Nearly all of the door knobs in our apartment are mismatched. Some are lovely and look quite original to the home, if very painted over. Others are clear modern replacements. Three of them are…
I’ll try my best to manage expectations from the get-go: This is not a post about stripping your trim or unearthing your crown moldings or restoring your fluted door frames to their original glory.…
Tip #199: Embrace transparency. When we started our apartment hunt this summer, we were looking for a place with doors to close on rooms large enough to stretch out in. In the (daily) event…
Tip # 198: Choose your own adventure. James and I know from sleeping in slightly unconventional spaces (a storage loft, a living room) but for the first time in six years, we’re sleeping every…
The stone fruits have returned to the farmers’ market, thank goodness. I’m celebrating every scrap of normalcy I’m able to find these days, including sweaty July walks home from the market carrying my weight…
1. this morning sunshine. {on pillows.} 2. these green plants. {on a clean windowsill (clean window TBA).} 3. this newly washed pile. {of freshly puckered gauze.} 4. this work of non-fiction. {and the almost-end…
It’s been two months since my first temperature check. How are you feeling? I needed a reset this week. Monday was a holiday and on Tuesday I took the day to celebrate Faye’s birthday.…
I was too quick to dismiss the ubiquitous kitchen scrap gardens I’ve seen growing. With some amount of sheepishness, I admit that being urged to grow fresh celery from a spent bunch by every…
Time and its passing have become even more strange and amorphous than they are in the best of circumstances. It was only just the middle of winter and somehow we find ourselves nearly to…
1. these food scraps. {an attempt to grow something new.} 2. this list. {an attempt at remembering to eat all the fresh stuff.} 3. this gravel. {an attempt at treasure collecting.} 4. these elastics.…