• Simple Goodness 2.0

    Hello again guys! You may have noticed a bit of an absence for a while there. We went on a bit of a hiatus over the summer, so thanks for sticking with us and jumping back on board. It’s been a season of immense change and we’re excited to share some of it with you now. You may have also noticed we’re looking pretty snazzy these days with a new layout and a new URL www.simplegoodnessblog.com. This snazziness is just a hint of what’s ahead for us and we’re both very excited to be moving Simple Goodness forward and reconnecting with you, our readers and friends. Last Winter and Spring,…

  • Lake Chelan Winterfest, a 2nd Annual Adventure

    A few weekends ago we headed off to the better half of the state for a last hurrah. I was about to begin my first week back at work and Mr. Kelly has worked almost 3 weeks straight so we both needed to unwind. Lake Chelan, our happy place, was the perfect destination and the timing worked out perfectly to hit up the Lake Chelan Winterfest again, making the trip our “second annual.” Last year’s trip was our first time seeing the lake in wintertime and it made for the perfect retreat. The ice dripped from lichen on the tree trunks of my uncle’s property, making for some beautiful practice photography…

  • Winter Wine Tasting: a girl’s weekend guide

    If there is one thing my sister and I really love (besides baby goats, fresh chicken eggs, our dogs and our hubbies of course) it is a good girl’s weekend. Creating and keeping close female friendships is one of the biggest accomplishments of my young adulthood and I have found our nights of laughter, shenanigans, and TMI birthing story sessions (yup, no kidding) to be incredibly rewarding! When checking out the Chelan Winterfest this weekend I couldn’t stop thinking about how fun it would have been to have all of my girls there with me, dancing, wine tasting and making friends with the locals. We’ve had 4 of our bachelorette…

  • Day trip: Lake Chelan in Winter

    About this time during a Washington winter, I begin to crave escape. The feeling is visceral, like I will begin to peel out of my skin if I must endure one more fog filled day of dreary Northwest winter. I start to plan spring vacation escapes and my pinterest board turns more and more tropical (this year I am thinking Palm Springs: vintage bikinis, old men in fedoras, Joshua Tree, poolside margaritas.) I betray my native city by beginning to long for any glimpse of wide open blue sky. This is in stark contrast to my feelings at the end of the summer, when I crave with equal strength the…