Dust On The Mirror, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:48am
Some people like to dress up at home. Susan at Une Femme, and Sue at High Heels in the Wilderness, for example, both do it
Some people like to dress up at home. Susan at Une Femme, and Sue at High Heels in the Wilderness, for example, both do it
Well. Here we are. I would love to hear about your Thanksgiving plans this year. A judgment-free zone, if we might, because I am going
Yesterday we woke up to something blowing through the branches of my young trees. Being well beyond judgment by that point, I could have sworn
I imagine every single person reading this post knows the US’s presidential election is Tuesday. I imagine that almost every single person reading also knows
Today we’ve got the good fortune and privilege of a guest post from my friend, Marchelle. AKA @afroliage on Instagram, she writes from her garden
Somewhere on the blogosphere, in a place I can no longer find, I defined luxury as when the cup of both function and beauty overflows.
This morning my siblings and I will engage in the singular High WASP ritual: “The Final Disposition Of Silver And Jewelry When Your Mother Has
Occasionally someone articulates how you are feeling so well that you give them your voice in thanks. The photo above, and the words below, are
Yes, we’re still in quarantine, and yes, the nation rages around us, but there’s a time for roaring and howling, and a time to sit.
Our air has cleared; our weather is beautiful. I deadheaded my roses a bit this morning, which I like to do intermittently in between writing
That’s my sky this morning. No longer orange (excellent article on the extreme angst of that phenomenon), now toxic (a good article on the facts.
Welcome to the great Candle Community Collaboration. Some may recall I used to do candle burnoffs, but competition doesn’t feel right just now. So. In
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