I have a friend who would rather drink cheap wine, walk through an abandoned house at midnight, and step on a rusty nail (which he did, in high school, but that’s another story) than wear or own anything marked by a monogram. “Well, that’s just downright silly.” You might say. “How will he know which… Continue reading Are Those Your Turkeys?
Dear Pottery Barn, Heeeey, guys. I am just loving the new indigo catalog. I look great in blue and can’t wait to nestle myself in a mound of your textiles piled high on my rustic yet modern yet traditional PB bed. I’ll drown myself in a sea of decorative pillows. CAN’T. WAIT. One thing: where… Continue reading Rugs Woven By Raccoons
I always want my kids. Some days I just don’t want to parent. I don’t want to have the responsibility of making heavy decisions. Sometimes I feel like I can’t possibly be in charge of these small people. ME?? Wasn’t it just yesterday I was trying to figure out which TrapperKeeper to put my Lisa… Continue reading You’re Not Screwing It Up
Woo. This is heavy, so hold on and stay with me. I’ve been working on this post for the past couple of weeks. In that short time, it seems like any helpful speech has ceased. Are we waiting for the next incident, the next victim, whether civilian or officer? Everybody is talking. Talking can be… Continue reading Let’s NOT Talk About Charlotte
I’m almost 34. I’m in the middle of two young boys, a husband, my mom, and two dogs. I read things, hear things, watch commercials that say I’m supposed to have a passion, a life-dream, something that sets my soul on fire and so on. And then I’m supposed to pursue that dream and make… Continue reading No Broken Hearts
Monday I will send my kid off to spend the day in a colorful classroom with warm teachers and friendly children. What a death-trap. This is our first experience with kindergarten. I’m eating a lot of cookies and worrying about the size of his book bag and whether he’ll remember his lunch box. Will he… Continue reading Always Share Your Biscuits
YAWN. Oh, you know. No big deal. We just ate at Chef & the Farmer (www.vivianhoward.com) last night. Chef Vivian Howard. Stellar PBS show A Chef’s Life. GAH. Still swooning over the experience. Did I mention VH’s parents sat next to us? I’m not a “foodie.” I don’t know about food. I just eat it… Continue reading Tom Thumb
Before there was a Charlotte location, I didn’t know anything about IKEA outside of the store’s Swedish roots. Because I lean toward a more traditional aesthetic, I didn’t bother to pay attention to IKEA. Mid-century modern is for people who don’t like to sit in comfortable chairs! Finally, some friends of mine punched me in… Continue reading My Patronus Is An IKEA KALLAX Shelving Unit