this fantastic project caught my eye on a sunday stroll. the dumpster project: an archive of objects from one man’s life, each catalogued with a story. couldn’t be more up my alley. read more…
i get it. it’s just a roll. a white flour roll smothered in butter that’s more than a few steps removed from the farm {i’m being generous here}where it was made. but to me,…
it’s a funny habit: snapping pictures of beautiful things in faraway places and neglecting the spaces right under our noses. i used to be better about it, but lately i’ve gotten out of the…
we took a stroll through the met this weekend and stumbled upon these paintings in the new american wing. i’m sure i don’t have to explain my love for them to all of you. you…
it’s the end of my first workweek at home, and most importantly, the first friday in nine months when i have an entire weekend without work to look forward to. i’m already jonesing for…
on valentine’s day, while i was out, james ventured to our local florist and handpicked the blooms that would go into a sweet bouquet just for me. full stop. now, i don’t mean to…
yesterday, my friend carrie came over to make cookies. we filled the tiny space between these four walls with the smell of so much butter and sugar it was almost stifling. almost. wishing each of…
pizza last night to celebrate a pretty big change around here. a little bit more than a month ago i decided to leave my position on the farm, and saturday was my last day…
these tiny envelopes reminded my mom of last year’s valentine’s project, so she slipped them into a gift for me at christmas. i’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to use them and with…
there is this to know: all walks to the sea are not equal. in one place reaching the sea means scrambling over wooden wharfs and down along craggy rocks, skinning the bottoms of your bare feet…