About Sunnyslope Filling Station

Some of my earliest memories are of car shows, rod runs, and oldies music drifting through the speakers — The Beach Boys, The Turtles, Jan & Dean — the soundtrack of my childhood. ​I grew up in western Kansas oilfields, tagging along with my dad while he worked for Texaco — my Strawberry Shortcake metal lunchbox in hand, headed to the river bottoms and back pastures where he strapped oil tanks. His CB handle was “Seymour,” and mine was “Lil Squirt.” My dad collected porcelain oil signs, Texaco memorabilia, and vintage gas pumps — not as décor, but as history. That appreciation for bold enamel, weathered metal, and authentic Americana was woven into me early.​  

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On my mom’s side, my grandpa Friesen owned a farm south of Meade called Sunnyslope Farm — the namesake I’ve carried into every business venture I’ve created. Sunnyslope has always represented heritage, hard work, and building something lasting.​ He passed away over 10 years ago, but I'm sure he still wants royalties!

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​I’m not sure when I first fell in love with diners, but I’ve always been drawn to black-and-white checkered floors, neon lights, and the hum of a jukebox. I wore a poodle skirt and saddle shoes for Halloween more times than I can count — maybe it’s just the era I was meant for. In the early 2000s, we road-tripped to California using a brand-new TomTom to hunt down diners along the way — even detouring onto Route 66 to find a few. I just love the diner vibe — the glow, the nostalgia, the way it makes time slow down.

For years, I dreamed of owning a vintage Texaco station and turning it into a diner — merging chrome stools and neon lights with oil cans and enamel signs. A place where both sides of my story could live together. But as someone who works full-time in accounting — and who has done the books for restaurants — I know firsthand how demanding that industry can be. So instead of opening the doors to a physical station, I opened this one. Sunnyslope Station is where I share the pieces I’d use in my own build — the authentic finds, quality reproductions, and thoughtful design ideas that bring nostalgic spaces to life.​ This is a curated studio rooted in personal history. A place where classic roadside Americana meets modern backyards and garages.  And now, I’m inviting you along as I begin transforming spaces on my own property in Grove, Oklahoma — slowly building the dream, one thoughtful piece at a time.​

Fueling nostalgic spaces,

Kacie​​