Ed Emberley on loan from the library; thumbprint hedgehogs, caterpillars, fish. // Arnold Loechner Mouse, the field mouse Ken trapped in the garage who was accidentally domesticated after a satisfying meal of shredded carrots. (He’s since been set “free” in the woods, was last seen frolicing through Bee and Ken’s legs in a shimmering patch
Cardboard box rockets. // When your mother-in-law visits and helps with the laundry while secretly questioning whether or not the newborn is offered enough visual stimulation – boom – you get an impromptu baby mobile in the dining room. // My new byline for Hello, Dearest friends. // A tiger mask attempt for Halloween turns
‘A wooden doll gone headless, a fork and a slew of dominoes walk into the bar…’ In other words, Bee has learned the art of “cleaning up.” // This man takin’ the night shift, over and over, without complaints. #MarriedUp // The current state of my nightstand, and my friend Shannan’s book that’s been working
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?