No one wants their home to be boring and predictable, but how do you speak your coolness to the world without going broke doing it? Shopping vintage. If you’re unsure how to step into a thrift store, take my hand now.
What happens when my beautiful bike is out of commission? A pretty pathetic attempt at DIY.
Although I am not a big fan of the color yellow, this summer’s optimism has got me taking a second look. I acquired a couple of rough looking furniture pieces recently.
I’d like to start a series of highlighting some of my favorite things around my home. I hope that it might inspire you to see beauty in the old, to re-imagine what you already have or find, to motivate you to make your home more beautiful, and to show you how to do it rather inexpensively.
The Streets Are Alive I’ve pushed myself further still. I got to this street yesterday evening which seemed just a step too far, or, should I say, a street too far? I’ve come to feel that streets have personalities. They have moods. This is a neighborhood built in the 1970s; these streets are not empty
The clouds sit heavily under the hidden sky. The past two days have been on and off rain, sometimes a downpour, sometimes a drizzle. There have been few precious hours of dryness. It is, after all, the rainy season. Yesterday, Saturday, I missed my opportunity for a morning bike ride and I was bummed. Thankfully,
I’m starting to believe that every hobby in the world is interesting. If I can just understand it, and the reasons behind it, I will find it interesting. I say this with such confidence because I’ve been proved wrong too often to ignore. Here is a short list of some of the activities that I
So, everyday since my post the other night, I have been bike riding around my neighborhood. In fact, that’s what I’m doing now. I just wanted to get down my impressions of the night before I forgot, so instead of passing my house I ran inside and grabbed my computer. Started typing. I’ll head back
So, I haven’t been to the gym in a long while. Almost 3 months a long while. Not too long ago- 5 months ago- that would’ve been unheard of. So. I feel for the first time, a little anxious about going back. I’ve put on about ten pounds since the time I’ve been absent. And
I went to the thrift store this weekend. Oh oh. Because this place always manages to take a big slice of my paycheck, it’s a place I’ve been avoiding lately. My whole house is thrift shop modern vintage, and I don’t know if that’s an actual design style, but it’s what I’ve got. It’s what I represent. There’s a messiness