Home Life
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A Sunday in Four Parts
The house still smells like bacon. We spent a heaven-sent Sunday in our little cottage house this weekend, napping, reading, watching television, drinking homemade lattes, and yes, devouring bacon. We don’t frequently get unscheduled weekends, so when we do, we hold on to them tight. I captured these four, Sunday afternoon scenes yesterday using the stories feature on Instagram. (Are you guys on Instagram? Let’s be friends. It’s by far my favorite social media platform; so many interesting and beautiful things to see.) With that particular feature, the videos or pictures you post disappear after 24 hours. Which can be a fun and fresh way of sharing an adventure with your Instagram…
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stop and smell the magenta carnations
Because sometimes it’s Monday and time to once again face the grab bag of possibilities, uncertainties, hard work, emails, phone calls, and fun that meet you afresh each week. What better occasion could their be for a $3 bouquet of Trader Joe’s carnations? Wishing you a smashing good week! SIGNED, anya elise
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Espresso Mania 3000
There comes a moment in every coffee-loving gal’s life when you meet the one. It’s a beautiful moment; the kind of occasion that might one day inspire novels, epic poems, or at least a sappy pop song or two. This meeting—my very special meeting—involved a Breville espresso maker. I have spent many a day since junior year of high school enjoying a cup of coffee with the prying of the blankets from my still-drowsy fingers the rising of the sun. Through the ages, this coffee journey has involved all manners of coffee makers from Mr. Coffee, to Mr. French Press, to Mr. Chemex. Worthy coffee makers. Valiant even. Worthy of a stanza in that epic…
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Our Christmas
It turns out I’m not terribly good at documenting Christmas festivities. At least not this year. I expect this is for one of two reasons: The still-present childhood delight of Christmas Eve — gathering with the family, eating too much sugar, opening presents — distracted me beyond measure. The inclination to unplug and just enjoy quality time with loved ones kept the camera mostly at my side instead of in front of my eyeballs. Or this sneaky extra one: A combo deal incorporating both of the aforementioned reasons. For the first time in, I think we decided four years, all of my siblings were in the same place for Christmas. This meant…
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Christmas Cards 2016
I believe in the power of letters. Sending them, receiving them, affixing them with kitschy postage stamps, and trekking along neighborhood sidewalks to drop them off in those metal blue boxes, always somehow arriving past the last pickup time of the day. This is a practice that just doesn’t happen enough these days, which is why I love the holiday season so very much. I think it’s positively grand when December rolls around and notes from loved ones living near and far start arriving at our door. I tack them up on our refrigerator one by one to be enjoyed throughout the month. (Being the truly great housekeeper that I am, these missives usually…
