IT FEELS LIKE it's been a long time since we've been able to find wonderful things to share with you organically. Google feels a bit broken and Instagram, our other source for inspiration, isn't what it used to be.
“Blurred Lines” wasn’t supposed to be a meaningful song. It was, by design, a trifle: Pharrell, in imperial-superstar mode, goofing off with the white soul singer and textbook sex idiot Robin Thicke and tossing in a tongue-twisting T.I. verse later for good measure.
My dream dessert for Valentine’s Day is Baked Alaska, a heavenly trifecta of cake, meringue, and ice cream. I am not yet brave enough to take on the task of creating this confection. If you dare, here is a recipe!
THERE ARE STILL A MILLION THINGS that need to fall into place on this new adventure that we’re on (more on...
. . . have mentioned my friend emily‘s photographs, before, but after her lovely note this weekend, regarding acrylic pink &...
Hacienda San Angel, Pool Room. Summer Flowers. . . . and it has been far too long since have discovered...
. . . the first half of the week was so stunningly busy, decided to take a little time, on...
