After mending what appears to be four decades of moth holes, I had to take a few snaps of me wearing this vintage wool dress. Said garment will now spend every remaining summer of its life locked in the cedar chest.
Friday, January 31, 2014
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Friday, January 24, 2014
One of my grandma's dresses
This built-in cupboard is original to the farmhouse. It amazes me that some of the things that my family continues to use and display were bought when new over a century ago, and have never left the inside of these walls.
A teacup is always better when there's actual tea in it, you know?
Sunday, January 19, 2014
A good breakfast is one where there isn't any hurry to end the meal or change the conversation. Elbows up, a mug to your lips, you watch as morning light shifts from every window in the room until finally settling across the table.
The day isn't daunting; it sprawls.
Friday, January 17, 2014
Sunday, January 12, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Holidays might be over but I'm still operating on holiday time. Staying up late, saying yes to everything. In the country, the day after Christmas has a kind of snowed-in feeling. Roads are quieter than usual. Lamps are lit at all hours.Your hardest question is who would drink coffee, if I made some? When you step outside, it's because you want to be outside. There's no one to call you out on your idleness. What is it that you really have to do?