been quarantined for just shy of 48 hours; yesterday I organized every junk drawer, rearranged our second bedroom into a functioning office and recording studio, prepared three meals, read two back issues of Texas Monthly, watched one-and-a-half movies, and worried that I would go mad with another day of isolation.
But this morning I went for a walk and discovered a street of old brick houses with balconies that look like stepped castle parapets. I made coffee and I sliced pineapple for a breakfast of fresh fruit and migas. I played doctor and I finished another magazine and I did some writing, which made me curious about the state of this ill-treated blog. Who keeps a blog anymore, anyway?
Now I think I'll see what I can put together for dinner. Perhaps this confinement isn't so bad after all.
27 February 2012
10 January 2012
And now, after seeing these photos from the amazing Darcy DuBose, I can see why: It must just be that we dress in complimentary tones, and we're always spaced equidistant from one another.
22 October 2011
Life has been busy lately, so I'm rejoicing in a slow weekend. Long jog, big brunch, lazy reading.
It's so infrequent that I get to enjoy the early afternoon sunlight in my home. There's really not much better. I love this pretty, bright Brooklyn studio/apartment (via Miss Moss).