There was a moment, a while ago, when several things conflated into an impossibly good idea. I was saying something to Sam about how he could never understand what I was talking about (who knows exactly what it was that we were talking about) because he was an east coaster and I’m a west coaster (never …
When my sisters and I were little, we lived in a neighborhood made of cul-de-sacs, making it the perfect place for gaggles of children to roam around, always within sight of someone’s house, even if it wasn’t their own. We were given few rules: we had to stick together, and when the street lights came …
I didn’t really “live” in my last apartment the way I “live” in this one. It was completely unintentional. I moved in envisioning settling in, nesting, making it feel like a home. Then life got in the way in huge and all-encompassing ways and “nesting” took a backseat for a while. Now, though, even as …
I’m looking for something to recover the seats on our dining room chairs, and I love this South American fabric. It only makes it better that the name of the seller’s etsy shop is sweetllamasupplies. She’s a student living in Argentina, shipping the fabric from Buenos Aires. These patterns are Peruvian, but there are others …
For our two year anniversary earlier this month, Sam gave me this moon necklace, which shows the phase of the moon on the night of our first date, as seen from New York City. It’s engraved with the date on the back. Apparently it was waxing gibbous that night. Don’t you love the names of …
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