here. Effort was made to have the steps appear as if they were created out of random crate and sign boards, so there was lots of random placements. Sometimes two steps were used for one stencil, and other times some words appeared to disappear over a step ridge.

CLASSICAL CRATES TAKE ON NEW TRAITS... WITH AN OLD CRATE STAIRWELL

BY: DONNA WILLIAMS

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I’LL ALWAYS BE GREATFUL that the carpet man didn’t show up. Plan B led to a far more creative way to fix up those boring stairs! During a reno phase, it was also high time that the 20 year old carpet on the stairs was lifted. However, my budget didn’t allow for carpet replacement as yet, so I hung in there for about two years with the original wood exposed. When I was finally ready to carpet the stairs, my guy was no longer available. And I couldn’t have been happier! I had really fallen in love with the quirky exposed rustic wood as is and was giddy at the excellent excuse to make do. I run a graphics biz, (Graphic Impact) and using my sign making programs and equipment CorelDraw (corel.com ), Signlab (cadlink.com/ ) and a Roland plotter (rolanddga.com) I drew a classic styled layout on the computer screen, utilizing vintage trademarked logos as well as my own work.

The licensed logos were part of the Signlab software. Custom decals were created to work as paint stencils in order to transfer the look I desired directly onto the original solid wood steps. The blessing in disguise was the fact that the stairs were exposed to natural wear and tear for so long. All the nicks, dings and paint splatters created a patina that would have been difficult to match with new wood. There were even painted dog paw prints running amuck I left intact. The process of stenciling began with simple craft acrylic paints, white ceiling paint and a stencil brush. Nothing fancy here. Effort was made to have the steps appear as if they were created out of random crate and sign boards, so there was lots of random placements. Sometimes two steps were used for one stencil, and other times some words appeared to disappear over a step ridge.

CLASSICAL CRATES TAKE ON NEW TRAITS... WITH AN OLD CRATE STAIRWELL

BY: DONNA WILLIAMS

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After the paint cured, a palm sander was used to distress the lettering. But not evenly. Most of the distressing was applied to where one would naturally step. A medium toned oil based stain was applied next, coating out the entire painted area as well. This process darkened the white areas a little too much so I quickly wiped up those areas to brighten them up. A clear spray varnish was applied to every other step so the stairs could still be used. However I never did get around to finishing the other steps. And know what? They have worn exactly the same! No deterioration whatsoever. That craft and ceiling paint really

held. The end result is a wonderfully rustic, eclectic casual feel. And you can always count on some kind of comment when someone comes up those stairs for the first time. Many are fooled that I paid a small fortune to have them made out of antique crates. And that couldn’t be farther from the truth. The stairs are super easy keepers, the price was right, and they look pretty cool to boot. I don’t think I’ll ever carpet stairs again! Stairs are often overlooked and thought of simply as a means to get from point A to B. Why not jazz up those boring stairs and create unexpected art instead?

Donna Williams resides in Chilliwack, British Columbia. She runs a sign and graphics business (Graphic Impact) as well as her home decor studio, Funky Junk Interiors. You can find this stair

project as well as many other DIY tutorials on her blog, located at http://funkyjunkinteriors.blogspot.com/. She can also be found on Facebook as Funky Junk

Interiors.

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Inspiration was gathered from authentic crates. Custom decals were prepared with the letters removed and backgrounds intact so they could be

used as stencils.

The decals were placed in random locations to simulate that old sign boards and broken up

crates were used.

Acrylic craft paint and a stencil brush were used. The paint was applied in a stippled motion so the

tones were neither solid nor perfect.

After the stencils were dry, a palm sander took care of a little distressing to remove the

perfections.

The beauty of doing the stain after the painting is that all the distressed areas received the same

overall patina that had a convincingly authentic appearance.

BY: DONNA WILLIAMS

You can view these stairs and other creative DIY projects on Donna’s blog, Funky Junk Interiors, at funkyjunkinteriors.blogspot.com.

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Inspiration was gathered from authentic crates. Custom decals were prepared with the letters removed and backgrounds intact so they could be

used as stencils.

The decals were placed in random locations to simulate that old sign boards and broken up

crates were used.

Acrylic craft paint and a stencil brush were used. The paint was applied in a stippled motion so the

tones were neither solid nor perfect.

After the stencils were dry, a palm sander took care of a little distressing to remove the

perfections.

The beauty of doing the stain after the painting is that all the distressed areas received the same

overall patina that had a convincingly authentic appearance.

BY: DONNA WILLIAMS

You can view these stairs and other creative DIY projects on Donna’s blog, Funky Junk Interiors, at funkyjunkinteriors.blogspot.com.

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SWEET RETREATSDEB KENNEDY

SWEET RETREATSDEB KENNEDY

I CALL THESE LITTLE DARLINGS MY ‘SWEET SWEATER PUMPKINS’ – and yes, they ARE made

from recycled sweaters!

Back in 2007, I had a few cashmere and cable knit sweaters that I could no longer wear, but I didn’t want to get rid of them. I made the first few and posted photos on my blog. A year later, when I posted

the tutorial there, things went crazy... I’ve seen my Sweet Sweater Pumpkins on thousands of blogs, and now on Pinterest. While mine are all in soft neutral tones, I’ve seen them made by other people in

bright oranges, retro golds, shabby chic pink, and even wild stripes!

TutorialThis tutorial will walk you through the steps of this no-sew craft. Have fun making your own versions of my Sweet Sweater Pumpkins!

Suppliesold long-sleeved sweaters (adult size) . heavy rub-ber bands (2 per pumpkin)Cotton wool or polyfill stuffing . twine or string . sharp scissors

PreparationCut the arms off of the sweaters, then cut the arms in half across the middle. (If you leave them whole, you’ll have larger, more elongated pump-kin/squash shapes.) Turn all of the cut pieces inside out, and set aside.

Take the twine or yarn, and wrap it eight times around your elbow & thumb to make big loops. When done, cut it in half at your thumb so that you have one big long hank. It should be approxi-mately 18 to 20 inches long.

SWEET RETREATSDEB KENNEDY

1. Place one hank of twine inside of one cut sweater piece. Let about an inch poke out on the LARGE end of the sweater arm - the rest of the twine will hang out the narrow end.

2. Fold that inch of twine over the edge of the sweater, then gather the end up and fasten it tightly with a rubber band.

3. Flip the whole thing right-side out, using the hank of twine to help.

4. Stuff the open end with cotton wool or polyfill. Remember that lots of stuffing will make your pumpkin rounder, and less stuffing will result in a flatter, ‘squashed’ look. Leave about an inch - or more if you prefer - of sweater ‘cuff’ unfilled at the top, to

create the stem later.

5. Separate the hank of twine into eight single strands. Spread these out equidistantly around the rounded top. Evenly distribute the strands as you stretch them to the other end of the form.

SWEET RETREATSDEB KENNEDY

6. Grasp the strands and the sweater ‘cuff’, twist them together, and wrap a rubber band around them several times - tightly.

7. Separate the strings into strands again, and then begin gently pulling each separate strand in a clockwise pattern. You’ll have to pull each one twice or more to create enough ten

sion to pouf out the sweater and form a pumpkin shape.

Help it along by pulling the fabric out a bit at the top & bottom edges, so that the ridges are more defined. Once the ridges are even, tie the strands together around the top, to hold them in place.

8. Roll the extra sweater fabric at the top into a ‘stem’.

9. Using the loose ends of the twine strands, begin wrapping around the stem to completely cover the sweater fabric with twine. By putting tension on the twine as you wrap, you can cause the stem to bend in a natural curve –

this works best with long, thin stems (Use a long length of sweater arm for this). Tie it off when done. Trim the sweater fabric close to the twine for a nice neat end.

10, 11. You can also add embellish-ments to the stem – such as snippets of lace, burlap, leaves, acorns, even vintage jewelry. Make it your OWN!

BY; Venoka woodard

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PRIMITIVE LIFE

COUNTRY PORCH LIGHT This is such a quick and affordable project to do to add a

simple touch of light indoors or out this season.

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PRIMITIVE LIFE BY: VENOKA WOODARD

Supplies: Pint Mason Jar Outdoor Solar Mini Light Hot glue Gun Miscellaneous decorations First take your outdoor mini solar light that can be purchased for about $3.00 at any large box store or even dollar store. Start by pulling the stake off the bottom of the light. This leaves you with the upper plastic solar section. Then take your hot glue gun and squeeze glue around the top edge of your mason jar and then set the solar light on top. Now you have a very quaint and country solar porch light that can be used virtually anywhere as long as it gets adequate light exposure during the day. You can add drieds, potpourri, angel vine, spooky spiders or other critters for Halloween, and any other item you can imagine into the jar before you glue the top on to add a special touch to your light. You can also wrap fabric, string, and other notions to the top for a touch of style. If you would like to hang up your solar light then wrap wire around the jar lid and leave a handle and you could hang from your porch. These light could be placed inside of pumpkins to add a glow without the worries of using real candles. I also took glue and cinnamon and mixed together and painted the outside of one jar to add a primitive look. The possibilities are simply endless. Have fun!

BY; Venoka woodard

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PRIMITIVE LIFE

COUNTRY PORCH LIGHT This is such a quick and affordable project to do to add a

simple touch of light indoors or out this season.

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PRIMITIVE LIFE BY: VENOKA WOODARD

Supplies: Pint Mason Jar Outdoor Solar Mini Light Hot glue Gun Miscellaneous decorations First take your outdoor mini solar light that can be purchased for about $3.00 at any large box store or even dollar store. Start by pulling the stake off the bottom of the light. This leaves you with the upper plastic solar section. Then take your hot glue gun and squeeze glue around the top edge of your mason jar and then set the solar light on top. Now you have a very quaint and country solar porch light that can be used virtually anywhere as long as it gets adequate light exposure during the day. You can add drieds, potpourri, angel vine, spooky spiders or other critters for Halloween, and any other item you can imagine into the jar before you glue the top on to add a special touch to your light. You can also wrap fabric, string, and other notions to the top for a touch of style. If you would like to hang up your solar light then wrap wire around the jar lid and leave a handle and you could hang from your porch. These light could be placed inside of pumpkins to add a glow without the worries of using real candles. I also took glue and cinnamon and mixed together and painted the outside of one jar to add a primitive look. The possibilities are simply endless. Have fun!

