Humbled by my stumble

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

Her beautiful setting in Trout Lake lit her up when she decided to move there 2 summers ago. Then the winters came along with the large mounds of slow to melt snow. Maneuvering the slick packed ice from the car to the front door and back was a daily act of agility and concern. And then there was the isolation.  When we talked for the first time on Tuesday she had clearly had enough. She was moving to the Big Island. In a few days. I drove to her place Wednesday morning. I should have worn my snow boots.

She said she is 72, but I didn’t believe her. Her spirit was vibrant, her humor easy, her openness charming. She showed me around. You learn a great deal about someone by entering their home. Collections of classic books abounded. Along with a vintage library table and unique bookcase. There was an old smoking cabinet with the original ornate key. A Bolivian painting displayed in a stunning carved wood frame. Old hammered metal pitchers and bowls. A cherry tea cart. Antique tables, chairs and hutches. A hand painted Japanese screen signed by the artist. A custom Black Bear quilt and shams. Imagine a 1930’s pounded metal light fixture from a South Dakota saloon. And then, her mesmerizing collection of rose quartz, mahogany obsidian, and petrified wood. We’re in search of someone who loves working with stained glass because there is an old metal 4 drawer file cabinet filled with glass and tools of the trade.

After inventorying her treasures, we had a truck and two men at her place and everything delivered to The Dwelling Station by 4pm that day. She was now dreaming of Hawaii instead of wondering what to do with her life’s collection of memories. It felt wonderful to be there and help her.

But that’s only part of the story. She had called about 10 days prior and left a message. It was my re-opening weekend. The shop was so alive with people and movement I completely forgot to call her back. When I finally did she was overwhelmed, distressed and frustrated with the ‘dealers’ she sought out to help her. I was willing to do whatever it took to make it right for her. And she was gracious enough to allow me a second chance.

We all deserve a second chance. Thank you dear woman for inviting me over and greeting me with kindness. You are truly delightful. I appreciate your trust in me to find good homes for all those treasures that tell the story of your soul and life travels.

You can view pictures of the latest arrivals at

And, as requested by our clients, we are now  Open FRIDAYS, SATURDAYS and SUNDAYS, 11 – 5. (not open Thursdays)

Happy dwelling,


Overflowing with random acts of kindness

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

It’s Friday night, almost dark and the rain is falling. I’m in The Station playing my ritualistic game of musical furniture. I wonder if the photographs will turn out with the dreary night setting in and no lights on.

Then it happens. A Mosier man makes a quick u-turn in his truck and heads back to The Station. “Hey, did you know it’s raining?” he calls out. Then he points out my car windows are rolled down, but perhaps that’s a good thing he says, noticing the fresh bags of kale piled on the front seat.  Next he asks, “where do you want it?” as he begins lifting furniture while telling me stories.

A fellow Farmers’ Market volunteer steps in with her son and asks if I’d like a hot drink.

Friends come to the rescue and bring a 10 x 10 foot canopy down to create a nice “awning” over the entryway.

The gas station owner drops in and does his usual ribbing, “have you eaten; you have to eat. I’m headed to town. Can I fetch you something?”

The Gorge Grown Mobile Market lady hands me a crisp apple in the parking lot.

An ultra cool Mosier woman offers her super cool gutted Airstream to help create space for the ever increasing home furnishings being brought in.

A local dynamo couple help with my website, take my ’emergency’ calls, and will only accept a bottle of wine and chocolate, reluctantly.

The owner of Survival Gardens drops off my fresh veggie order and offers samples of his freshly dehydrated pears.

This is life in the Gorge.

This is the stuff that matters.

Tonight I wondered if I could find the energy to update the website with your new consignments, and post pictures and write you a note.

I didn’t have anything clever to say. I just wanted to be quiet. So I sat. And I remembered all these lovely encounters. And now I feel happy and grateful and my work is done.

Maybe I’ll see you ’round The Dwelling Station this weekend.

Happy dwelling,


Heart space

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

You deserve to have your heart soar every time you walk through your own front door!

I believe everything in our environment … color, texture, lighting, nature, animals, people, scents, art, the materials used in furniture, and spatial flow create an energy that deeply affects our senses and well being.

How do you feel when you witness these two photos?



Does one invoke stress and the other peace?

Oh you’re one of those.

Professing the Picasso syndrome.

The artist. Creative genius.

Thrives on chaos.

Many are brilliant.

Most go mad.

Don’t go mad.

Be happy.

Let your heart sing.

Embrace your space.

Let your space embrace you.

New Winter Hours: Open FRIDAYS, SATURDAYS and SUNDAYS 11 – 5.  Starting now.

The latest arrivals are SPECTACULAR and can be viewed at Carry over home goods from 2012 are super gently priced. And we have fresh Ten Speed Coffee from Hood River.

Happy Dwelling,


The January Revival

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

When’s the last time you visited a HOLE IN THE WALL?

If you dropped in The Dwelling Station anytime in 2012 you indeed have this distinguished honor.

There are no jukeboxes or neon lights. Heck, there aren’t any lights at all. Well, that’s not entirely true. I have a battery operated string of white LED lights on a potted pine tree. And a jump n’ carry battery juices a table lamp. Music streams through a jaw box and iPod. Candles create atmosphere. A vintage camp stove keeps coconut milk chai steaming hot.

Yes. Coconut milk chai. And Ten Speed coffee. Because it’s cold outside, and Ten Speed Mosier is closed, and it’s important to spread the love.


I wasn’t kidding. Certifiable Hole in The Wall.


Made anew with Rebuilt it Center materials, local craftsmen and a Mosier girl. Then filled with your beautiful furniture and art.

New Winter Hours: Open FRIDAYS, SATURDAYS and SUNDAYS, 11 – 5.  Starting now.

