What did we do before Ziploc bags? I have a fuzzy memory of a bag with a fold-over tab, which was crazy inefficient because stuff fell right out. I have a clear memory of scoffing at such a bag while wondering why a Ziploc was not used instead. For some reason, a lot of…
Let me start by saying that I truly, honestly, have no issue with people doing as they like. I believe everyone should be free to love whom they want, look how they want to look. Really, there’s not much that gets me going, so long as they are not telling me how to live my life. To…
“Fuck” sounds like Fük or “Foook” if said by a sixteen year old French exchange student. Last year I exclaimed, “never again,” but I’ve come to realize that no one ever really listens to me, so here we are, one more time committed to scholastic international relations. We have a French exchange student staying with us…
I’m not sure I will ever understand addiction. I get eating M&Ms until you’re sick and you swear you’ll never eat another one again. There have been times in my life when I have promised myself to stop something, make better choices, turn things around. Maybe it’s all the same thing. Maybe I do understand…
I am not feeling well. I’m fighting it and taking my vitamins and getting enough rest, but I think the bastard virus, germ, bug is winning. That being said, it’s past time to put something on the blog, so before I slip into fuzzy head, stuffy, runny nose, cold and then sweaty, here are some…
I have this jacket I bought at J.Crew last winter. It’s sort of a camo green, but it’s tailored and it has a lot of gold snaps. I’ve always thought there were too many snaps. It stops just short of Michael Jackson. It’s not gaudy, but I don’t really wear it. The jacket feels like…
I am wild. Not in that sense, although I can get pretty whirly after some good tequilla. I’m not risky or dangerous wild, it’s more that I prefer wild. I like things, people, animals in their natural place. I’m never inclined to manicure or box stuff up, frame it, or put it under glass. How…
I’m a little “apptastic” lately and with that comes some guilt and self reflection. I realize most people just buy apps for their phone or iPad and enjoy the hell out of themselves. They launch birds at pigs or keep a photo catalogue of their shoes or the contents of their house. There’s no reason…
This picture is the final piece. The laundry room is now in place and my Pinterest Life is all set and ready to go. I have great books and movies, some casual clothes for my every day treks through Paris and Rome, but most of the time I’ll be wearing gowns. Yes, that’s right all…