Oregon, it's not just a state, it's a CHAINSAW
Blount is headquarted in Oregon, because it matters.
To view the 2010 growing list of Oregon products for the holidays and year round, go to:
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The "Oregon For The Holidays" List 2010
FASHION
Ellington Handbag's Bella Hobo bag makes a great travel bag and can be worn cross-body or as a shoulder bag. Follow on Twitter @ms_elli
Souchi, Warm & cozy for winter, Add leggings boots & cashmere turban for a complete look. Follow on Twitter @suzisouchi
Langlitz, for custom-made motorcycle jackets and more.
FOOD & BEVERAGE
Wine, Oregon produces some of the finest Pinot Noirs in the world along with other varietals. There's something for everyone.
Oregon's Choice Tuna & other products: Line caught & BPA-free
Beer, Oregon has a myriad of breweries to choose from. Pick up a few 6-packs from breweries around the state for that beer-lovin' friend this holiday season.
Harry & David, gourmet fruit, chocolate and more. Featured on Oprah's Favorite Things 2010. Follow on Twitter @HarryandDavid
MISC
Oregon Chainsaw, because you never know when you'll need one.
Square Root Industries, artist Todd Loewy, can craft you a beautiful table that's not just functional but art.
Check back, because I'll be adding to the list regularly!
Buy Oregon for the Holidays!
Oregon albacore has a lower content of mercury than other tuna and you can get it in BPA-free cans at Oregon's Choice.
Gourmet tuna and other products from Oregon's Choice make great gifts and BPA-free means they are also smart choices for your home. In addition, unlike many of the large companies, they catch their tuna using a hook and line, which means, Oregon's Choice tuna really is dolphin free.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
There's No Place Like Home
Last week, our family went on a well-deserved and needed vacation. It was wonderful, fabulous and after approximately five years, long-overdue.
We chose the Hawaiian island of Oahu, in part because we could get a direct flight but more importantly, it offered sun. Sun in November. Heaven.
The first half of the trip, we relaxed and played on the North Shore and the second, the touristy, city of Waikiki. The beach, the sun, the warm air and the pools, all perfect.
As the trip drew near its end, I found myself missing home. It seems impossible but it's true. Our four year old missed her toys and best friend. I missed my bed and the luxury of a washer / dryer, as well as not living out of a suitcase. I missed a healthy diet; I'd love to say I have the will to maintain a healthy diet on vacation but I do not. Cocktails (something called a Frozen lemonade caught my attention in Waikiki) and decadent desserts called my name daily and I heeded the call of the calorie siren.
Yesterday, our last day in paradise, I packed our bags, laid by the pool and enjoyed my last cocktail but the thought of home nagged me in those last minutes. I wanted to be home. I wanted that long, 5+ hour flight over and I wanted my little girl in her bed.
Our flight was delayed by a medical issue (we had one on the flight over too) and we landed just before midnight. It was an all right flight. With age, our daughter has lost the enthusiasm of sleeping on flights so it was a bit trying and the food on the flight, well, everyone knows the food on planes these days... I purchased a number of garbage snacks like potato chips and M&M's before the flight. I know myself well enough that eating plane food isn't an option, although eating such toxic waste in addition to a week's worth of indulgence made my head hurt, both literally and figuratively.
I carried our daughter to the car while my husband grabbed the checked luggage (one, single gigantic piece carried luggage for the three of us -- and just barely made the weight restriction). The air was damp and cool, refreshing after a long flight. It felt good to be home and I could hear my bed, calling out to me.
We chose the Hawaiian island of Oahu, in part because we could get a direct flight but more importantly, it offered sun. Sun in November. Heaven.
The first half of the trip, we relaxed and played on the North Shore and the second, the touristy, city of Waikiki. The beach, the sun, the warm air and the pools, all perfect.
As the trip drew near its end, I found myself missing home. It seems impossible but it's true. Our four year old missed her toys and best friend. I missed my bed and the luxury of a washer / dryer, as well as not living out of a suitcase. I missed a healthy diet; I'd love to say I have the will to maintain a healthy diet on vacation but I do not. Cocktails (something called a Frozen lemonade caught my attention in Waikiki) and decadent desserts called my name daily and I heeded the call of the calorie siren.
Yesterday, our last day in paradise, I packed our bags, laid by the pool and enjoyed my last cocktail but the thought of home nagged me in those last minutes. I wanted to be home. I wanted that long, 5+ hour flight over and I wanted my little girl in her bed.
Our flight was delayed by a medical issue (we had one on the flight over too) and we landed just before midnight. It was an all right flight. With age, our daughter has lost the enthusiasm of sleeping on flights so it was a bit trying and the food on the flight, well, everyone knows the food on planes these days... I purchased a number of garbage snacks like potato chips and M&M's before the flight. I know myself well enough that eating plane food isn't an option, although eating such toxic waste in addition to a week's worth of indulgence made my head hurt, both literally and figuratively.
I carried our daughter to the car while my husband grabbed the checked luggage (one, single gigantic piece carried luggage for the three of us -- and just barely made the weight restriction). The air was damp and cool, refreshing after a long flight. It felt good to be home and I could hear my bed, calling out to me.
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