PATTERN BY: ANGIE UPTON

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Please read all directions before starting your doll. “First cut out the doll body, arm, and leg pattern pieces and trace them on muslin. Use the traced line on the fabric as a sewing line. I have made little marks on pattern pieces that will you will need to sew. If you do not see the marks on the piece you will not sew there. Sew these pieces, cut them out, and then turn them right side out and stuff them. “Next, cut out the pattern pieces for the hat and dress. With the fabric you have chosen for the dress and hat, trace the hat piece first, and then the hat brim. After the hat pieces are traced, place the pattern piece for the dress on folded fabric. Make sure to place the straight edge of the pattern piece on the fold of the fabric. You will need to trace and cut two of these pieces out to get both of the fabric pieces needed for your dress. Next, sew the hat piece together where shown in picture, and then sew together the piece for the hat brim. “Sew all the way around the brim piece, then cut a slit in middle of the brim piece. Turn right side out using the slit that you have just made and stitch the slit shut by hand. Stuff the hat piece firmly and stitch the pointed hat to the brim (see picture). No fancy stitchin’ needed, or it will not be primitive! Just throw some stitches all the way around and secure it tightly. “After the hat is put together, move on to the dress. Lay the two pieces next to each other and sew them together, following the pattern. “Next, take the stuffed doll pieces (arms, body, and legs pieces) and lay them out. Take the stuffed doll body and attach the arms to it with a needle and thread. An ‚x‛ marks the spot where you will attach the arms. (see picture) After the arms are attached, take the stuffed legs and attach to the other ‚x‛ spots. (see picture) You should now have a completely sewn body. “Next is the fun part, her face! Take a strand of black thread (I recommend embroidery floss) and sew the dots for her eyes. Using the white floss, pinch-stitch her nose together. After finishing her nose, use the white thread to make the straight line marks for her mouth (please see pattern piece). Finally, use the black thread to make the little dots between the straight line marks. There you have it! Her face is complete! As a reminder, look at the pattern to finish the face. “After her face is stitched dress the doll with the completed dress, after turning it right side out. “Wrap a piece of grungy cheese cloth around her body. (please see pattern for placement of cheesecloth) A piece that is 9 inches across and 3 inches tall can wrapped around her body and sewn in place to the back of her

dress. After she is dressed, sew her hair in place. A little hair or a lot, whatever you prefer! After her hair is sewn into place, take the finished hat and place it on the top of her head. You should stitch it into place going all the way around her head area. After the doll is completed, it is time to grunge her up real good! Using a big mixing bowl, combine half of a jar of instant coffee and enough hot water to fill the bowl up halfway. The darker the coffee stain, the darker the doll becomes when drying! Use a paintbrush to apply the coffee stain all over the doll. Leave her to sit and dry while you make the last piece. Her necklace! Using a little putka pod, just stitch through both sides with black thread. Your necklace is complete! After she is dry, your doll will be finished. Pretty cute, isn't she?!

For personal use only. All rights reserved 2011

PATTERN BY: ANGIE UPTON

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Please read all directions before starting your doll. “First cut out the doll body, arm, and leg pattern pieces and trace them on muslin. Use the traced line on the fabric as a sewing line. I have made little marks on pattern pieces that will you will need to sew. If you do not see the marks on the piece you will not sew there. Sew these pieces, cut them out, and then turn them right side out and stuff them. “Next, cut out the pattern pieces for the hat and dress. With the fabric you have chosen for the dress and hat, trace the hat piece first, and then the hat brim. After the hat pieces are traced, place the pattern piece for the dress on folded fabric. Make sure to place the straight edge of the pattern piece on the fold of the fabric. You will need to trace and cut two of these pieces out to get both of the fabric pieces needed for your dress. Next, sew the hat piece together where shown in picture, and then sew together the piece for the hat brim. “Sew all the way around the brim piece, then cut a slit in middle of the brim piece. Turn right side out using the slit that you have just made and stitch the slit shut by hand. Stuff the hat piece firmly and stitch the pointed hat to the brim (see picture). No fancy stitchin’ needed, or it will not be primitive! Just throw some stitches all the way around and secure it tightly. “After the hat is put together, move on to the dress. Lay the two pieces next to each other and sew them together, following the pattern. “Next, take the stuffed doll pieces (arms, body, and legs pieces) and lay them out. Take the stuffed doll body and attach the arms to it with a needle and thread. An ‚x‛ marks the spot where you will attach the arms. (see picture) After the arms are attached, take the stuffed legs and attach to the other ‚x‛ spots. (see picture) You should now have a completely sewn body. “Next is the fun part, her face! Take a strand of black thread (I recommend embroidery floss) and sew the dots for her eyes. Using the white floss, pinch-stitch her nose together. After finishing her nose, use the white thread to make the straight line marks for her mouth (please see pattern piece). Finally, use the black thread to make the little dots between the straight line marks. There you have it! Her face is complete! As a reminder, look at the pattern to finish the face. “After her face is stitched dress the doll with the completed dress, after turning it right side out. “Wrap a piece of grungy cheese cloth around her body. (please see pattern for placement of cheesecloth) A piece that is 9 inches across and 3 inches tall can wrapped around her body and sewn in place to the back of her

dress. After she is dressed, sew her hair in place. A little hair or a lot, whatever you prefer! After her hair is sewn into place, take the finished hat and place it on the top of her head. You should stitch it into place going all the way around her head area. After the doll is completed, it is time to grunge her up real good! Using a big mixing bowl, combine half of a jar of instant coffee and enough hot water to fill the bowl up halfway. The darker the coffee stain, the darker the doll becomes when drying! Use a paintbrush to apply the coffee stain all over the doll. Leave her to sit and dry while you make the last piece. Her necklace! Using a little putka pod, just stitch through both sides with black thread. Your necklace is complete! After she is dry, your doll will be finished. Pretty cute, isn't she?!

For personal use only. All rights reserved 2011

PATTERN BY: ANGIE UPTON

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presents

From the Farmhouse

Antique & handmades show

Over 20 vendors from near and far bring the best of country goods,

antiques and furnishings, for your primitive decorating needs.

Admission $5

Saturday, April 30, 2011

10am - 3pm

Fair Hill Fairgrounds, Telegraph Road

Elkton, Maryland 21921

For more info call Cecilia Taylor 302-981-7250

www.picturetrail.com/fromthefarmhouse

HENHOUSE PRIMITIVES

presents

From the Farmhouse

Antique & handmades show

Over 20 vendors from near and far bring the best of country goods,

antiques and furnishings, for your primitive decorating needs.

Admission $5

Saturday, April 30, 2011

10am - 3pm

Fair Hill Fairgrounds, Telegraph Road

Elkton, Maryland 21921

For more info call Cecilia Taylor 302-981-7250

www.picturetrail.com/fromthefarmhouse

HENHOUSE PRIMITIVES

presents

From the Farmhouse

Antique & handmades show

Over 20 vendors from near and far bring the best of country goods,

antiques and furnishings, for your primitive decorating needs.

Admission $5

Saturday, April 30, 2011

10am - 3pm

Fair Hill Fairgrounds, Telegraph Road

Elkton, Maryland 21921

For more info call Cecilia Taylor 302-981-7250

www.picturetrail.com/fromthefarmhouse

HENHOUSE PRIMITIVES

presents

From the Farmhouse

Antique & handmades show

Over 20 vendors from near and far bring the best of country goods,

antiques and furnishings, for your primitive decorating needs.

Admission $5

Saturday, April 30, 2011

10am - 3pm

Fair Hill Fairgrounds, Telegraph Road

Elkton, Maryland 21921

For more info call Cecilia Taylor 302-981-7250

www.picturetrail.com/fromthefarmhouse

HENHOUSE PRIMITIVES

presents

From the FarmhouseAntiques & Handmades Show

Over 20 vendors from near and far bring the best of country goods,

antiques and furnishings, for your primitive decorating needs.

Admission $5

April 14, 201210am - 3pm

Fair Hill Fairgrounds, Telegraph Road

Elkton, Maryland 21921

For more info call Cecilia Taylor 302-981-7250

www.picturetrail.com/fromthefarmhouse

HenHouse Primitives

“All manner of marvelous thingsYou don’t yet know you need.”

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Who knows what you’ll find at Susie’s Corner?

Hello, My name is Alison.I Handmake all the primitive goodies in my shop...

most are my own design and a few are from patterns that I fall in love with! They are all made in a fun simple primitive grungy way that makes them look old and worn. My saying is “From my Hands to your Home”. Thank you soo much for stopping by and I hope you ENJOY the Goods!Have a great day and Lots of FUN!

needlinaround

Join me also on Facebook under Primitive Treasures (needlinaround).

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ASTEMAKERS RECIPES, STORIES, AND INTERVIEWS AS TOLD

BY THE FOLK STAFF

PHOTOS BY: TOP; Linsdey Davis, BOTTOM LEFT; Darline Ashby

Hello, My name is Alison.I Handmake all the primitive goodies in my shop...

most are my own design and a few are from patterns that I fall in love with! They are all made in a fun simple primitive grungy way that makes them look old and worn. My saying is “From my Hands to your Home”. Thank you soo much for stopping by and I hope you ENJOY the Goods!Have a great day and Lots of FUN!

needlinaround

Join me also on Facebook under Primitive Treasures (needlinaround).

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TASTEMAKERS SEPT/OCT 2011

Heath: So Erika, how did you start this amazing chocolate business? Erika: The company started in July of 2007. It started mainly as way to sell my truffles wholesale. Heath: So where did Cellar Door start? Erika: At that time I was renting a candy kitchen and making my way up the ladder with my truffles. I was selling them in many other shops like Dundee Candy, Kentucky Kitchen, Old mill Sweet Shop, and Quills Coffee shop. Heath: So when did you start your shop here in Butchertown? Erika: We opened our shop here in Butchertown Market in September of 2010. So, we have been here for almost a year now. Heath: Is this currently your only store or are there others in the works? Erika: Yeah! We are actually working on opening our second location now! Our next store will be located in the Gulch House, so be looking for us there soon. Heath: Great! How did you start a business in food? Did you attend a Culinary Arts institution? Erika: No, I pursued an undergraduate degree in Economics, but by the time I was in a graduate degree program for Political Science I had grown tired of academia. Heath: I can understand that. So is that when you started making your truffles? Erika: Yes, cooking was a way for me to get away from that and it was something that I enjoyed. I started making truffles for potlucks with peers and professors and they were a big hit. I thought, ‚If I start this business and sell one chocolate my first day it will be worth it.‛

Is it a surprise that we love chocolate? I think it would be stranger if we didn’t. Chocolate means so many things to so many people. It can symbolize the love of one person for another, the happiness of a

young child at Easter, but one thing remains… it is always delicious. Chocolate has that smooth, rich, warm taste that makes everyone happy. This is probably the reason that your Editor-in-Chief Ben Ashby and I

were so thrilled to have found such a wonderful chocolatiere while in Louisville. On our trip to Butchertown Market we stumbled upon Cellar Door Chocolates, and I couldn’t be happier that we did. As we walked into the store, I was instantly in awe of all of the beautiful confections. No matter if you are five years of age or twenty-one, like me, there is always a sense of wonder and elation that one gets from walking into a candy

shop. The rich brown shelves of owner Erika Chavez-Graziano’s business were lined with the most appetizing and beautiful homemade truffles and other confections. The warm browns of all of the

chocolates glistening from behind the glass doors drew me in like a moth to a flame. I purchased a few of the chocolates and savored them as I made my way through the other stores. Among my purchases were

melt-in-your-mouth Champagne Truffles, a caramelly, salty Bourbon Barrel Truffle, and a true to its name Mint Julep Truffle that tasted as fresh and smooth as if I’d drank it from a pewter cup. After Ben also

bought chocolates we knew we had to talk to Erika about her chocolates and her business. It’s not often that you find a local chocolatiere, especially one so talented. After leaving our contact we went on our way and looked forward to our interview with the mastermind behind Cellar Door Chocolates in Louisville, KY.

