“There’s no trash associated with shopping at Tare Market,” co-owner Amber Haukedahl says.
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Sadie Miller uses a lot of paperclips. She works on the board of directors for the nonprofit St. Louis Park Emergency Program (STEP) and keeps her paperclips in a small glazed bowl on her desk.
Winter officially ends with the vernal equinox, which will be exactly half day and half night. Welcome the long-awaited spring—and longer days—by making March 20 a day of halves and visit Half Price Books on Excelsior Boulevard.
While patio season may well be another month or two away, now is the time to consider placing an outdoor furniture order with Woody’s Furniture.
The St. Louis Park home furnishings store Ciel Loft & Home has a new location, just across the street featuring its “urban farmhouse,” “modern industrial,” and “sophisticated rustic” vibe.
During the holidays home is truly where the heart is, and few things are sweeter than sipping cider and cocoa by the fire during a Minnesota snowfall.
After two years of successful fundraising for the Benilde-St. Margaret’s football team, the Shirt program will donate 100 percent of this year’s proceeds to the Randy Shaver Cancer Research and Community Fund and the Tackle Cancer program.
Say hello to St. Louis Park High’s class of 1940, on the occasion of a class reunion in the summer of 1954. They’re at Jenning’s Café, one of the hot spots on Excelsior Boulevard during the heyday of its bars and gas stations era.
New Year’s resolutions, as well-intended as they are, often come with a shelf life. Days, weeks, maybe even months if we’re lucky. But for local fashion designer Daphne Orlando, a resolution to stop buying conventional cotton didn’t just stick; it sparked a new way of life.
Change is inevitable. Styles, technology and even language evolve as time goes on, but Greg Rich found one thing that hasn’t: the furniture-selling industry. So he took it upon himself to change the way we buy.
From the moment I walked into the Alvarado house, I felt welcomed. The smell of percolating coffee on the counter, pictures of smiling faces covering the walls—I felt like I was walking into an old friend’s house, not someone I hadn’t yet met.