Last week I gave away my jammed up sewing machine. It unceremoniously ground to a halt a few months ago and though I took it apart and put it back together again three times…
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…
Five years since receiving and test-driving a bunch of new bed sheets , we find ourselves with a glut of ripped sheets. It started as a slow wear, a kind of general softening and…
Some of you might recall that we have a very pink, very vintage bathroom that we mostly have left well enough alone. Earlier this year though, I made one small change that’s made a…
For me and my humble wardrobe, it’s been a summer of alterations. This is really just a fancy way of saying that in the last few months I’ve made two pairs of cut-offs and…
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…
There’s something to be said for the ritual and romance of an evening cocktail. In a year that’s been so terribly monotonous, to say nothing of impossible, I think it’s nice to home in…
1. this honeydew. {especially that color.} 2. this crib. {and our very nearly six-month-old for still sleeping in it.} 3. this hummus. {because sometimes lunch means standing in the kitchen, staring into space, scooping…
When I was ten I shaved my legs for the first time. In defiance of the arbitrary mandate from my mother that I was not to do so until the eighth grade, I borrowed…
1. steam and plenty of germs in january. 2. projects and planning in february. 3. much-needed cake in march. 4. violets in april. 5. a fifth birthday in may (plus hand kites). 6. a…