DIPPED! HEATH TAKES A BITE OUT OF CELLAR DOOR CHOCOLATES

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Heath: You have obviously been very successful, what is your secret? Erika: The key for me was small growth. I made sure my early investments were meaningful and worthwhile. I knew that opening a shop immediately would be hard, so I built up my chocolates and my name first. Owning my own shop came later because, by that time, people knew me and they knew Cellar Door Chocolates. It really helped my business flourish. Heath: Ok, I have a burning question, where did you learn to cook? Were you self-taught? Erika: Well, I always cooked and baked as a little girl. I was the child of a single mother so there were times when my grandmother babysat. She was an avid cook and I learned from her in the kitchen. Heath: What made you want to be a Kentucky Proud brand? Erika: Well, I am originally from Albuquerque, but I did know I wanted to be a Kentucky brand. The Kentucky Proud logo carries a lot of clout and people respect it. I knew I wanted to be a part of that very quickly. Heath: Have you found that Kentucky has been a good platform for your business? What about has made you so successful? Erika: Kentucky and Louisville specifically have been a great fit for my business. Kentuckians have such great respect for local and small businesses. They are the most loyal customers who always come back and support the little guy. Heath: What’s the best part about having a business in Louisville? Erika: Businesses in Louisville are lucky enough to have two seasons for great business, Christmas and the Derby. The Derby is so much a part of our culture here that it really bleeds into small business and helps us out a lot. Heath: I had the Bourbon Truffle, and it was amazing. Do you have any other chocolates that are inspired by bourbon or Kentucky? Erika: We have a few Kentucky inspired chocolates, including the Bourbon Truffle. We also have the Mint Julep Truffle, inspired by the Derby, and our Bourbon Ball. Heath: Your Bourbon Balls seem to be popular, tell me a little about those. Erika: The Bourbon Ball is definitely a customer favorite. We actually just talked about it on NPR this spring. Our recipe came from Dundee Candy but I made a few adjustments to make it original to our company. Heath: What brand of bourbon do you use for the Bourbon Ball? Erika: We use Evan Williams in our Bourbon Ball. We actually use it in all of our bourbon confections. Heath: What is the most popular chocolate that you sell? Erika: Our best-selling truffle is the Cayenne Pepper Truffle, but our overall best-selling chocolate is the Sea Salt Caramel. Heath: With all of your success you must be considering new products. Are there any products that you will be introducing soon? Erika: We are getting ready to launch our new line of gourmet Cake Pops which will feature a 55% dark chocolate coating and specially spiced-up inside. Heath: Well, it has been great talking to you! How can others contact you or find your store? Erika: It has been great talking to you too! Our new website will be up in September and it will be much more elaborate than our current page. It will allow people to order our chocolates and also have all of our information in a better format. So everyone can look for us there or here at our store in Butchertown Market!

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My love of simple home cooked food began at an early age. When I would visit my Mamaw Johnson, the first

place that I would head would be to the kitchen. I’d open the oven knowing that I would find fried chicken, roast beef, butter beans, baked beans, mashed potatoes, fried

apples, fried sweet potatoes, corn bread and biscuits. Mamaw would cook a big lunch knowing that most of her eight kids and several of her 22 grandkids would drop by at sometime and head to the kitchen and open the oven. While my mamaw's recipes are not listed (she never had

any that I know of), I am listing my families most requested dishes and dedicating this column in memory of

both of my mamaws: Virginia Palma Warren and Allie Mae Johnson.

Virginia’s Alley WITH SANDY ROBINSON

Apple Pie

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Hot Potato Salad

8 potatoes, unpeeled and boiled 2 cups mayonnaise 1 onion, chopped ½ cup mustard (bold and spicy or plain) 1 lb bacon, fried and crumbled ¾ cup sugar

Slice potatoes into chunks, place in bottom of 9x13 casserole dish. Cover with chopped onion. In separate bowl mix together mayo, mustard and sugar, spread over potatoes and onions. Top with crumbled bacon. Bake, uncovered in 350 degree oven until heated through and sauce is bubbly.

Sweet Potato Casserole

3 c. cooked, mashed sweet potatoes 3 cups brown sugar 1 c sugar 2 sticks butter, melted 1 stick melted margarine 1 ½ cups self rising flour 1 tsp vanilla 3 cups chopped pecans ½ c brown sugar 2 eggs, beaten

Mix first 6 ingredients well; put into 9x13 buttered casserole dish. In separate bowl mix pecans, flour and brown sugar, stir, pour in melted margarine mix well. Cover sweet potato mixture with topping mixture. Bake uncovered at 350 for 30 minutes

Corn Pudding 1 can cream corn 1 can whole kernel corn 8 oz sour cream 1 box of Jiffy corn bread mix 2 eggs, beaten 1 stick melted butter Mix all together, turn into 8x8 casserole dish. Bake in 350 oven for 45 minutes to 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.

Iron Skillet Apple Pie 1 stick plus 1 TBS margarine 1 c brown sugar 1 c white sugar 1 tsp cinnamon ½ tsp nutmeg 4 c Granny Smith Apples, peeled and chopped Pie crust for top and bottom (I use Pillsbury) In a large iron skillet, melt 1 stick of margarine and brown sugar (do not caramelize, just melt the two together). Cover with pie crust. Fill with apples, ¾ c white sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. Cover with top crust that has been slit in 3 or 4 places (I always just cut one heart shape; feel free to choose your own cutout!). Sprinkle with ¼ c white sugar and dot with remaining TBS of margarine that has been cut into small pieces. Bake in 350 degree oven for 30-45 minutes or until crust is brown and apples are tender. *With my cooking I normally only use butter, however this recipe does not do well with butter, use margarine for best results* .

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My love of simple home cooked food began at an early age. When I would visit my Mamaw Johnson, the first

place that I would head would be to the kitchen. I’d open the oven knowing that I would find fried chicken, roast beef, butter beans, baked beans, mashed potatoes, fried

apples, fried sweet potatoes, corn bread and biscuits. Mamaw would cook a big lunch knowing that most of her eight kids and several of her 22 grandkids would drop by at sometime and head to the kitchen and open the oven. While my mamaw's recipes are not listed (she never had

any that I know of), I am listing my families most requested dishes and dedicating this column in memory of

both of my mamaws: Virginia Palma Warren and Allie Mae Johnson.

Virginia’s Alley WITH SANDY ROBINSON

Apple Pie

TASTEMAKERS SEPT/OCT 2011

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Virginia’s Alley WITH SANDY ROBINSON

Hot Potato Salad

8 potatoes, unpeeled and boiled 2 cups mayonnaise 1 onion, chopped ½ cup mustard (bold and spicy or plain) 1 lb bacon, fried and crumbled ¾ cup sugar

Slice potatoes into chunks, place in bottom of 9x13 casserole dish. Cover with chopped onion. In separate bowl mix together mayo, mustard and sugar, spread over potatoes and onions. Top with crumbled bacon. Bake, uncovered in 350 degree oven until heated through and sauce is bubbly.

Sweet Potato Casserole

3 c. cooked, mashed sweet potatoes 3 cups brown sugar 1 c sugar 2 sticks butter, melted 1 stick melted margarine 1 ½ cups self rising flour 1 tsp vanilla 3 cups chopped pecans ½ c brown sugar 2 eggs, beaten

Mix first 6 ingredients well; put into 9x13 buttered casserole dish. In separate bowl mix pecans, flour and brown sugar, stir, pour in melted margarine mix well. Cover sweet potato mixture with topping mixture. Bake uncovered at 350 for 30 minutes

Corn Pudding 1 can cream corn 1 can whole kernel corn 8 oz sour cream 1 box of Jiffy corn bread mix 2 eggs, beaten 1 stick melted butter Mix all together, turn into 8x8 casserole dish. Bake in 350 oven for 45 minutes to 1 hour, or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.

Iron Skillet Apple Pie 1 stick plus 1 TBS margarine 1 c brown sugar 1 c white sugar 1 tsp cinnamon ½ tsp nutmeg 4 c Granny Smith Apples, peeled and chopped Pie crust for top and bottom (I use Pillsbury) In a large iron skillet, melt 1 stick of margarine and brown sugar (do not caramelize, just melt the two together). Cover with pie crust. Fill with apples, ¾ c white sugar, cinnamon and nutmeg. Cover with top crust that has been slit in 3 or 4 places (I always just cut one heart shape; feel free to choose your own cutout!). Sprinkle with ¼ c white sugar and dot with remaining TBS of margarine that has been cut into small pieces. Bake in 350 degree oven for 30-45 minutes or until crust is brown and apples are tender. *With my cooking I normally only use butter, however this recipe does not do well with butter, use margarine for best results* .

Blackberry Farm Granola

In a bowl combine: 5 c oats 1/2 c. ground flax seed (oh, think of the healthy benefits and you don't even taste it!) 1 1/2 c. shredded coconut 3/4 c. maple syrup 1/2 c. olive oil 3/4 c. brown sugar 1/2 c. nuts

We eat a lot of granola here on the farm. Most often it is eaten over yogurt, but sometimes, it is eaten dry, straight out of the jar. I love

that it is a healthy snack that my boys enjoy. This recipe is the product of many different attempts. I hope you enjoy it.

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WITH THANKSGIVING on the horizon, it’s hard not to think of the first settlers of this great nation. However, our first settlers weren’t the pilgrims of Plymouth Rock that we learned about in elementary school or even the people of Jamestown, Virginia. The first colony of European Americans that made the long sail across the Atlantic settled in modern day North Carolina in what was known as the Roanoke Colony. So, why aren’t they celebrated as the origin of the modern day US of A? Because they disappeared without a trace and remain one of our histories biggest mysteries.

Unlike the persecuted pilgrims who landed in

America seeking freedom from intolerance, these people were being settled here as an attempt to establish an English stronghold in the New World. In 1585, Sir Walter Raleigh sought a charter from Queen Elizabeth I for the colonization of Roanoke Island. Ralph Lane was appointed head of the expedition and along with his 107 colonists was left to establish the colony on the north end of the island. The group was promised that a relief fleet would be along shortly to give them supplies or take them back if things weren’t working out. When no one showed up for them, they accepted a ride from Sir Frances Drake, whose fleet just happened to stop by the island on his way back from an unrelated expedition. Unbeknownst to them, the relief fleet was leaving for them at the same time. When they arrived at the island and found no one, a few members of the relief ship’s crew were left there to maintain the English presence.

In 1587, Sir Raleigh sent a group of 150 colonists

to establish a new colony in the Chesapeake Bay area. John White lead this expedition, and he had strict instructions to stop at the Roanoke Colony to get the men that had been left behind. He arrived to the island on July 22, 1587, but found nothing there except the skeleton of one unknown man. When this discovery set in, the fleet’s commander, Simon Fernandez, refused to allow the colonist back aboard the ship. The commander insisted that they stay and re-establish the colony. His intentions in this decision remain unknown. Without an option, the colonists went about making a life on the island, and the first step in that process was establishing a relationship with the Native Americans

surrounding them. However, due to the growing friction caused by earlier settlers to the island, the relationship remained untended. When deaths had become a frequent consequence of the arrangement, the colonists pleaded with White to return to England on their behalf and send help for them. He left the colony, which included 114 colonists, among them was, his granddaughter, Virginia Dare (the first English child born in America), in Fall 1587.

He tried desperately to make a quick return, but

was impeded by a harsh Winter. After the frost of Winter cleared, the Spanish Armada got into full swing. With all vessels being put to use for the war effort, White had to explore his options. In the Spring of 1588, he found two small vessels that were willing to make the trip back to his colony. But, just when he thought things were coming together, his ships were captured and looted by the Spanish. With no supplies for the colonists, the ships returned to England.

Three years passed before John White could find

another option. He finally found a place on a fleet who agreed to stop at Roanoke Island on their way back from the Caribbean.

