If you’ve ever visited my home, you’ll notice a pretty stark aversion to color in… pretty much every room. It’s not that I can’t appreciate a great hue (obviously), it’s just that white is so… calming. And peaceful. And clean. All of the things I long for my home to be (even though, in the
I’ve used up all of my words lately in my inbox, because January produced quite a flurry of emails. (Slow down, productive people! I can’t keep up!) And then it produced a snow storm in my actual town. And then in my inbox and again in my town and now I’m trying to shovel but
If I had my way, every piece of furniture would serve two, three – no, fifteen – purposes. It only seems fair, right? On a good day, we’re answering no less than 1,413 rapid fire questions in our heads (admittedly most of them self-imposed, let’s be honest) ranging from ‘Where did I put my keys”
There was this old man that used to come in to the coffee shop where I often write, plopping himself on a big red sofa and spending hours sifting through wrinkled books and weathered photographs, magnifying glass in hand. Every now and then, he would look up and breathe in a deep, satisfied sigh, as
Last week, during our entire-week-of-snow-days, I did what any snowbound, stir-crazy lady would do: I attempted to purge the entire house of excess in one fell swoop. It didn’t work out as planned, largely due to my own laziness and also in part due to minor protests from the other co-habitants of our home. As
Well. It snowed like mad last week, making it increasingly difficult to squeeze productivity out of my being. Temps hovered around -14 for a few days and the whole town shut down. When it snows to such a degree, I often feel like God is giving me a white blanket to cover up with, handing
It takes me an inordinate amount of time to make resolutions, mostly because I make resolutions every.single.day so they’re kind of all used up when January 1st rolls around. I’m a natural-born goal-setter, dream-keeper, think-abouter, and I take pride in starting over near-daily, hitting the reset button on my life like a lamp that needs
I’m winding down my work schedule for the year, and amidst a flurry of last-minute deadlines and scheduled projects, a reminder arose from the very unlikely place of an at-home photo shoot: