1. these pencils. {because there’s nothing like a fresh start. 2. these bags. {for (also) covering the phone jack.} 3. these many glasses of iced tea. {for helping me push through the afternoon slump.}…
I spend a lot of time thinking about how to harness the incredible solar energy that shimmers off of the old silvery roof outside our kitchen window. If I had my druthers there’d be…
When I decided to recover our couch in engineer stripe denim, I did not list among my reasons its ability to withstand human excrement, but here we are. In this little loveseat’s first 12…
1. this watering can. {a gift, and the best new addition to the window ledge.} 2. this new-to-us dresser. {we’re figuring out if it works in our space and marveling at the built-in drawer…
Our landlord came by yesterday with his van full of hand planes and chisels and other things he figured we might need in order to hang the antique door I came into last week.…
In old house stewardship and making slow progress, sometimes it really just feels like I’m waiting for the stars to align. And then sometimes they do. I was struck by a bit of restlessness…
Last spring, when the weather warmed but the virus still raged out of control and playgrounds and parks were closed, I dreamed of a folding lawn chair. We still lived in our old apartment,…
All week long I’ve been chasing the feeling I had making pesto in my kitchen on Saturday afternoon. My big kids were playing outside with the neighbors and so the apartment was quiet and…
What I’m after here is admittedly niche and of small consequence in the grand scheme of things but then so are lots of things that wiggle under my skin and stay there. I am…
Here’s a specific post with an evergreen takeaway: find the solution that works for you and your space. In our old apartment, we kept our shoes wrangled in a basket and a crate that…