Two years ago, we inherited some Christmas figurines from my husband’s Aunt Vertie. Apparently, she loved Christmas decorations (I had never met her). I love holiday decor as well. When we were presented the opportunity to select some figures for ourselves, we focused on a rather large scale holiday dinner scene. I was captivated by […]Read More all through the house
Kansas City got its first winter storm early this year, at least, early for my time spent here. The Sunday following Thanksgiving, our wabi-sabi cottage and gardens were covered with four to five inches of snow. Hoping to stay ahead of the storm, I got the house ready for the Christmas the day after Thanksgiving. […]Read More make the yuletide gay
I made sauce this evening, the same “end of harvest” roasted green tomato sauce I found last year, but with a broader range of ripeness in the tomatoes I used. That said, I am hoping it will not be the end of harvest. I spent the afternoon out in the garden, cutting back the massive-yet-under-producing […]Read More end of harvest…?
Three months of ninety degree heat, a week of fifty degree nights, and five straight days of rain have had an impact on the garden. Everything is overgrown and lush, but also interlaced with shriveled fruit, and crispy brown leaves. Each of nearly three dozen tomato volunteers are still setting buds, blackberry lilies are going […]Read More garden macros
Between full-time work, indoor projects, maintaining the established beds, and waiting for the budget to build back up, the gardens at our wabi-sabi cottage can be slow growing. Shopping places like Habitat ReStore encourages patience since resale and reused materials won’t show up in the correct clusters, so prioritizing projects can be dodgy, but I […]Read More paving the way
The wabi-sabi cottage has the tiny kitchen typical of the era, the area, and its bungalow style. A patch job on the floor indicates that what is now a small dine-in kitchen was once two separate spaces, perhaps the kitchen and a butler’s pantry. The kitchen looks to have been redone some time near the […]Read More doing with-out the dine-in…
I have mentioned this before, nearly everywhere I have been, digitally or physically: I have a thing for Wexford. To be clear, Wexford pressed glassware by Anchor Hocking. Some thirteen-odd years ago, I started an intense relationship, with thrift stores. Nearly everything I wear, save undergarments, is second hand at this point. My husband as […]Read More how wexford made my day…