Pictures of all the new 2013 arrivals can be viewed at And carry over home goods from 2012 are super gently priced.

And come join us for coffee. (brewed at Ten Speed HR)

Happy Dwelling,


love your space, let your space love you

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

You deserve to love your space.

There is no need to settle.

Live with WHO you love and WHAT you love.

Okay, maybe you wouldn’t dream of trading in your well weathered mate.Many do get better with time after all.

But a little change of scenery around the house can be quite refreshing.And sourcing gently loved home furnishings at The Dwelling Station is often more of an exchange than an expense.

Take Marge. She spots a colorful painted Mexican bookcase at Mosier’s consignment store.  When she brings the truck to pick it up, she unloads her nice old bookcase and some bar stools to sell. The release of the “old” pays for the “new”.  And she has a fresh look.

And Lynda. She consigns a pair of French Salon Chairs.  They sell for $300.  She was surprised. So she purchases a fabulous leather chair she otherwise wouldn’t have spent the money on.

Friends Peter and Jill. They bring in an assortment of small items and receive enough in consignment checks to purchase a pair of very special barn wood Adirondacks they spotted while just dropping by one day.

For up to date pictures of what’s rolled in, click on “find cool stuff” at 

Open Weekends, SATURDAY AND SUNDAY 10 – 4.

Whether you live with your own splendid self, a mate, a friend, a big family, your cat or neighborhood bats, I hope your home wraps it’s arms around you.

Happy Dwelling,


Newsletter, October 12, 2012

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

Mosier’s once upon a time vibrant gas station became this.


A storage pit.

Neglected for 6 years.





I gasped.

Then …

I cleaned.

Donated stuff.

Sold things.

Organized what was left.

Kept a few treasures.

Got inspired.

And started a home furnishings consignment store.


Love your space.

Let your space love you. 

Open weekends. Saturday and Sunday 10am – 4pm.

Happy dwelling,


Newsletter, September 28, 2012

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

Do what you LOVE and the MAGIC will follow.  ~ Christina LaFever

In May when I launched The Dwelling Station I imagined a once a month weekend ‘Event’ throughout the summer.  I thought it would take 30 days to ‘reload’ the store with fresh consignment furnishings brought in by gorge locals.

Well, what do I know?

It’s now September. Which has 5 weekends. And we’ve been open every one of them. It turns out repurposing Mosier’s Beloved Little Old Gas Station into a hub for sourcing gently loved, gently priced furniture and decorating accessories is good for the hood. You don’t have to drive to Portland. You don’t have to wait for the retail stores to have a sale. You don’t have to search all the on line ads, hit all the garage and estate sales and drive all over the place!

And, you don’t have to live with clutter and things you don’t love. You can consign it, let it find a happy new home, and get paid for it.

That’s what over 75 gorge locals have done. Which is why our selection is so spectacular and unusual. And why customers keep coming back to see what on earth has showed up this week!

I’ll tell you what showed up. Today. A 25 foot trailer. AFTER The Station was already completely filled and staged for Saturdays opening. So I told that crazy fella I would take his beautiful furniture and he could leave his nice big trailer on the property to show it! In true Mosier style, he agreed.

The Dwelling Station is OPEN:

September 29/30, Saturday and Sunday, 9am – 3pm

October 12, 13 and 14th, 10am – 4pm

(PLEASE call me any day of the week to bring in consignment furnishings rather than wait for opening weekend

 … Unless you’re leaving your spiffy big trailer of course)

If you click on this link, you will see some of what Gorge Localites have brought in on consignment,

Newsletter, September 21, 2012

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

Do you ever start moving the furniture around and it gets way worse before it gets better?!

Every week I watch what appears to be a cacophony of consignment furnishings come in the door and wonder, “how in the world will I create an inviting, beautiful and balanced space from this eclectic mix of stuff?

And then, rather serendipitously, someone walks in with …

… the perfect Ralph Lauren cream linen pillows that brighten up the brown distressed leather chair.

… a Pottery Barn rug in shades of taupe, teal and amber upon which the pair of contemporary wingback chairs covered in knobby taupe fabric can rest.

… a sweet wicker bench with a paisley upholstered seat that fits nicely with the off white shabby chic vintage bed.

… a side table with a tree limb base and copper top to sit next to the comfy log cabin chair.

… the lovely wool and silk throw that drapes beautifully over the antique rosewood entry bench.

I Invite you to play around. In your own house. See what works. And what doesn’t. You might discover a fresh new look with what you have.

And you might realize you really no longer care for that farm cabinet with the painted cows on it. I encourage you to bring it in. I have yet to find a place to put the 3 foot long wood pig with the curled metal tail.

look who got adopted! miss piggy, the dwelling station mascot, went home with these two lovely ladies. i think she’s in good hands.

Newsletter, September 14, 2012

Hello Friends and Gorge Neighbors,

I often wonder, where DO YOU get this stuff?

First there were the curved pair of pigskin leather chairs from Baja. They were brought in by a yoga teacher and purchased by a bee keeper. He was so happy he left two quarts of honey.

Then, the four wood hand crafted dining room chairs with Thunderbird backs. They were brought in by a lovely lady from Denver who flew to the gorge to hose down the roof of her White Salmon house during the recent fires. And today two Portland women who just purchased a Mosier getaway home put them in their car and drove off giggling.

Oh, and the gent who picked up the custom farm table built by a local craftsman from salvaged fir and said it was the first real piece of furniture he ever purchased. Congratulations Sir!

Once in awhile, I do get an inkling of my own. I was mesmerized by the Edward Curtis print of “The Rush Gatherer” and had to bring her home. She stares at me every morning, reminding me of my Cherokee roots, strength and resilience.

“The Rush Gatherer” by Edward Curtis, an intimate personal find from the dwelling station.