On August 18, 1590, John White arrived at his

colony to find the entire island deserted. In addition to the absence of the people, there was also the absence of a struggle. Before he had left them, he had arranged with the colonists that in case of invasion they were to carve a Maltese cross on a nearby tree. In the space that would have proved foul play, John White found the word ‚Croatoan‛ in place of the cross. He suspected this to mean they had relocated to Croatoan Island and was eager to search there. However, a very large and dangerous storm was approaching the settlement rapidly. Faced with this threat, the fleet had to leave for England and John White was refused the opportunity to further search for his people.

HISTORY BY: KATY SMITH

WORST LUCK IN HISTORY

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WITH THANKSGIVING on the horizon, it’s hard not to think of the first settlers of this great nation. However, our first settlers weren’t the pilgrims of Plymouth Rock that we learned about in elementary school or even the people of Jamestown, Virginia. The first colony of European Americans that made the long sail across the Atlantic settled in modern day North Carolina in what was known as the Roanoke Colony. So, why aren’t they celebrated as the origin of the modern day US of A? Because they disappeared without a trace and remain one of our histories biggest mysteries.

Unlike the persecuted pilgrims who landed in

America seeking freedom from intolerance, these people were being settled here as an attempt to establish an English stronghold in the New World. In 1585, Sir Walter Raleigh sought a charter from Queen Elizabeth I for the colonization of Roanoke Island. Ralph Lane was appointed head of the expedition and along with his 107 colonists was left to establish the colony on the north end of the island. The group was promised that a relief fleet would be along shortly to give them supplies or take them back if things weren’t working out. When no one showed up for them, they accepted a ride from Sir Frances Drake, whose fleet just happened to stop by the island on his way back from an unrelated expedition. Unbeknownst to them, the relief fleet was leaving for them at the same time. When they arrived at the island and found no one, a few members of the relief ship’s crew were left there to maintain the English presence.

In 1587, Sir Raleigh sent a group of 150 colonists

to establish a new colony in the Chesapeake Bay area. John White lead this expedition, and he had strict instructions to stop at the Roanoke Colony to get the men that had been left behind. He arrived to the island on July 22, 1587, but found nothing there except the skeleton of one unknown man. When this discovery set in, the fleet’s commander, Simon Fernandez, refused to allow the colonist back aboard the ship. The commander insisted that they stay and re-establish the colony. His intentions in this decision remain unknown. Without an option, the colonists went about making a life on the island, and the first step in that process was establishing a relationship with the Native Americans

surrounding them. However, due to the growing friction caused by earlier settlers to the island, the relationship remained untended. When deaths had become a frequent consequence of the arrangement, the colonists pleaded with White to return to England on their behalf and send help for them. He left the colony, which included 114 colonists, among them was, his granddaughter, Virginia Dare (the first English child born in America), in Fall 1587.

He tried desperately to make a quick return, but

was impeded by a harsh Winter. After the frost of Winter cleared, the Spanish Armada got into full swing. With all vessels being put to use for the war effort, White had to explore his options. In the Spring of 1588, he found two small vessels that were willing to make the trip back to his colony. But, just when he thought things were coming together, his ships were captured and looted by the Spanish. With no supplies for the colonists, the ships returned to England.

Three years passed before John White could find

another option. He finally found a place on a fleet who agreed to stop at Roanoke Island on their way back from the Caribbean.

On August 18, 1590, John White arrived at his

colony to find the entire island deserted. In addition to the absence of the people, there was also the absence of a struggle. Before he had left them, he had arranged with the colonists that in case of invasion they were to carve a Maltese cross on a nearby tree. In the space that would have proved foul play, John White found the word ‚Croatoan‛ in place of the cross. He suspected this to mean they had relocated to Croatoan Island and was eager to search there. However, a very large and dangerous storm was approaching the settlement rapidly. Faced with this threat, the fleet had to leave for England and John White was refused the opportunity to further search for his people.

HISTORY BY: KATY SMITH

WORST LUCK IN HISTORY

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Twelve years passed before Sir Walter Raleigh wondered what had happened to the colonists he had abandoned. In 1602, he sent Samuel Mace with a small fleet to investigate the island. Not wanting the voyage to be totally unprofitable, the fleet was ordered to also stop in the Outer Banks to gather woods, herbs, and other plants for sale back in England. When they set sail for the Roanoke Colony, they found a large storm instead. Due to this storm, they were forced to head home. Soon after they returned, Sir Walter Raleigh was convicted by King James I of treason, thus ending further investigation by the English. However, the Spanish’s interest in the area had not yet been laid to rest. They were suspicious that the colonists vanishing had been a ruse created to throw them off of a possible military stronghold in the Americas by the English. When they investigated the area, they found the colony in shambles. They made a much larger effort than the English did at searching for the colonists in the area, but found no traces of them.

This incident that perplexed the people of 200

years ago is still perplexing historians today. The Roanoke Colony is also commonly referred to as The Lost Colony. The universe seems to have thwarted every chance these people had for rescue, and mixed with the apathy of the people in charge may have been their doom. The colonists and the facts surrounding The Roanoke Colony remain lost.

HISTORY

WORST LUCK IN HISTORY

Twelve years passed before Sir Walter Raleigh wondered what had happened to the colonists he had abandoned. In 1602, he sent Samuel Mace with a small fleet to investigate the island. Not wanting the voyage to be totally unprofitable, the fleet was ordered to also stop in the Outer Banks to gather woods, herbs, and other plants for sale back in England. When they set sail for the Roanoke Colony, they found a large storm instead. Due to this storm, they were forced to head home. Soon after they returned, Sir Walter Raleigh was convicted by King James I of treason, thus ending further investigation by the English. However, the Spanish’s interest in the area had not yet been laid to rest. They were suspicious that the colonists vanishing had been a ruse created to throw them off of a possible military stronghold in the Americas by the English. When they investigated the area, they found the colony in shambles. They made a much larger effort than the English did at searching for the colonists in the area, but found no traces of them.

This incident that perplexed the people of 200

years ago is still perplexing historians today. The Roanoke Colony is also commonly referred to as The Lost Colony. The universe seems to have thwarted every chance these people had for rescue, and mixed with the apathy of the people in charge may have been their doom. The colonists and the facts surrounding The Roanoke Colony remain lost.

THERE IS NOTHING so near to perfection as the smell of warm cinnamon rolls, fresh from the oven. Not just any cinnamon rolls. Ones made with homemade dough, spilling out of a pan too small to contain their innate goodness. They reflected the warmth of the hands that made them from scratch, who wouldn’t have them any other way. Dark brown cinnamon luxuriously folded into their doughy depths, the scent of the rolls growing golden in the oven evoked the coziness of the place where I was only a visitor, yet it felt like home. Some women just have the innate knack of making perfect strangers feel like long lost family. They may not know you from Adam, but by the end of the evening, you’ll know everything about everyone in her town, their grandbabies, and their cousins. It’s impossible to continue to feel like a stranger when smelling the homemade cinnamon rolls baking and having a nice long chat. Amelia was just such a woman. She’d lived in her small farming community all her life, and knew everything and everyone in it. She’d accomplished the age of 79, as she liked to say. Reaching that age felt like an accomplishment to her, so she liked to term it was such. But she didn’t look it. No, far from it. She looked 60 if she was a day, though the smile lines near her eyes were pronounced. So too was a deep worry line in between her eyes, she’d seen sorrow as well as joy in her time. She’d lost her husband at the young age of twenty-five, and her mother not long after that. It’s a lot to deal with, losing your lover and your confidant inside of two months. But there was happiness that bookended the sorrow. The birth of her son, and, years later, her granddaughter.

She was a person who chose to focus on the happiness in life, as the mirth that twinkled in her eyes revealed that to anyone who saw her. Yes, from those bright, youthful eyes to her gracefully upswept iron-grey hair, Amelia was a woman truly content with her life in small town Tennessee. I first met her while visiting friends in the Knoxville area, and took a side trip to go antiquing. In addition to her many other accomplishments, she owned a large antique store„a large converted barn set into the side of a hill. The store was her pride and her joy. Beneath the rustic beams, the barn held many treasures. Cameos lined up in rows inside smooth glass cases. Books given from one lover to another, many years ago. Furniture that held small families of mice, nestled cozily within their drawers. And quilts. Oh my, the quilts. Amelia treasured these most of all. From the time she was a small girl on her grandmother’s knee, she had learned the art of quilt making. And not with a sewing machine, oh no. Only hand sewing would work for these quilts. It had been good enough for generations of women, and she would carry on the tradition. The quilts hung on an ancient old ladder in the corner of the barn, a kaleidoscope of faded patchwork lovingly stitched by gnarled fingers. Upon closer inspection, the scraps of fabric told the tale of their creator’s long hours spent hunched over what would become an intricate pattern of sunbursts, triangles, and squares. The hours of dedication Amelia poured out into these (quilts) yielded the extraordinary effect of breathing life into simple (scraps).

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The quilts hung on an ancient old ladder in the corner of the barn, a kaleidoscope of faded patchwork lovingly stitched by gnarled fingers. Upon closer inspection, the scraps of fabric told the tale of their creator’s long hours spent hunched over what would become an intricate pattern of sunbursts, triangles, and squares. The hours of dedication Amelia poured out into these (quilts) yielded the extraordinary effect of breathing life into simple (scraps). But she was just like that. Anything she touched would somehow transcend its simple purpose. Simply radiating warmth, the most natural gesture would become an act of love. Her soft-spoken voice (reflects) the (warmth) of her freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, their homemade goodness fresh from the oven. Amelia’s favorite thing to do was bake. It always had been, from the time that she was old enough to mix in sugar to the sweet cornbread. When she grew old enough, she took over the job of cooking from her mother, and perfected the art of creating entire meals from scratch, tasting heavenly in their simple, seemingly effortless perfection. Her kitchen gave to her a sense of peace. It was a calm oasis, a place of respite from all the uncertainty of life. There she could add a pinch of this and a dash of that to her recipe, and it would always turn out the same. As it had years and years ago, and as it would years and years from now. To everyone in town, her presence lends the same certainty her kitchen does for her. As they drive by her store, they know she’s there sitting behind the counter, stitching on an old quilt. When they taste those cinnamon rolls, they know those old recipes are truly the closest thing to heaven on earth. And when they sit in her kitchen, they’ll know they’ve come home.

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The quilts hung on an ancient old ladder in the corner of the barn, a kaleidoscope of faded patchwork lovingly stitched by gnarled fingers. Upon closer inspection, the scraps of fabric told the tale of their creator’s long hours spent hunched over what would become an intricate pattern of sunbursts, triangles, and squares. The hours of dedication Amelia poured out into these (quilts) yielded the extraordinary effect of breathing life into simple (scraps). But she was just like that. Anything she touched would somehow transcend its simple purpose. Simply radiating warmth, the most natural gesture would become an act of love. Her soft-spoken voice (reflects) the (warmth) of her freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, their homemade goodness fresh from the oven. Amelia’s favorite thing to do was bake. It always had been, from the time that she was old enough to mix in sugar to the sweet cornbread. When she grew old enough, she took over the job of cooking from her mother, and perfected the art of creating entire meals from scratch, tasting heavenly in their simple, seemingly effortless perfection. Her kitchen gave to her a sense of peace. It was a calm oasis, a place of respite from all the uncertainty of life. There she could add a pinch of this and a dash of that to her recipe, and it would always turn out the same. As it had years and years ago, and as it would years and years from now. To everyone in town, her presence lends the same certainty her kitchen does for her. As they drive by her store, they know she’s there sitting behind the counter, stitching on an old quilt. When they taste those cinnamon rolls, they know those old recipes are truly the closest thing to heaven on earth. And when they sit in her kitchen, they’ll know they’ve come home.

