of mums

I’m not British. But when I was 12 and at the height of my Jane Austen phase (which has yet to fully pass), I memorized Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 in a BBC accent and… Continue reading →

of Kinfolk

Sit down, quiet yourself, and watch this all the way through. (Don’t worry, it’s short!) Are you as moved as I am? I am so grateful for flashes of kindredness like this that… Continue reading →

of TGIF tunes: Regina Spektor

My girl Regina is dropping a new record this month! She’s always entranced me with her quirky lyrics, classical piano training, and unexpected chord progressions that translate into catchy, weird songs. I humbly… Continue reading →

of the furtive nap

There is a house, a napping house, where everyone is sleeping. In this hilarious book from my childhood, “everyone” is a snoring granny, a dreaming child, a dozing dog, a snoozing cat, a… Continue reading →

of the day after

I wake up, zombie-walk into the kitchen, and stare out at that shiny warm stuff we haven’t seen since 2011. Sunlight, is it really you? A little sustenance to pull us into the… Continue reading →

of Queen’s Day – it’s party time!

Happy Queen’s Day! For a full 24 hours each April 30, the country explodes in a burst of orange merriment, free concerts and flea markets to celebrate the Queen’s birthday. It’s madness. If… Continue reading →

of chevron revival, or a DIY dresser revamp

So, in a previous post I included the following disclaimer: WARNING: Wielding a spraypaint can may send you into a megalomaniac episode. Once you’ve tasted the power of instant colour, you will find… Continue reading →

of TGIF tunes: Cloud Control

I always get a little anxious when Friday comes around, because that’s the day when many of my favorite blogs unleash a link round-up to everything cool, quirky, touching and beautiful they’ve discovered… Continue reading →

of fresh, bright Hummus

Not to feed you incriminating information or anything, but the Man and I are hooked on the epic HBO series Game of Thrones. Every week we gather with a few friends who share… Continue reading →

of the secret power of compliments

I rode Lotje languidly to the coffeeshop this morning, locked her to an obliging telephone pole, and stumbled in. My bright-eyed friend looked up from her newspaper, gave me a once-over, and told me I… Continue reading →