I bought a house! There’s no better way to celebrate than to select some tapestries to annoy delight my dear friend Claire, who has put me up for all this time.
I caught up on Girls, and now I want a tea set.
The beer bottle is wet. I wipe the condensation on my skirt, then take a drink. The bottle shakes in my hand. I put it down, and then read over the small, crinkled paper again.
When I was growing up, my grandmother lived in a four-story farm house.
A cold breeze, then, goose bumps. I wait for the beep beep beep of the timer to go off before asking Donna Moore, the Museum School Director, if she has her space heater.
I’m tired of playing hipster Mad Libs when it comes to trendy cafes, but I appreciate that this one lived up to it’s name.
I swung by The Flying Burrito to grab a quick guac.
I’m still closing on my house, but I wanted to share one or two pics I snapped today.
There are two types of mid-day breaks I welcome. Chips and guac breaks, and foofy art gallery breaks. This post is about the latter.
There’s two things I love more than anything: my pixie hair, and vintage.