If you read my post from yesterday, you know that I’ve worn the same blue fleece for the last five days. Then today I woke up to this… and this… It’s magical. My girls are elated. I dug out mittens and snowpants. I put on Vince Guaraldi. I built a fire in the fireplace. I… Read More The Magical Sixth Day
Yes, I am aware that I’ve been wearing my blue fleece every day. It’s from Old Navy and it cost $15 which is all I can afford to spend on myself during this global economic crisis. Big and warm, it’s perfect for turning down the expensive heat and eating everything in sight. I should be… Read More Defending Blue Fleece
It’s the time of year for gratitude. I’m trying to take it seriously this year. There’s so much overwhelming stress happening in the world right now, that my new thing is to take a few minutes and remember what’s good. I’m trying to inject a jolt of happy into the dull pessimism that has spread… Read More Locally Grown Gratitude
My Grandma Lovins was always right — even when she technically wasn’t. Her way of doing anything — unpacking groceries, storing linens, cutting radishes — was the only was to do it. She was so exact about her practices that no one dared make a move without being told how. She orchestrated everything. My… Read More My Grandma, The Maestro
Small Town. Small Times. 