On Christmas Eve, James and I are boarding a train and heading northward. I am ridiculously excited. My excitement stems 110% from my expectations that the entire experience will be straight out of The Polar…
This year I’m wrapping all of my tiny presents in magazine pages. As you all know, I’m the picture of recycling perfection, so I never have back issues of The New Yorker floating around my tiny…
At long last, a few shots of wintry decorations in our tiny apartment. This year, instead of a tree, I opted for wintery greenery of a more miniature kind: tiny swags, fir clippings in…
This weekend was a grey one. It was one for putting on a thick pair of socks and turning on quiet music and setting to work on a project that eclipses the dreary damp.…
When I was in 4th grade, one of my friends had her birthday party at Wollman rink in Central Park. It was a big deal. Hermès hosted. In celebration of their 10th anniversary in…
Tip #42: An addendum to last week: deck the halls, but keep things simple (also, be kind). Last week was more about decorating the outside of your tiny spot than the inside. I’ll share a…
Christmas cookies sometimes get a bad rap. Sugar cookies of the typical variety can be bland and easily overcooked. Zealots with a tub of frosting and colored sugar can do serious damage to an…
christmas at my parents’ house.…
i know. for some people there’s nothing less appetizing. but for me, egg nog is pure delight. it’s memories of childhood christmases in a frosty glass. yes. woolly tights, velvety dresses, scratchy headbands, and…
this weekend, james and i took a long drive into the country to pick out our very first christmas tree. james was sure to don his best lumberjack coat and matching hat. the hunt…