I’m the happy steward of vintage linens handed down through my mother that belonged to my beloved grandmothers, and a part of me is freaking out a little at disturbing them in the slightest. But the more pragmatic part of me knows that as long as they’re just
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The story of Sweetgrass Springs had some of its roots in a discovery I made on a trip through Blanco, Texas. Blanco is in the Hill Country, just like the imaginary town of Sweetgrass Springs, but what grabbed my imagination was the notion of a decommissioned courthouse,
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