putter

How has your weekend been? My living room is flooded with sunshine, making this couch even more of an anchor. I’m simply lapping it up. It’s been a weekend of puttering and making.… Continue reading

weekending

This was the first thing I saw this morning, en route to the kettle (Apart from the cat, camped on my chest and staring at me). These parrot tulips can stare at me… Continue reading

all the chocolate

There may be several good reasons to wait til just before the weekend to buy your Easter chocolate—including temptation—but I can’t get behind a single one. I’ve practised anything but abstinence this week… Continue reading

then came spring

Only one word: relief!

interiors

I’m taking a week at home. Time away from work, from the busyness that’s kept me focused on the external, leaving me feeling a complete stranger to the interior me. I need to… Continue reading

my lately

For the first time in weeks, I haven’t had to leave town for the weekend. I can’t tell you how relieved I felt on Saturday simply knowing that I was staying put. And… Continue reading

pieces

I removed the post about my mother’s death for a number of personal reasons, some of them complicated. Please know that its disappearance doesn’t erase my gratitude for the responses so thoughtfully shared—they’re… Continue reading

Homemade Larabars

Snow days are a time to regroup and unwind. Imposed relaxation. What could be better? They give me time to focus on home and get into the kitchen. And today was no exception.… Continue reading

sunday slowly

A day for hibernating, after a busy week. Crumpled feels good, necessary even. No clock, no schedule, no phone, no internets. Just scones and tea and toast. All the eggs and even the… Continue reading

reframe

I was looking through photos from last winter and was struck by just how many moments I could vividly recall: stolen mornings in bed with breakfast and tea; afternoon treks into the heart… Continue reading

sunday slowly

In the weeks leading up to Christmas, I would leave home in the morning when it was dark and return in the dark of night. These are the months when winter feels like… Continue reading

warm bowls | cold days

I love winter food that’s served in a bowl. The way the bowl nestles perfectly in cupped hands, the warmth that fills them. The feeling of having everything you need at that moment,… Continue reading

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