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NEW

LOUISVILLE

RISING

Our weekend trip to Louisville revealed a whole subculture, one that is void of interstates, malls, and fast- food. In their place we found antique stores,

boutique hotels, and some amazing people who are redefining what it means to have a successful small business in the city.

NEW

LOUISVILLE

RISING

Our weekend trip to Louisville revealed a whole subculture, one that is void of interstates, malls, and fast- food. In their place we found antique stores,

boutique hotels, and some amazing people who are redefining what it means to have a successful small business in the city.

COMING FROM LEXINGTON on that weekend we were really hopeful about our upcoming trip to Portland, Oregon and the music and home goods festival with Barn House. However, as life usually does, we thrown a curve ball and our plans for the weekend had to be canceled. After being stuck in Louisville for four hours of talks with airlines it was apparent we were stuck in Kentucky.

Ben and I were quite discouraged and tired, and it

seemed like it had been ages since having anything to eat. We decided that we should at least find something to eat, and when in Louisville, who doesn’t want The Old Spaghetti Factory? We called ahead and after a brief and unintended drive into Indiana and back across the Ohio we sat down to discuss what we should do now. He and I both ordered a delicious sounding crab ravioli dish and started our conversation. It seemed like everything was working against us to thwart our travel piece and we just could not figure out what to do with our deadline looming over us, a constant reminder that we might not find one in time. When our waiter brought our sweet tea I gazed down at the placemat only to notice that not only was there also an Old Spaghetti Factory in Portland, Oregon, it was also the birthplace.

We had a new goal. When life hands you lemons,

write an article about it. We were already in Louisville and the last time I could remember being there was in 1998. Ben hadn’t been there in a while either and it seemed like a good time to rediscover the area. From what we could remember, it was the most metropolitan area of Kentucky, being the largest city in the state, and we were determined to find something FOLK to write about. We started our journey when I called a local hotel for a room. We were going to give Louisville a night, since it was already 10:30 P.M., and hopefully we would have a plan in the morning.

I called 21c Museum Hotel on Main Street to see if

there was an available room for Friday night and was amazed at the courtesy during the phone call. Not only did we get a room, but we also got a great deal on it thanks to the extremely nice woman at the desk. We showed up to get our room and discovered that not only had she given us a great deal on our room, but that the gentleman working the desk during our check in was nice enough to also upgrade our room for no charge. (Thank you, Jason!) The museum and hotel seemed to be more modern than the style that Ben and I have devoted ourselves to, but the southern hospitality we had already encountered in the few minutes of our initial experience signaled that we were in the right place. We went to our room to discover a beautiful modern aesthetic with great color. The classic and modern blend of elements was tasteful and the amenities were great. For the mean time, sleeping was the biggest concern, though.

We woke up on Saturday with a new plan and a

refurbished spirit. Our Portland dreams may have momentarily been shattered but we could still make the most

of our unexpected Louisville stay. Our first concern was checking out and having breakfast so that we could go over our schedule. We had to figure out what we knew about Louisville and what we wanted to discover. Living in Lexington ensured that most of the impression we had of Louisville was that they were Cardinals, we were Wildcats, and we were rivals. We had to put these rivalries aside during our visit and discover what side of Louisville would relate to our goals as FOLK. We obviously loved the Derby and Churchill Downs, but that was as ingrained in our country lifestyle as front porch rockers and sweet tea. We needed something different.

We arrived at Proof, the restaurant in the lobby of

our hotel, a little after 11:00 A.M. to discuss our plan. We knew we had to find antique stores and restaurants that would exhibit our style but we had very few ideas about where to start. When we were seated at Proof we were once again greeted by two friendly faces at 21c. We were very shocked at the charm of all of their employees and the standards that they upheld. After we were seated we had a chance to look at our menus and decided on breakfast. I had ordered the Proof Benedict and Ben had ordered pancakes and fruit. I had heard that that Proof had a few signature items and that the Benedict was one of their improvisations. I was amazed when my food arrived at how they had managed to make something simultaneously swanky and country. The typical English muffin had been replaced by a grit cake and the hollandaise by their own fondue cheese sauce, called fonduta. It was the perfect combination of wholesome country dishes and urban refined cuisine. We were so surprised by the décor. It seemed that the personality of the food had bled onto the walls with its eco-friendly upcycled sculpture and imitated taxidermy. We were joined at brunch by pleather deer, a belt-formed zebra, and an elk made of shoes, just to name a few.

Leaving breakfast, we drove to Crazy Daisy

Antique Mall to search for interesting home goods for my upcoming remodel of my dorm/office. The ride there allowed us to see many remnants of old painted ads on the sides of historic buildings, so we knew were heading in the right direction. The selection there was amazing. They have many styles and the people working there are more than happy to help. I was surprised at how much they actually had in their two stories of merchandise and how varied its supply was. The prices were great and they were not short on my favorite types of equestrian items because of their proximity to Churchill Downs. The rustic items there varied from amazing trunks to wonderfully preserved beds and furniture, including an emerald green chaise that I swooned over.

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The Butchertown Market was our next short stop. It was a great mix of local and mass-produced goods with an eclectic feel. It wasn’t hard to find many things that would work wonderfully in a country or traditional home, and it was even easier to find interesting modern pieces that could bring new life to a room. The antique goods were great as well and the service there was amazing. There we met Erika, the owner and operator of Cellar Door chocolates who astounded us with her delicious treats. The environment here was like that of a bazaar, it was literally filled with interesting craftsman goods from metalwork at Work the Metal, to soap at Moss Hill.

Ben and I were finally ready to make our way

back to the downtown area and were currently pondering whether we should find more jewels in Louisville after a day of surprises. On the way downtown we nearly passed an interesting salvage store called Architectural Salvage and Antiques and quickly changed our course to check out the establishment. We were greeted at the door by that wonderful smell of aged furniture and wood that I love experiencing in good antique stores. The front entrance hall was a menagerie of beautiful brass, grates, chandeliers, and door knobs. It was the storehouse of forgotten treasures that we both had dreamed would await us in Louisville. There were so many beautiful things in the many rooms of the two old homes that we barely saw a third of the items in the 45 minutes we were afforded before the store’s close. We bid the store, and the beautiful bronze horse bust that I so wanted, farewell and called it a day for antiques.

Leaving the salvage store, we set out again to find

something different. Ben and I drove down Bardstown Road to find something around the area that more tourists may visit. There we found the wonderful vintage clothing styles of Hey Tiger and a collection of assorted antique stores. We stopped for a quick snack at Mark’s Feed Store. It was the perfect way to fuel up on sweet tea and fried

food and rest after all of our traveling. After leaving we realized we just could not leave Louisville behind that day. We called the friendly staff of 21c Hotel again only to be greeted by our new friend Jason who once again helped us get a great room for that night.

After checking into our room and resting after an

exhausting antiquing trip, it was dinner time. We set out for Bardstown Road again to see if there were any interesting local places that we may have missed. While driving we discovered a place called Bourbon Bistro and decided to give it a try. Ben and I were seated in the back of the restaurant which gave us an opportunity to see most of the interior. The interior looked like an old warehouse with exposed brick and tobacco colored walls. Each wall was a different shade of brown and it really felt like a bourbon-colored environment. The waitress was amazing and helpful when we ordered and we found the food to be absolutely delicious. The food was more country inspired than Proof. Ben had pork chops and mashed potatoes, and I had prawns. The classic country cuisine paired with the historical and local country décor really set the mood for a great restaurant environment.

It was hard to believe that we both had forgotten

such a wonderful place as close to home as Louisville was. It seemed to us that the failed travel to Portland, Oregon really came as a blessing in disguise. When we were unable to discover something new and exciting in Oregon, we were given another chance to rediscover what only a short distance from us was. We were given lemons, but we definitely found our lemonade. For a brief weekend we really discovered an urban FOLK retreat. It was not the one we had anticipated, but the drastic difference from our smaller Lexington to the local urban environment was even enough to show us that FOLK is everywhere. In every small town, drive-in, mom-and-pop business, antique store, or even big city. FOLK is just a glass of sweet tea away, or in this case about an hour away.

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……………………………………… AS TOLD BY IPHONE. JAMES & BEN SNAP PHOTOS OF THE IMPORTANT STUFF… THE FOOD

The Butchertown Market was our next short stop. It was a great mix of local and mass-produced goods with an eclectic feel. It wasn’t hard to find many things that would work wonderfully in a country or traditional home, and it was even easier to find interesting modern pieces that could bring new life to a room. The antique goods were great as well and the service there was amazing. There we met Erika, the owner and operator of Cellar Door chocolates who astounded us with her delicious treats. The environment here was like that of a bazaar, it was literally filled with interesting craftsman goods from metalwork at Work the Metal, to soap at Moss Hill.

Ben and I were finally ready to make our way

back to the downtown area and were currently pondering whether we should find more jewels in Louisville after a day of surprises. On the way downtown we nearly passed an interesting salvage store called Architectural Salvage and Antiques and quickly changed our course to check out the establishment. We were greeted at the door by that wonderful smell of aged furniture and wood that I love experiencing in good antique stores. The front entrance hall was a menagerie of beautiful brass, grates, chandeliers, and door knobs. It was the storehouse of forgotten treasures that we both had dreamed would await us in Louisville. There were so many beautiful things in the many rooms of the two old homes that we barely saw a third of the items in the 45 minutes we were afforded before the store’s close. We bid the store, and the beautiful bronze horse bust that I so wanted, farewell and called it a day for antiques.

Leaving the salvage store, we set out again to find

something different. Ben and I drove down Bardstown Road to find something around the area that more tourists may visit. There we found the wonderful vintage clothing styles of Hey Tiger and a collection of assorted antique stores. We stopped for a quick snack at Mark’s Feed Store. It was the perfect way to fuel up on sweet tea and fried

food and rest after all of our traveling. After leaving we realized we just could not leave Louisville behind that day. We called the friendly staff of 21c Hotel again only to be greeted by our new friend Jason who once again helped us get a great room for that night.

After checking into our room and resting after an

exhausting antiquing trip, it was dinner time. We set out for Bardstown Road again to see if there were any interesting local places that we may have missed. While driving we discovered a place called Bourbon Bistro and decided to give it a try. Ben and I were seated in the back of the restaurant which gave us an opportunity to see most of the interior. The interior looked like an old warehouse with exposed brick and tobacco colored walls. Each wall was a different shade of brown and it really felt like a bourbon-colored environment. The waitress was amazing and helpful when we ordered and we found the food to be absolutely delicious. The food was more country inspired than Proof. Ben had pork chops and mashed potatoes, and I had prawns. The classic country cuisine paired with the historical and local country décor really set the mood for a great restaurant environment.

It was hard to believe that we both had forgotten

such a wonderful place as close to home as Louisville was. It seemed to us that the failed travel to Portland, Oregon really came as a blessing in disguise. When we were unable to discover something new and exciting in Oregon, we were given another chance to rediscover what only a short distance from us was. We were given lemons, but we definitely found our lemonade. For a brief weekend we really discovered an urban FOLK retreat. It was not the one we had anticipated, but the drastic difference from our smaller Lexington to the local urban environment was even enough to show us that FOLK is everywhere. In every small town, drive-in, mom-and-pop business, antique store, or even big city. FOLK is just a glass of sweet tea away, or in this case about an hour away.

