Over the weekend, James and I sorted through the zipped bag of kids’ clothing we keep on the highest shelf in the closet. It’s the time of year for dewrinkling shorts and sundresses that…
James, who is more often on breakfast duty than I am, has been wanting to invest in a larger toaster since Calder started gumming bread in the morning, which was, notably, not yesterday. These…
We’re in the season of patched up scarecrows and stitched together monsters, and, less spooky, patched throw pillows. I added a new ticking stripe throw pillow to our couch a few weeks ago, which…
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…
I’ll be the first to cop to the strange dopamine hit I get from clearing out a closet or straightening a drawer. Call it joy, call it relief, whatever it is, I feel like…
Faye is very into building forts lately. There’s a fort under my desk most weekday evenings. The ritual of making them is usually the same: Drag the sheepie from the bedroom to the desk,…