Hi, I’m Lindsay! I’m a new farm wife, but I don’t fit the typical farm wife cliché……
I’m more of a “modern” farm wife who enjoys the perks of the city life. I don’t help with chores, feed the pigs or cows, or drive a tractor on a daily basis. I have tried to help with the farm work, but I couldn’t exactly handle the smell or the dirty work. Instead, I’m an organized freak, rarely home, if I am home I’m cleaning or binge-watching a show on Netflix, a frequent online shopper, an enjoyer of dinner and drinks with friends and family, and a lover of a chilled glass of Stella Artois Cidre. With all that being said, I do love to garden (Only with gloves, of course. There are some HUGE spiders out there!) and on occasion, I join my farmer while he is farming.
Why did I start this blog? Well, it’s simple, I was inspired by several women bloggers and the confidence they have shown in their stories. I too have a story to tell, but my story is a bit different than most. I want to encourage all women to be confident in themselves and to not let clichés define who you are or where you are from. And so, I have been writing, marketing, using social media, and am known as a bit of a “chatty Cathy,” so I thought, what better time to start a blog than now (better late than never)! In my lifestyle blog, I plan to share practical life events that have inspired me in one way, shape, or form. The life events will include my love of life, family, living on a farm, fashion, design, my favorite meals and of course craft beer and ciders.
—You will find out fast that I have a few random quirk’s, but that’s what makes me, me!—
My farm wife story all began the night I met my farmer at a local pub. I was with a friend who soon introduced us, needless to say, I wasn’t all that into the thought of dating a farmer, but he seemed like a nice enough guy. As it turns out, we continued to talk over a few beers the entire night. We have spent every waking moment with each other from that night on.
A few years later, during the Christmas season in the middle of Rockefeller Center, the man of my dreams ask me to spend the rest of my life with him. A year and a half later I married the man of my dreams, who just so happens to be a pig farmer. I am now blessed with a beautiful stepson, a farm house, thousands of pigs, a few cows, a rabbit, and a cat who thinks he is a human (I’m serious. He has human-like qualities). I live a half a mile away from my in-laws and our local town has a VFW, and I wouldn’t trade it for all the shoes in the world. So, follow me, and don’t mind the smell.
…Pig smell that is!
Photo credit : Ivory + Bliss