Writing this blog, I realize how often I reach for clothes that used to belong to people I loved, particularly my mother and grandmother.
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I lost my mother four years ago (I’ve written a little about her here). I often feel overwhelmed with how much more I still had to learn from her and ask her. And I feel like I’ve been losing her gradually, more and more, the more time passes. So, lately, I’ve been trying to get to know her again.
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I am not one to follow trends. There is a trend, every so often, that I’ll feel tempted by–but I’ll inevitably feel and look uncomfortable. I like the sort of clothes I wear for many reasons, but mostly because I feel comfortable in them.
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My grandparents were huge fans of The Avengers–not the comic books, but Steed and Mrs. Peel. There was an episode of The Avengers where Steed and Mrs. Peel compete in a “road rally,” a sort of scavenger hunt on wheels. Well, my grandparents were inspired, and thus the Skunks Misery Road Rally was born.
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Thoughts on the pandemic, cherishing our community, and being a little kinder.
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Being a mother without a mother is something I’ve been thinking about very often, almost daily, in the almost four years since my mother passed away. How do you do it? How do you raise a child without your own mother? There are points of almost every day w
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I went to a Montessori school from pre-K until sixth grade. There were many fantastic things about Montessori, but one of the lessons I’m appreciating more and more as I grow older was the emphasis on creating.
read more...I’ve been thinking a lot about fate lately, as I read about Afghanistan. About what has given me the rights and freedoms that I enjoy and what has given someone else a situation where they aren’t free.
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Something I’ve struggled with in recent years is defining “my style.” I’ve always considered myself pretty preppy, but I’ve felt that shifting a little as I find myself reaching for neater, more tailored pieces–like my favorite cropped tweed jackets instead of a blazer, or a pair of Stubbs instead of my worn-to-death boat shoes. It’s interesting to see how things change as life changes.
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I’ll admit that I am a maximalist in many things and have accumulated a lot throughout my adult life–sweaters, books, shoes… the list goes on. During the pandemic, I’ve been thinking a lot about that, and how I want life to be more streamlined in the future.
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