In Brooklyn, a stoop is not just a noun, but also a verb. To “stoop” something is colloquially understood to mean the act of setting something out on a stoop, or sidewalk, with the…
1. fresh soil. {for hopefully making this fern a little happier.} 2. this bag of rugs. {sent off via my neighborhood buy nothing group. (and now i’m hooked.)} 3. these dresses for faye to…
For the past three years, I’ve resisted buying new t-shirts. I love t-shirts. In fact, there’s not really a clothing item that I love more than a classic cotton t-shirt. I like the comfort…
A bit of whimsy never hurt anyone. The only detail of Faye’s birthday party that she really seemed to care about was the execution of a Fairy March, fairies (friends) marching behind their queen…
It’s one thing to plan for simplicity, it’s another to achieve it. Kind of. I’m increasingly convinced that while there are things beyond my —or anyone’s—control, that there’s something to be said for adapting…
1. these bubbles. {because in the season of non-negotiable nightly baths, these bubbles have been serious mood savers.} 2. these cupcakes. {and the twenty little rosebuds james made for pre-k snack today.} 3. these…
At the time of writing my fingernails are yellowed from the turmeric I used to dye cotton ribbons for my very-nearly-five-year-old’s birthday party. If it sounds like the stuff of an over-achieving do-gooder on…
We’ve officially entered the season when I try to spend as many hours as humanly possible in the great outdoors. And since I live in a city, that means lingering on the streets, the…
Things have gotten a little rough and wild in this windowsill garden. The sprouts have gotten taller (and floppier). And we’ve had more confirmed casualties. RIP purple basil. There are still two last intrepid…
1. these peonies. {for still sitting pretty.} 2. this little support stick. {for three sets of leaves and counting.} 3. these wedding duds. {for the very cutest flower kids to be.} 4. these alphabet…