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…
It’s spring break here in New York. Childcare is in short supply, the need for low-stakes projects to keep kids occupied is high, the springtime impulse to clean out and start fresh and pay…
1. these pockets. {and filling them.} 2. this oatmeal. {and the extra big bowlful.} 3. these well-loved gardening supplies. {and eager planters very ready for spring.} 4. this card game. {and one late night…
There’s an old phone jack for a landline telephone on the wall of our dining room. It’s a few inches from the doorframe that goes into our kitchen and I have every confidence that…
In a very vintage bathroom, my motto is to leave well enough alone. If you’ve ever looked for a rental apartment in an old building you’ll know this is not everyone’s motto. Partially renovated…
We have a wall-to-wall painted canvas floorcloth in our dining slash living room. I painted it myself last fall and while I’d love to take credit for the idea, painted canvas floorcloths predate me…
I have purchased a kitchen trash can. It’s a 4-gallon can that may or may not be considered the proper size for a family of five, but it’s clocking in at about 4 times…
1. this new-to-us console. {for showing up at just the right time.} 2. this brand-new magazine (that’s seeking supporters). {for being a delight in so many ways. } 3. these sparkling crystals. {because, priorities.}…
1. these clam shells. {the sweetest birthday treasures.} 2. this bunch of yarrow. {in all the best colors.} 3. this popcorn. {the perfect snack.} 4. this pink cup. {because the number of broken cups…
Yesterday was my thirty-sixth birthday, which was the perfect time to daydream about a quiet evening spent fancy-free in a city garden. The soundtrack would be all spinning sprinklers and clinking flatware and laughter…