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……………………………………… AS TOLD BY IPHONE. JAMES & BEN SNAP PHOTOS OF THE IMPORTANT STUFF… THE FOOD

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Located in scenic Butchertown, Blind Pig is relatively new to the Louisville, Kentucky restaurant scene. Still, word about its in-house cured and smoked meats has spread quickly. So along with my lunch companion, I decided to opt for a few non-pig selections and see if the fuss could pertain to the rest of the menu. Johnny Cash was singing Peace in the Valley, old brick walls seemed to be crumbling around us, and vintage furniture was scattered all about. Being a connoisseur of all interiors recycled and repurposed, I especially liked an old sideboard standing in as a host station. Also clever were the discs of corrugated cardboard stacked to create drum pendant shades for the lighting overhead. Blind Pig’s menu boasts house-made European comfort food and offers an old-world inspired wine program, eccentric beer list, and a creative cocktail menu. We started things off with two selections from the appetizer menu. The fresh-cured salmon was seasoned with herbs and then pan fried to create a delicious croquette. A lemon aioli only made things tastier. We also had the Cannelini Bean Puree seasoned with rosemary, thyme, parsley, and basil. The

mild, almost floral flavor wasn’t the least bit heavy and was the perfect opener before the stars of the show arrived. My companion ordered tasty Fish and Chips of fresh cod and hand-cut frites with malt vinegar and dill aioli. The battered cod was not overly greasy and the dill aioli gave a brightness to the traditionally heavy dish. I had the Bison Patty Melt. Locally raised bison was cooked to perfection, topped with grilled onions and Swiss cheese, and finished with delicious grilled sourdough bread and a caraway aioli. So delicious -- the bison literally melted in your mouth. Without a doubt, it was one of the best bison burgers I have ever had. Owners Joe Frase (Head Chef) and Michael Grider have created a unique spot. We look forward to visiting during dinner to sample the cassoulet of slow-cooked white kidney beans, house made garlic sausage, and duck confit. Another highlight that stood out on the menu was the Pork Pebronata. The Pebronata is a traditional Corsican stew with red wine braised pork, bell peppers, tomatoes, and Juniper berries. Sounds scrumptious, right? I’m definitely trusting the Blind Pig.

Lunch at BLIND PIG

A C onversation with… Moss Hil l

Moss Hill is one of the businesses we discovered while in Louisville, we fell in love with their soaps and scents. Hillary sat down for a conversation with one of the creators behind it all.

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Jeanine Moneypenny and Teri Amsler have been best friends since middle school and are the co-owners of Moss Hill Bath and Body Collection in Louisville, Kentucky. These crafty ladies create one of a kind, hand-made soaps, lotions, perfumes, candles, and other various indulging products. Moss Hill’s story began in Jeanine’s basement approximately ten years ago when she embarked on a new home hobby of making personalized gifts for family and friends. After falling in love with her hand-made, hand-packaged candles and soaps her family and friends quickly persuaded her to launch what is now a fast growing and well loved company. With seventeen unique and subtle fragrances, it is easy to understand why the company is so loved by everyone who tries their products. Each and every product is created with exceptional thought and care from small, hand-made batches. The products are then packaged by hand to ensure a personal touch, with the duo’s family and friends being involved in every aspect. In an interview with the company’s Vice-President, Teri Amsler, the importance of customer service was strongly expressed. Teri stated that focusing on feedback from their customers has led to the substantial success of Moss Hill and allowed them to create an extensive, high quality, natural product line. This notion of putting the customer first is evident not only in the quality of Moss Hill’s products, but in the affordability as well. The products range from $5.00-$15.00 on average. With such a vast, affordable, high quality product line it is easy to find the perfect scent to suit your family. The company’s best seller, a product that you absolutely must try, is their signature manicure cream. This luxurious cream, created by hand from shea butter, bees wax, and almond oil, is perfect for combating dry cuticles and heels. Although all products can be purchased online, a personal favorite of our staff is the Moss Hill location in the Louisville, Kentucky Butchertown Market. On occasion, the shop owners at Butchertown Market host events and art shows. It was at one of these events that Moss Hill flourished into a permanent member of the market. Growing up, I have repetitively been told that history repeats itself. As the home of Magic Flake Soap Company in the late 1800’s, the history of Butchertown Market and the old warehouse, that now houses Moss Hill Bath and Body Collection, hints at the idea that fate truly does exist and is a must see for anyone who can make the trip.

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A C onversation with… Moss Hil l

Moss Hill is one of the businesses we discovered while in Louisville, we fell in love with their soaps and scents. Hillary sat down for a conversation with one of the creators behind it all.

NEW LOUISVILLE RISING

Jeanine Moneypenny and Teri Amsler have been best friends since middle school and are the co-owners of Moss Hill Bath and Body Collection in Louisville, Kentucky. These crafty ladies create one of a kind, hand-made soaps, lotions, perfumes, candles, and other various indulging products. Moss Hill’s story began in Jeanine’s basement approximately ten years ago when she embarked on a new home hobby of making personalized gifts for family and friends. After falling in love with her hand-made, hand-packaged candles and soaps her family and friends quickly persuaded her to launch what is now a fast growing and well loved company. With seventeen unique and subtle fragrances, it is easy to understand why the company is so loved by everyone who tries their products. Each and every product is created with exceptional thought and care from small, hand-made batches. The products are then packaged by hand to ensure a personal touch, with the duo’s family and friends being involved in every aspect. In an interview with the company’s Vice-President, Teri Amsler, the importance of customer service was strongly expressed. Teri stated that focusing on feedback from their customers has led to the substantial success of Moss Hill and allowed them to create an extensive, high quality, natural product line. This notion of putting the customer first is evident not only in the quality of Moss Hill’s products, but in the affordability as well. The products range from $5.00-$15.00 on average. With such a vast, affordable, high quality product line it is easy to find the perfect scent to suit your family. The company’s best seller, a product that you absolutely must try, is their signature manicure cream. This luxurious cream, created by hand from shea butter, bees wax, and almond oil, is perfect for combating dry cuticles and heels. Although all products can be purchased online, a personal favorite of our staff is the Moss Hill location in the Louisville, Kentucky Butchertown Market. On occasion, the shop owners at Butchertown Market host events and art shows. It was at one of these events that Moss Hill flourished into a permanent member of the market. Growing up, I have repetitively been told that history repeats itself. As the home of Magic Flake Soap Company in the late 1800’s, the history of Butchertown Market and the old warehouse, that now houses Moss Hill Bath and Body Collection, hints at the idea that fate truly does exist and is a must see for anyone who can make the trip.

NEW LOUISVILLE RISING

A DAY SPENT AT

BARN HOUSE

BY: KIMBERLY TAYLOR

A DAY SPENT AT

BARN HOUSE

BY: KIMBERLY TAYLOR

IT’S A BEAUTIFUL Saturday morning in the Pacific Northwest. Driving down a country road in southern Washington you can feel the excitement. It's time for the Barn House Flea Market. And, as if on queue the sun is shining brightly, as it seems to every year. The Barn House farm is tucked away in the trees down long winding roads. Coming over the crest of a hill, white tents suddenly appear on a mowed pasture in front of a large red barn. There are three rows of them, their pointed tops contrasting against a bright blue sky, flags and banners rustling in the breeze. Entering the driveway you are greeted by the parking boys in their "Barn House Posse" shirts. With broad smiles they direct you into a spot in a field that has been cleared for the many cars that will be parking there that day. You make your way to the entrance where a long line has formed. There is excitement in the air - people with their coffees in hand, chatting about the last time they were here, looking forward to the treasure hunt that is about to begin. And then the gate opens. The crowd flows into the market, eager to see what each booth holds. There is coffee at the entrance, along with a delicious selection of cupcakes and scrumptious loaves provided and served by Folie a Deux - the catering company that has been with the boys serving up her delectable treats since the beginning. The band Celilo is entertaining the excited shoppers, music floating down through the aisles, creating an atmosphere more reminiscent of a party than a vintage sale. This year there's also the addition of a food truck - Four and Twenty Blackbirds - that served delicious empanadas. The Barn House Flea Market is an event, rather than a simple flea market. Every year the magic grows, and this year was no exception. This isn't simply a group of vintage vendors, but a close knit community. Joe Apodaca and Jermonne Swendell- the Barn House Boys - have created an air of friendship on their little slice of paradise. A slice of paradise that people want to be a part of. And then there are the shoppers. Everyone who arrives is received with hugs and smiles and one immediately feels like a cherished friend. The boys of barn house lead a fairly simple life. They enjoy their time on their farm - hanging with their barnyard animals, from llamas, sheep and goats, to turkeys, chickens, and barn cats. And they value their friendships greatly. They moved to the farm 5 1/2 years ago. With a charming old farmhouse and a large red barn, the potential was endless. I spent some time with the boys of Barn House and asked them a bit about the background story behind their success, as well as what they envision for their future.

Shoppers enjoying their afternoon at Barn House

This shopper found a number of vintage treasures at the sale

Four and Twenty Blackbirds food truck served flavorful empanadas

Bob and Deb Kennedy of Retreat

A selection of treats by Kathrine's Folie

Lara Blair and Mary Smith of Modern Prairie Girl Designs with a happy shopper

Four and Twenty Blackbirds food truck served flavorful empanadas

Bob and Deb Kennedy of Retreat

A selection of treats by Kathrine's Folie

Lara Blair and Mary Smith of Modern Prairie Girl Designs with a happy shopper

Joe Apodaca and Joy Bayer cooling off after a hot afternoon

Debbie Taylor and Laurie Miller of Worthy Goods in their beautiful booth

Tiffany Kirchner-Dixon aka The Fancy Farmgirl in her pink vintage trailer

Tiffany Kirchner-Dixon aka The Fancy Farmgirl in her pink vintage trailer

KT - Where does your love of vintage come from? Jermonne - Joe started early - he would go with his mom and sisters to thrift stores as a child, which lead to his love for collecting vintage treasures. When we moved to Washington from Los Angeles, it was a perfect opportunity for Joe to find something he truly loved for a new career. After about a year or so of exploration, Barn House was created. KT - What gives you the most joy when it comes to the sales? Jermonne - Both of us get the best reward from friends/visitors from all over the world who come and visit our little farm. Their warm hugs and kind compliments about what we have created is the most rewarding. Their generosity with their purchases doesn't hurt either. KT - What are the biggest challenges with running a business on your property as well as running an online store? Jermonne - The hardest part os juggling our responsibilities with my other gig (Jermonne holds a full time job as well), managing a little farm, keeping up with the property maintenance during a short, but accelerated growing season here in the Northwest AND finding time to roam the countryside for treasures. KT - What is your dream/plan for the Barn House brand? Joe - The future for Barn House is to keep the business on the farm as long as possible. I would love to become fully sustainable here and be an inspiration to those who dream of a beautiful and simple way to live. KT - Have you ever considered creating a line of products by Barn House? Joe - I have my head full of ideas and creations. It wouldn't make sense not to share my creative gift with everyone. So, designing Barn House products only makes sense. American made, of course!

