I’m never not midway through a film or two on Netflix instant; I’m also never not constantly snapping screenshots while I do. A few of my favorites. Consider them recommendations, as well.
Shallow steps v. deep steps: a walk through the woods.
This morning I sat up on the deck alone for a few hours drinking coffee, while Rob slumbered away downstairs where I’d left him. Warm enough for shorts and a sweatshirt, Vermont made an irrevocable promise this morning that she’s agreed to shift into Spring. And in my forgiveness of her grievous wrongs of the winter, I allowed myself to… View Post
Sowing the seeds of love.
I’ve been toting around these catnip and lavender seeds I bought almost a year ago at Lowe’s. I was waiting on Rob to locate some tool, wandering around the aisles in sunglasses and stiletto heels, and found purpose in the spinning racks of seeds. Not that I’ve ever planted anything before. Nepeta cataria seemed like a good enough place… View Post
“Millhouse found a hippie skeleton.”
“… and he’s freaking out.” And I immediately made a mental note at how well-accessorized it’s boho bony appendages were. Look at those turquoise accents on the beaded cuff! Index finger bauble! Damned fantastic. I hope the torso was wearing a squash blossom necklace. -Carey [Screengrab from “The Scorpion’s Tale” courtesy me, Fox, and Hulu.com]
Sticking it to the man.
[Vintage fox fur stole + BR jacket + Vena Cava blouse + H&M vest + Gara Danielle turquoise necklace + Alice/Olivia leather leggings + Joie boots + Shopbop hat] There aren’t many things I purposely do (or don’t do) just to spite authority. Ok, that’s a total lie; we’ve touched on this. Rob’s on this train since cohabitating with me… View Post