• my week in objects (mostly).

    five little things that made my week. 1. these furry animals. {because here’s to a little makeshift “decorating.”} 2. this tiny harmonica.  {because faye is totally obsessed.} 3.  this rug.{because it came just before the holidays and…

    January 8, 2016 8 Comments
  • zero-waste resolutions for a new year.

    We’re not a totally zero-waste household—something to strive for!—, but James and I have adopted a number of habits that have us reducing the amount of waste that we produce and this year we’re striving…

    January 6, 2016 106 Comments
  • decluttering resolutions for a new year.

    In a tiny apartment or otherwise, let’s all agree that the excess of the holiday season followed by the promise of a new year creates perhaps the perfect incentive for paring down, reevaluating our…

    January 5, 2016 48 Comments
  • new year, new you.

    I’m an admitted resolution junkie. On New Years Eve, I filled up three pages in a tiny journal with ideas for self-improvement and goal-getting that run the gamut from utterly attainable to Pollyanna dream-girl bonkers.…

    January 4, 2016 9 Comments
  • woody guthrie resolutions

    stay glad.

    Woody Guthrie’s list of resolutions from 1942. Here’s to hoping, nearly three-quarters of a century later.Wrote a list my own self; hope you guys do too.Happiest New Year, friends.Found on Open Culture. …

    January 1, 2016 10 Comments
  • my year in objects (mostly).

    twelve little things that made my year.  1. chickadees in january.  2. board butter in february. 3. a new-to-us table brought home in march.  4. a cot for a couch in april. 5. lilacs in may. 6. a…

    December 31, 2015 16 Comments
  • out and about: table on ten.

    Last night, Faye’s snoring reached near comic levels. There were great blustering intakes of breath followed by high pitched whistles that sounded like a sound effect borrowed from a Disney cartoon and not something that…

    December 30, 2015 8 Comments
  • make-believe: ’twas the night before…

    As a child on Christmas Eve, I’d lie awake, in keeping with the cliché, waiting to see if I’d catch a glimpse of Santa Claus and his reindeer dashing across the night sky. I’d…

    December 23, 2015 3 Comments
  • cedar wreath

    solstice poem.

    iA tree hulks in the living-room, prickly monster, our hostagefrom the wilderness, preludeto light in this dark space of the yearwhich turns again toward the suntoday, or at least we hope so.Outside, a dead…

    December 22, 2015 1 Comments