Going West . . .

I'm in Montana, readers. I don't know if it's the elevation or WHAT, but I'm a woman possessed by all things pine-paneled and festooned with dead animal remnants.

via anna moller

an antler lighting solution, from West Elm, now extinct. but worry not.

Bought at the Museum of the Rockies gift shop along with faux obsidian arrowheads. For all your soap-disguised-as-geodes needs look no further.

Pendleton wool blankets and rugs like these.

. . . Methinks I'm a few bison hides and dream catchers short of a New Age store?

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