“We’ll just turn this into a laundry room!” I’d said when we closed on our house, gazing around the narrow paneled room that smelled like cat litter and which the previous owners had used as an office. An office. Read the rest of this gem…
Well.
Now that we’re 34 and 32 respectively, I suppose Justin and I are officially “in our thirties,” which is weird because nothing has really changed since our twenties except that our hair is falling out (yes, mine too — if you know how to make this stop, please fill me in) and now we have a roommate. Read the rest of this gem…
This weekend I’m starting a class about food writing and photography.
That is to say, I’m taking a class that’s going to show me the proper way to pull my iPhone out at a restaurant and snap a photo of my plate. Because apparently there’s a right way to do that, and the way I’ve been doing it since they stuck cameras inside phones is obviously completely wrong. Read the rest of this gem…
“Katie, I’ve never seen my husband–” Maria didn’t have time to finish her sentence before Staffan, her husband, laughed and spit wine all over the table. It was one of those moments — one of those meals — I’ll not soon forget. Read the rest of this gem…
There are some things you should probably know about me. Ready?
I seem to have developed a negative physical reaction to scallops. I know. The non-picky eater finally has a thing, apparently, that I now have to note whenever anyone asks me if I have any special dietary restrictions. Read the rest of this gem…
Spring is the best time of year because it holds the promise of a long, luxurious summer and it’s still possible for me to walk outside without immediately forming a sweat ‘stache. The days start getting longer, the birds start chirping sweetly, and suddenly that motivation I’d been missing all winter because I was busy being SAD attacks with renewed zest. Read the rest of this gem…
“Well you didn’t tell me two women were coming to pick it up!” My flooring guy laughed, I fumed, and my friend Angie did her best to diffuse the situation and ensure I didn’t do something to invite a lawsuit. Read the rest of this gem…
Recently we had house guests and I’m still recovering.
You know how it is — visitors can be exhausting. Especially when one of said visitors is likely judging every life choice you’ve made since you vacated her premises. But hey. That’s what parents do. How else would they know whether to take credit for your accomplishments or blame the other parent for your vices? (YouknowIloveyoumom.) Read the rest of this gem…
It’s probably about time I show you what’s been happening with my laundry room.
I’ve been hesitant to do so because after a lot of work, a semi-disastrous flooring mishap, and not an insignificant amount of money, the “after” doesn’t feel much more impressive than the “before.” At least not in a design sense. But Justin and I have a lot of things to bear in mind when it comes to renovating this little gem of a house: Read the rest of this gem…
Plum-colored doorways and big bacon scones at the Oakhurst Inn in Charlottesville, Virginia. Read the rest of this gem…