It already feels like full-on summer around here, but the roses remind us of the month it is. Across the street an elderly neighbor has been tending to her immodest beauties. I’ve yet to…
1. this kid. {eight years old.} 2. this rose. {for blooming right on time.} 3. this sewing machine. {and deciding to let her go and hunt for another}. 4. these totes. {lined up just…
Faye turns eight today. In fact, I’m writing these words at the very minute of the morning that I first held her tiny, bird-like body in my arms at St. Luke’s hospital. That minute…
1. these peonies. {in all their desiccated glory.} 2. this little lampshade. {made from some vintage quilt scraps.} 3. this new dress (a gift!). {and the weather to wear it in.} 4. this rose-made…
Is there such a thing as Covid cravings? As my sense of smell has all but disappeared and my sense of taste seems to grow fainter by the moment, I’m craving bright green salads…
1. this (very) little note. {and the kid who wrote it.} 2. these madeleines-to-be. {and james’s mid-day baking habits.} 3. this week’s stoop find. {perfect for a rainy day.} 4. this “french” wall. {and…
This post is sponsored by Conscia, a sustainable line of hair care products that are waterless, soap-free, gluten-free, vegan and responsibly packaged. Solid shampoos and conditioners aren’t exactly new. Anyone who’s been loitering around…
Last night the kids went to bed early. Relatedly, they were sweaty haired and grubby toed and baths are overrated. James and I made a valiant effort to take advantage of our exhausted children…
We’ve been composting our kitchen scraps since we moved to New York City more than ten years ago. What exactly that’s looked like has shifted over the course of the years and been dependent…
Just a few non-essentials for a carefree walk under the cherry blossoms. Maybe there would even be an extra hour to do a little plein air painting beneath the dancing branches. In make-believe there’s…