KT - Where does your love of vintage come from? Jermonne - Joe started early - he would go with his mom and sisters to thrift stores as a child, which lead to his love for collecting vintage treasures. When we moved to Washington from Los Angeles, it was a perfect opportunity for Joe to find something he truly loved for a new career. After about a year or so of exploration, Barn House was created. KT - What gives you the most joy when it comes to the sales? Jermonne - Both of us get the best reward from friends/visitors from all over the world who come and visit our little farm. Their warm hugs and kind compliments about what we have created is the most rewarding. Their generosity with their purchases doesn't hurt either. KT - What are the biggest challenges with running a business on your property as well as running an online store? Jermonne - The hardest part os juggling our responsibilities with my other gig (Jermonne holds a full time job as well), managing a little farm, keeping up with the property maintenance during a short, but accelerated growing season here in the Northwest AND finding time to roam the countryside for treasures. KT - What is your dream/plan for the Barn House brand? Joe - The future for Barn House is to keep the business on the farm as long as possible. I would love to become fully sustainable here and be an inspiration to those who dream of a beautiful and simple way to live. KT - Have you ever considered creating a line of products by Barn House? Joe - I have my head full of ideas and creations. It wouldn't make sense not to share my creative gift with everyone. So, designing Barn House products only makes sense. American made, of course!

House Bluegrass

THE

OF

By: Ben Ashby

I LOVE A GOOD FARMHOUSE! If it is still period then it is even better. The birthplace of bluegrass music legend Bill Monroe is like the holy-grail of farmhouses. Located high on the hill known as Jerusalem Ridge the old home sits atop the surrounding countryside. Whether you are a bluegrass fan or not the old home is a must stop visit„if it is simply to meet the local tour guides who are

full of character and story. I recently stopped by for a visit.

As you first begin your assent up the ridge you will cross over the train tracks that lent to the term ‚high lonesome sound‛ beyond that you weave in and out of the tree covered gravel road that

finally brings you to a clearing atop the ridge where the home has sat for many decades…

House Bluegrass

THE

OF

By: Ben Ashby

I LOVE A GOOD FARMHOUSE! If it is still period then it is even better. The birthplace of bluegrass music legend Bill Monroe is like the holy-grail of farmhouses. Located high on the hill known as Jerusalem Ridge the old home sits atop the surrounding countryside. Whether you are a bluegrass fan or not the old home is a must stop visit„if it is simply to meet the local tour guides who are

full of character and story. I recently stopped by for a visit.

As you first begin your assent up the ridge you will cross over the train tracks that lent to the term ‚high lonesome sound‛ beyond that you weave in and out of the tree covered gravel road that

finally brings you to a clearing atop the ridge where the home has sat for many decades…

If you decide to visit the birthplace of Bill Monroe be sure to stop by my hometown of Beaver Dam. While the beavers may have packed up and moved the dam you will find a quaint community filled with characters and charm. If you are visiting in September make a stop downtown for the first annual art festival hosted by our county artist guild. Along Main Street in Beaver Dam you will see the town’s revitalization movement in progress. We might even give you a paint brush and put you to work. Also on Main Street you’ll find the business of FOLK’s resident baker which is located in a beautifully restored historic home that she shares with a photography studio. For those of you who like Mexican food stop in to Los Mexicanos and tell them I sent you. Oh, and did I mention our amazing antique stores, well they are downtown too! For a bit more about the art festival I stopped by to see the president of the artist guild. She gave me a run down of what is in store: The Shades of Blue Second Street Art Festival, Beaver Dam, KY, Saturday, September 10, 2010, the week-end of the 100th birthday celebration of Bill Monroe, the father of bluegrass music. The home place of Bill Monroe is in Rosine, Ky, just down the road from Beaver Dam. For a true feel of small town friendliness and southern hospitality, come join us. There will be area artists with works for sale. Also make and take classes with activities for children. There will be local food venders with everything from pulled pork to fried apple pies. Area bluegrass musicians will be performing during the day and allowing folks to try out the different musical instruments. Local car enthusiasts will be there for a Cruise In with antique and classic cars. There will also be scheduled musical performances by Evelyn Kidd. Classical guitarist Sean Eric Howard. Jazz, interpretive and classical dancer Casey Monday. Ramsey Carpenter. The Vespers. Ryan Himes.

When You Visit…

WINE COUNTRY

Text by: Melissa Meaders McArdle Photography by: Sean Patrick McArdle

Making jam the old-fashioned way using local organic ingredients, inside a Mediterranean-style winery kitchen, and surrounded by others who share the same passion for simple, delicious living is exactly what happens when you gather a Southern-born and raised culinarian, wine enthusiasts, and harvested local fruit. The wine country is filled with generations of families who have the ‘soil in their genes’, and whether it is growing grapes, farming fruits and vegetables, or growing flowers and herbs, these treasured people are one of the vital reasons this magnificent valley is known throughout the world. Everyone works together as a community to provide the essentials needed for living a good life. There is direct communication between the farmers, vintners and chefs not to mention the knowledge and friendly relationships built with the locals and the food and wine growers. It’s a formula that works because all involved are committed to a life filled with from the roots of simple living. And should one not be lucky enough to fall from the genetic tree of a wine country family, there is always the option that happens to many: visit, fall in love with the valley, and never leave. The later is exactly what happened to me. I quickly became addicted to the bountiful beauty of the valley. A perfect example of a typical weekend includes: being able to go a short distance to a farm to choose and cut sunflowers for a jam and marmalade making class, walking to the bakery for fresh bread to use as a foundation for the newly learned sweet spread, and then pairing it with incredible wines from Silverado Vineyards. Sherry Page, of Culinary Getaways, orchestrated a grand lesson in the making of old-fashioned jam and marmalade. Arriving with freshly picked Meyer lemons from her own trees and the end-of-the-season’s ripe as candy strawberries, eager class participants set out to make a few jars of mouth-watering sweet spreads. There is a nostalgic association with jam-making, for one normally recalls childhood memories of being in the kitchen as their elders can or preserve the summer’s harvest to carry them through the fall and winter months. These very dear-to-our-heart stories were the thread that seemed to connect everyone gathered around the boiling pots of fruits and the gasps of taste-bud appreciation that carried throughout the kitchen as we all tasted the culinary goodness of our labors. Of course, the wine pairings added a delightful unexpected twist to the entire experience. I guess that is what it is all about, taking those of the earth, essence of you memories, and stepping it up a notch with another simple pleasure from the community you now call home.

Making jam the old-fashioned way using local organic ingredients, inside a Mediterranean-style winery kitchen, and surrounded by others who share the same passion for simple, delicious living is exactly what happens when you gather a Southern-born and raised culinarian, wine enthusiasts, and harvested local fruit. The wine country is filled with generations of families who have the ‘soil in their genes’, and whether it is growing grapes, farming fruits and vegetables, or growing flowers and herbs, these treasured people are one of the vital reasons this magnificent valley is known throughout the world. Everyone works together as a community to provide the essentials needed for living a good life. There is direct communication between the farmers, vintners and chefs not to mention the knowledge and friendly relationships built with the locals and the food and wine growers. It’s a formula that works because all involved are committed to a life filled with from the roots of simple living. And should one not be lucky enough to fall from the genetic tree of a wine country family, there is always the option that happens to many: visit, fall in love with the valley, and never leave. The later is exactly what happened to me. I quickly became addicted to the bountiful beauty of the valley. A perfect example of a typical weekend includes: being able to go a short distance to a farm to choose and cut sunflowers for a jam and marmalade making class, walking to the bakery for fresh bread to use as a foundation for the newly learned sweet spread, and then pairing it with incredible wines from Silverado Vineyards. Sherry Page, of Culinary Getaways, orchestrated a grand lesson in the making of old-fashioned jam and marmalade. Arriving with freshly picked Meyer lemons from her own trees and the end-of-the-season’s ripe as candy strawberries, eager class participants set out to make a few jars of mouth-watering sweet spreads. There is a nostalgic association with jam-making, for one normally recalls childhood memories of being in the kitchen as their elders can or preserve the summer’s harvest to carry them through the fall and winter months. These very dear-to-our-heart stories were the thread that seemed to connect everyone gathered around the boiling pots of fruits and the gasps of taste-bud appreciation that carried throughout the kitchen as we all tasted the culinary goodness of our labors. Of course, the wine pairings added a delightful unexpected twist to the entire experience. I guess that is what it is all about, taking those of the earth, essence of you memories, and stepping it up a notch with another simple pleasure from the community you now call home.

Meyer Lemon Marmalade Recipe from Sherry Page of Culinary Getaways

Ingredients: 8 cups Meyer lemons, thinly chopped 8 cups water 8 cups sugar You will also need: Chef’s knife Large pot, such as a Dutch oven Large spoon Skimmer Candy thermometer Large open pan for sterilizing jars 6-7 clean jars with new lids and rings Canner Jar tongs Kitchen towel Canning funnel, clean and sterilized Paper towels Regular tongs Instructions: Place the chopped Meyer lemons, water and sugar into a large pot. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Reduce the heat and cook at a medium boil, stirring frequently to keep from sticking. Skim any foam from the top. Continue to cook until the marmalade reaches 220F or until thickened. Meanwhile, put about an inch of water in the bottom of a large open pan. Add the clean jars, open top down. Bring to a slow simmer and let the jars cook for at least 10 minutes. Keep hot. Put enough water into the canner to completely cover your jars by about an inch. Put it on a back burner and bring to a boil. When the marmalade is ready, remove a jar from the hot skillet using the jar tongs and place the jar upright onto a kitchen towel. Place a funnel into the jar. Ladle the hot marmalade into the jar until it is almost full. Leave about ¼‛ of space at the top. Wipe the rim of the jar with a paper towel (a damp paper towel works best). Drop one of the lids into the skillet with the hot jars and leave it there for about 30 seconds. Remove the lid from the water with tongs and place it on top of the jar filled with marmalade. Place a ring on the jar and tighten it. Repeat until all the marmalade has been ladled into the jars. Gently place each jar into the canner filled with hot water. Cover the canner and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat slightly and boil the jars for at least 5 minutes (typically 7 minutes). Turn off the heat underneath the canner. Remove the jars from the water, dry them off and place them on the countertop to cool. You should hear the lids pop within a few minutes. If the jar is sealed, the lid dips slightly in the middle. If the lid sticks up in the middle, then the jar has not sealed and the marmalade should be refrigerated and consumed within a week. Be careful with the marmalade until it completely cools ” do not shake it around much. Makes approx. 6 (8 oz.) jars of marmalade. We spread goat cheese on a freshly toasted piece of bread, added a hefty dollop of Meyer lemon marmalade and paired with the Silverado Vineyards Miller Ranch Sauvignon Blanc.

