Colin, our younger boys and I visited Mt. Hood last week. It’s the first time I’d been back since I was a little girl, living on the mountain in our family gypsy wagon. What started as a plan to live there for a few weeks, as a part of a commune, turned into a long winter when the gypsy wagon became snowed in.
We played with old toy trucks and spent lots of time together – my brother, sister, and I. And they doted on me because I was the baby. We ate raw cloves of garlic, because our mom believed it made us stronger and resistant to sickness. And we liked it. And one time, my sister bit the head off a snake, probably because she was a garlic eating super girl. And sometime along the way, we began calling her Poomba Buckwheat – just because it sounded so cool.
It was good to go back to the woods.
IT'S ME, SERENA!
In 2002, I was dreaming of creating a fun and happy little event to sell my vintage and handmade goods. In 2002, I held my first event in my neighbor's barn along with a handful of friends. The sale became wildly popular and began attracting visitors from across the country and recognition in national magazines. Today The Farm Chicks Vintage & Handmade Fair fills the Spokane County Fairgrounds and features hundreds of creatively and carefully curated spaces packed with vintage and handmade goods. Many describe it as a bucket list event, magical, inspirational, and the best event of its kind in the USA. I describe it as the best weekend of the year!
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