3am brain dumps on a darkened computer screen. Liters of iced coffee from my favorite local spot. Sweet potatoes and kale. Trying to stay quiet, always trying to stay quiet – don’t wake the baby! – tiptoeing to the bathroom to blow my nose (quietly). Sinus infection, Wild Kratts on the couch for the entirety
Helped my sweet friend Carly design her spring collection of ethical goods, and the flutters were plenty. It’s gonna be a good good season. // The Taj Mahal, man. More to come; cannot compute. // Jaipur was lovely, but the people were lovelier. Missing two of our new besties today, Jyoti and Raj, the latter
The most magical scene: billows of textiles blowing in the warm Indian breeze while hard-working hands finished their ethical fashion production. // Learning to indigo dye from the pros! // The food. The food, the food, the food. Good gracious, I simply cannot come home, can I? // Visiting a weaver workshop in Panipat for
A dance party in the rain brought out the sweetest little tendrils. // Speaking of tendrils, the infamous school bus incident. “I zoomed it, Dad.” #StillLaughing // A peacock from Bee to me, with a bit of help from her Chinese teacher. I’m not a sentimental gal, but this one’s going in the archives. //
Bee’s crafting chaos, always. // Spoils from Ken’s weekly chore as the officially unofficial Yard Tender. I’m working on this, but I swear, I will never remember to mow the lawn until the grass is at least knee high. #SorryNeighbors // Dinner party and book pre-launch remnants on the tip-top shelf. // Bee’s favorite birthday
Adoption paperwork gets its own shelf. // George gets a haircut. Bernie, not pictured, feeling shorn scorn. // Ken gets a bandaged knee after a large golden doodle runs broadside into his ACL. (Wishing I could’ve seen that, too.) The aftermath swelling and purple topography not stopping him from measuring the deck for a guest-house-slash-cigar-room-slash-how-many-man-rooms-doest-thou-need?
So, surprise! The site’s wearing new clothes, and although I know most of you view this through a feed reader like Feedly or Bloglovin‘ or perhaps an email subscription (each option is still available!), I thought I’d take a second to share with you the impetus for this re-design. The term “lifestyle blogger” has always
I used to tell people I hated traveling, and I think I meant that I loved it, because sometimes we feel so strongly about something that it can only be described in extremes and sometimes I misplace my extreme. (I frequently tell everyone I know how much I hate cake and I have no idea