Meyer Lemon Marmalade Recipe from Sherry Page of Culinary Getaways

Ingredients: 8 cups Meyer lemons, thinly chopped 8 cups water 8 cups sugar You will also need: Chef’s knife Large pot, such as a Dutch oven Large spoon Skimmer Candy thermometer Large open pan for sterilizing jars 6-7 clean jars with new lids and rings Canner Jar tongs Kitchen towel Canning funnel, clean and sterilized Paper towels Regular tongs Instructions: Place the chopped Meyer lemons, water and sugar into a large pot. Bring to a boil over medium-high heat. Reduce the heat and cook at a medium boil, stirring frequently to keep from sticking. Skim any foam from the top. Continue to cook until the marmalade reaches 220F or until thickened. Meanwhile, put about an inch of water in the bottom of a large open pan. Add the clean jars, open top down. Bring to a slow simmer and let the jars cook for at least 10 minutes. Keep hot. Put enough water into the canner to completely cover your jars by about an inch. Put it on a back burner and bring to a boil. When the marmalade is ready, remove a jar from the hot skillet using the jar tongs and place the jar upright onto a kitchen towel. Place a funnel into the jar. Ladle the hot marmalade into the jar until it is almost full. Leave about ¼‛ of space at the top. Wipe the rim of the jar with a paper towel (a damp paper towel works best). Drop one of the lids into the skillet with the hot jars and leave it there for about 30 seconds. Remove the lid from the water with tongs and place it on top of the jar filled with marmalade. Place a ring on the jar and tighten it. Repeat until all the marmalade has been ladled into the jars. Gently place each jar into the canner filled with hot water. Cover the canner and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat slightly and boil the jars for at least 5 minutes (typically 7 minutes). Turn off the heat underneath the canner. Remove the jars from the water, dry them off and place them on the countertop to cool. You should hear the lids pop within a few minutes. If the jar is sealed, the lid dips slightly in the middle. If the lid sticks up in the middle, then the jar has not sealed and the marmalade should be refrigerated and consumed within a week. Be careful with the marmalade until it completely cools ” do not shake it around much. Makes approx. 6 (8 oz.) jars of marmalade. We spread goat cheese on a freshly toasted piece of bread, added a hefty dollop of Meyer lemon marmalade and paired with the Silverado Vineyards Miller Ranch Sauvignon Blanc.

The greatest influence in the path to FOLK was my aunt June. I grew up in her kitchen. Conveniently she

lived next door to us on the farm. Any time I could ,I would call Aunt June on the phone and ask if I could come over. Of course the answer was always yes. During those young

years I would stand on a tan stool in Aunt June’s kitchen. I would lean against the counter and we would bake together. Aunt June would

sing songs about Froggie and his courting days or tell me old family stories. The counters would be covered in flour, those brightly colored Pyrex bowls, and the hand written recipes that were stained with years of use. Oh, and naturally sweet tea was always served. Aunt June was known for her cooking… it was cookies, and fried chicken, pies, and

catfish, or any of the old fashion family recipes, but the cakes we baked were always my favorite. Aunt June may have passed away in 2004, but

her impact on my life lives on, especially through FOLK.

I asked a few family friends, all of whom knew Aunt June to bring her cake recipes to life…

The greatest influence in the path to FOLK was my aunt June. I grew up in her kitchen. Conveniently she

lived next door to us on the farm. Any time I could ,I would call Aunt June on the phone and ask if I could come over. Of course the answer was always yes. During those young

years I would stand on a tan stool in Aunt June’s kitchen. I would lean against the counter and we would bake together. Aunt June would

sing songs about Froggie and his courting days or tell me old family stories. The counters would be covered in flour, those brightly colored Pyrex bowls, and the hand written recipes that were stained with years of use. Oh, and naturally sweet tea was always served. Aunt June was known for her cooking… it was cookies, and fried chicken, pies, and

catfish, or any of the old fashion family recipes, but the cakes we baked were always my favorite. Aunt June may have passed away in 2004, but

her impact on my life lives on, especially through FOLK.

I asked a few family friends, all of whom knew Aunt June to bring her cake recipes to life…

Pea P icking Cake Baked by: Linda Warren

Previous page: C oconut Cake | Baked by Debbie King

German Chocolate Baked by: Haley Woosley

German Chocolate Baked by: Haley Woosley Baked by: Haley Woosley

Italian Creme

Red Velvet Baked by: Haley Woosley

Red Velvet Cake ½ Cup margarine or Crisco 1 ½ Cup sugar 2 eggs well beaten 2 Cups sifted cake flour ½ to 1 tsp. salt 1 tbsp. cocoa 1 tsp. vanilla (opt.) 1 Cup buttermilk 2 oz. Red cake coloring 1 tsp. soda 1 tbsp. vinegar Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease and flour bottoms of two 9-inch cake pans. Cream butter, sugar, and eggs. Combine food coloring and cocoa in small mixing bowl. Add to creamed mixture; blend well. Mix buttermilk and salt together; add to creamed mixture alternately with flour.

Add vanilla. Combine soda and vinegar; fold into batter quickly. Beat at medium speed with electric mixer for 2 minutes. Pour into cake pans. Bake for 35 minutes. Cool. Frosting 1 Cup milk ¼ to ½ Cup flour Dash of salt ½ Cup shortening or Crisco 1 stick margarine or butter 1 Cup sugar 1 tsp. vanilla 1 Cup shredded coconut (opt.) Cook milk, flour, and salt over low heat to pudding stage; cool. Cream shortening, margarine, and sugar; beat until fluffy. Add to pudding mixture; add vanilla. Beat until smooth. Spread over layers; sprinkle with coconut. Place layers together.

Italian Cream Cake 1 stick butter ½ cup oil 1 cup coconut 2 cups flour 2 cups sugar 2 egg yolks 5 egg whites (stiffly beaten) 1 cup buttermilk 1 cup chopped pecan 1 teaspoon vanilla Cream butter and oil with sugar. Add egg yolks one at a time. Add ½ teaspoon soda to buttermilk ” after with flour ” fold in egg whites and vanilla ” add 2/3 of floured nuts and coconut. Pour batter in three 9‛ pans (floured and greased). Bake 30-40 min. Italian Cream Icing 1 stick of butter 1 pound powdered sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla 8 oz. cream cheese Cream butter and soften cheese, add sugar and vanilla. Add remaining nuts and coconut. *Allow 24 hours before serving. Pea Picking Cake 1 box yellow cake mix 4 eggs ½ cup oil 11 oz. can mandarin oranges Icing: 1 large can pineapple chunks (juice and all) 1 pack instant vanilla pudding mix (dry) 8 oz. cool whip Beat all ingredients for 3 min and bake at 350 for 30-35 min. in 3 layer cake pan. Let cake cool. Mix pineapple and pudding together. Fold in cool whip. Ice cake between layers, on sides, and on top.

German Chocolate Cake 4 oz. German Chocolate ½ cup boiling water 2 cups sugar 1 T soda 1 cup buttermilk 4 egg yolks 2 ½ cups flour 1 cup butter 1 T vanilla ½ T salt 4 beaten egg whites Melt chocolate in boiling water, cool. Cream butter and sugar until fluffy. Add yolks one at a time, beat well, blend in vanilla and chocolate mixture. Sift flour, salt, and soda together, blend with buttermilk, add to chocolate mixture, fold in beaten egg whites. Bake at 350 in 3 cake pans for 30-40 min. Frosting: 1 cup evaporated milk 1 cup sugar 3 beaten egg yolks 1 T vanilla 1 1/3 cup chopped coconut 1 cup nuts Cook over medium heat for 12 min, then add nuts and coconut. Coconut Cake 1 cup Crisco 2 cups sugar 2 cups flour 1 T salt 1 ½ T baking powder 1 cup buttermilk 1 can angel flake coconut 5 eggs Cream sugar and Crisco, add eggs one at a time (reserve whites for later). Sift flour, salt, and baking powder together, add to buttermilk. Beat egg whites to form peaks, fold into mixture, add coconut. Bake at 350 until done. Frost with divinity icing and shredded coconut.

Italian Cream Cake 1 stick butter ½ cup oil 1 cup coconut 2 cups flour 2 cups sugar 2 egg yolks 5 egg whites (stiffly beaten) 1 cup buttermilk 1 cup chopped pecan 1 teaspoon vanilla Cream butter and oil with sugar. Add egg yolks one at a time. Add ½ teaspoon soda to buttermilk ” after with flour ” fold in egg whites and vanilla ” add 2/3 of floured nuts and coconut. Pour batter in three 9‛ pans (floured and greased). Bake 30-40 min. Italian Cream Icing 1 stick of butter 1 pound powdered sugar 1 teaspoon vanilla 8 oz. cream cheese Cream butter and soften cheese, add sugar and vanilla. Add remaining nuts and coconut. *Allow 24 hours before serving. Pea Picking Cake 1 box yellow cake mix 4 eggs ½ cup oil 11 oz. can mandarin oranges Icing: 1 large can pineapple chunks (juice and all) 1 pack instant vanilla pudding mix (dry) 8 oz. cool whip Beat all ingredients for 3 min and bake at 350 for 30-35 min. in 3 layer cake pan. Let cake cool. Mix pineapple and pudding together. Fold in cool whip. Ice cake between layers, on sides, and on top.

German Chocolate Cake 4 oz. German Chocolate ½ cup boiling water 2 cups sugar 1 T soda 1 cup buttermilk 4 egg yolks 2 ½ cups flour 1 cup butter 1 T vanilla ½ T salt 4 beaten egg whites Melt chocolate in boiling water, cool. Cream butter and sugar until fluffy. Add yolks one at a time, beat well, blend in vanilla and chocolate mixture. Sift flour, salt, and soda together, blend with buttermilk, add to chocolate mixture, fold in beaten egg whites. Bake at 350 in 3 cake pans for 30-40 min. Frosting: 1 cup evaporated milk 1 cup sugar 3 beaten egg yolks 1 T vanilla 1 1/3 cup chopped coconut 1 cup nuts Cook over medium heat for 12 min, then add nuts and coconut. Coconut Cake 1 cup Crisco 2 cups sugar 2 cups flour 1 T salt 1 ½ T baking powder 1 cup buttermilk 1 can angel flake coconut 5 eggs Cream sugar and Crisco, add eggs one at a time (reserve whites for later). Sift flour, salt, and baking powder together, add to buttermilk. Beat egg whites to form peaks, fold into mixture, add coconut. Bake at 350 until done. Frost with divinity icing and shredded coconut.

FOLK’s FIRST ISSUE

COMES TO LIFE!

COMES TO LIFE!

SHOOTINGISSUE ONE

Until Next Time…

A FOLK MANIFESTO

We are Iced Tea drinkers. We listen to “Wagon Wheel” and “Home” at least once a day.

We support local artists and businesses. We will know how to properly whitewash. We have memorized “To Kill A Mockingbird”.

We appreciate bow ties even if we can’t tie one to save our life. We learned bargain hunting at an early age.

We eat pie like it’s a job. We take the road less traveled.

We cheer for the University of Kentucky Wildcats, but realize we are biased.

We love to hear our grandparents tell of the “Good-ol’-Days”.

We are avid tea stainers. We are well versed in the terms “grubby,” “primitive,” “aged,”

and “make-do” We will drive out of the way for the best doughnuts in the

state. And

We try to always keep the little things in perspective and “enjoy

the ride”.

WE ARE FOLK! FOLK 104

Until Next Time…

A FOLK MANIFESTO

We are Iced Tea drinkers. We listen to “Wagon Wheel” and “Home” at least once a day.

We support local artists and businesses. We will know how to properly whitewash. We have memorized “To Kill A Mockingbird”.

We appreciate bow ties even if we can’t tie one to save our life. We learned bargain hunting at an early age.

We eat pie like it’s a job. We take the road less traveled.

We cheer for the University of Kentucky Wildcats, but realize we are biased.

We love to hear our grandparents tell of the “Good-ol’-Days”.

We are avid tea stainers. We are well versed in the terms “grubby,” “primitive,” “aged,”

and “make-do” We will drive out of the way for the best doughnuts in the

state. And

We try to always keep the little things in perspective and “enjoy

the ride”.

WE ARE FOLK! FOLK 104