Home. Life. Work. Ease.
Like many of you, I’ve been feeling pretty shaken up in the aftermath of the presidential election. And like many of you, I’ve taken a bit of time to tunnel inward. I’ve been taking a break from posting—not just here, but all the socials. And I’ve also been taking a break from reading, particularly the news and Facebook, which seem to raise my stress and anxiety levels like nothing else.
After working at home for more than two years, I’ve got some experience under my belt when it comes to working and living in the same place. Rule number 1: The recliner in the living room is not going to cut it. My husband and I are lucky enough to have a beautiful 4-bedroom to ourselves (well, and the cats). So we each have our own dedicated office, which is
I’m introducing a new blog series today! It’s called Remember this. It’s thoughts, quotes and inspiration that I want to remember—and you might, too. I’m about to tell you how the idea for this new series came about. If that sounds boring, go ahead and skip this section and read the nice poem below the picture. Or stick with me, and we’ll talk about crazy details of my life no
Macaroni and cheese! I feel like I could just stop talking and show you the recipe, and we’d be right as rain. Do you *actually* need to hear more words from me on this? If this is you, just scroll down. In case you do, I’ll give you a teeny bit of backstory. My dear cousin Kate loves macaroni and cheese. In fact, she’s an extraordinary cook by trade, and
OMG! As of this month, I’ve been working for myself for TWO WHOLE YEARS. (Queue all the cliche things coming out of my mouth: where did the time go? I can’t believe it! It doesn’t feel like that long! etc. etc.) The last two years have also, incidentally, been two of the most tumultuous years of my life. I’ve weathered the passing of family members, worried over loved ones in
Life gets crazy. We all know that, don’t we? I’ve been weathering some particularly angst-y tempests in my life lately (I mean, who hasn’t, right?) and last weekend, just finally slowed down enough to clean my house. For two uninterrupted hours. Headphones on. Single focus. Easy, breezy bliss. First off, that was amazing. And secondly, I made a discovery. Picking up the clothes strewn haphazardly about my closet, my eyes
This post is part of a series called What’s for Dinner?, in which I invite my favorite bloggers, business owners, and other fabulous personalities to share with you their own go-to recipes: the favorite meals, snacks, drinks they make over and over again. You’ll get to meet some of my friends, and we’ll all get some new (fantastic) recipes to try! This time I’ve asked my cousins, Sarah and Kou
Solstice was yesterday. The longest day of the year. Summer is my favorite season. Partly because my hands and feet are always cold, and it’s such a delight to just go outside and let the balmy air warm me up like a blanket. It’s also the palpable feeling of vibrancy and life in the air. It hits as soon as I wake up in the morning, and this energy feeds
Tips and tricks for growing them, displaying them and keeping them fresh for longer I am madly in love with peonies, and will be until the day I die. Our love affair really gets good in late May/early June, when the bushes in my backyard burst in pink glory, opening petal after petal after delicate, stunning promise of summer beauty. Wherever these beauties are destined to go, they are prepared
Thrift shopping has a different flavor than traditional retail shopping. For starters, you don’t always know what you’re going to get. I didn’t know walking into the thrift shop last weekend, that I’d walk out with two soup cups, a tiny gold-etched bowl and one of the loveliest decorative trays I’ve ever seen in the entirety of my life. It’s this not knowing what you’ll find that turns a lot
