Button Down


I know there are far more important things to discuss than clothing, but let’s take a moment to talk about clothing anyway, shall we?

I’m on a button down shirt bender. 
It’s true.
These days, I’m finding myself continually drawn to clean classic lines in my wardrobe.  Tailored shirts tucked neatly into smart, well fitting pants with a pretty belt to draw the two together.
Tall boots.
Woolly socks.
Color.
Simplicity.
And most importantly, a handsome, loyal bird dog by my hip.

Am I the only one?
What are you wearing these days?

An Introduction




Well, we looked and looked for her, for a couple of years.
When we finally found her mum and dad, we paid for her six months in advance, before she was even a gleam in her daddy’s eye.
This weekend we brought her, all her freckles, her chocolate wings and her half milk moustache home to Plume Gables.
She is:
Montana’s Tart and Tiny Plumbelina*

Her friends and family call her Plumbelina, Plum or Tart.
You can too.
Welcome to The Gables, Baby Plum.
You’re the sweetest and tartest little thing Idaho has ever seen!

* Name Entomology
Montana’s – The name of the kennel she hails from up in Kalispell, Montana.
Tart:  As in a tad bit sour and sassy on the palate! Also!  A reference to one of my favorite sorts of pastries AND a reference to our hopes that someday she’ll be Farley’s unruly little wife.
Tiny:  Well, tiny might be an overstatement but she is small (and mighty).
Plumbelina:  We wanted an ultra-feminine name for this little girl.  We know she’s going to hunt hard and since hunting is considered a man’s world, we like the ladies who participate in bird hunting to have ridiculously girly call names.  While we were driving Plum home across the mountains of Idaho, I looked down at her on the truck seat beside me and thought to myself, “She’s such a darling little plum!”  And I realized that Plum would be a sweet name for her.  RW was desperate to call her Thumbelina.  So we spliced the names and wound up with a silly and wonderful compromise.
Plus, you all know how I love my wee plum orchard…the name Plum just seemed like a wonderful way to carry a bit of Idaho with us everywhere we go.

She’s plump.  She’s juicy. She’s sweet.  She’s sun kissed.  She’s winged like a singing sparrow.
There you have it.
She’s a very plum Plum.