I’m Tracey, your delightful hostess.

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Everyone calls me Trace.

 

I grew up spending weekends on my dad’s off-the-grid homestead in a log cabin. Very Laura Ingalls Wilder with a Sony Discman As an adult, I’ve carved out a weird mix of self-sufficiency and modern convenience all from a second-story apartment. Because let’s face it – living as sufficiently as possible is important, but so is finding the perfect red lipstick, and enjoying pizza that’s only a phone call away.

Homesteading lite. (My lease says no goats.) So, I’m almost a homesteader.

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Join me if you enjoy a healthy dose of humor with your gardening, foraging and homesteading advice. Oh, and swearing. Join me if you enjoy that too.