Welcome to Colorado Homestead-ish!

Hi, I'm Sarah—a recovering city girl.

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I was born in the city, grew up in the city and loved the city. Cereal was my meal of choice three times a day, I kept Clorox wipes within arm’s reach at all times, was addicted to Target, and dry heaved any time I had to touch raw meat.  

 

When my husband and I were first married, he thought it was hilarious to chase me around the house with raw bacon, just to watch me gag. I couldn't make hamburger patties without putting my hands inside zip-lock baggies like some kind of DIY biohazard suit. Embarrassing, I know.

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Fast forward 25 years:

I’ve ditched the cereal, traded Clorox wipes for vinegar, boycotted Target, and can now cut and trim 15 pounds of raw chicken with my bare hands and pack it into jars for pressure canning without even flinching. (Trust me, that last one is a really BIG deal.)

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If past me could see present me, she’d probably pass out.

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These days, my family and I are living in rural Colorado and figuring out how to live a little more self-sufficiently. Do we have any idea what we're doing? Nope. Will it be messy, chaotic, and full of mistakes? For sure.

 

It's not going to be perfect, and that's okay.

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I'm glad you're here!

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WELCOME to Homestead-ish.

 

It’s all about the -ish.