we’ve moved

These Tuttles are on the move, we’ve packed up some of our favorite blog posts and have headed over to tumblr.com.

Hope to see you there!

sunday swoon

Sunday Swoon:  Antique Typewriters

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megan puttle

The first misspelling of her new name has Megan in a tizzy.

With Megan Kraft, I would get a few Megan Crafts and numerous spellings of Megan and sometimes, because I write my F’s backwards (because I’m awesome), I’d get a Megan Kratt.

But Puttle?  PUTTLE?!?!

This will not do.  I am truly beside myself.  Truly.  I just can’t get over it.  PUTTLE?!?! Really???  Man.  Disgraceful.  Really disgraceful.

*SIGH*

Puttle, huh?  So it’s going to be like that, is it?

trouble

Dolly magically turned herself into a chicken last night.  Or Dolly ripped into her feather pillow, dug all of the feathers out and rolled around in them.

It was the latter.

the soup dejour

French Onion Soup

Kaylon made cheesy onion soup and spicy baguette toast.  Megan poured the beers.  Oh, wait…Kaylon poured the beers.  So Megan did nothing but make the “Mmmm” noises in between bites?  Sounds about right.

Get the easy soup recipe here.

rain

Google said our day off today is going to look like this.  Great.  Bowls of soup, mugs of tea and good books are calling our names, I guess.

modern dowry

My incredible extended Tuttle family has some incredible stuff.  And circumstances have made this Tuttle apartment a temporary receptacle of awesome.  We’re surrounded by chunky wooden furniture, intricate brass lamps and unique pieces from all over the world.  And we’re so grateful that these wares grace our humble home.  However, I’ve shamefully let my very favorite piece accumulate a most unsightly blanket of dust.

So I whipped out the Pledge and an old t-shirt and got to work, lovingly dusting each and every piece, each and every crevice.  I put it back together and placed it upon my Grandma’s doily.  Because it’s a wee bit wobbly, I sat it pretty next to the Gibson so that if it topples, it won’t have far to fall.

Isn’t this tree fantastic?

-M

mrs. wilkes

And here’s what lunch looked like.  Never ending bowls and bowls and more bowls of family style southern fare.

It was so much food and was so good.

mrs. wilkes

Meg’s mum and fella, Mark, came to visit, so we played tourist and waited in line for an hour and a half to eat at the famous Mrs. Wilkes’ Boarding House.  And Kaylon snuck into the corners of photos.

we get down

This photo just popped up in my inbox.  It’s from my gorgeous and get-funky friend, Megan’s, wedding.  What a fun and beautiful day that was.

-M