Victory struck in the trash can wars this morning when the neighbors got sloppy and started crashing around outside. I hopped out of bed and tore back the curtain to make sure our remaining can wasn’t being carted off on the back of someone’s truck. Lo and behold THERE WERE THE NEIGHBORS, scurrying around with their garage door open, revealing a row of trash cans – unused and in their garage – with my house number on it. I stood…
Last week I was pedaling around the neighborhood looking for cats (Cats of the Shore – yet another shameless plug) when I caught a familiar one out of the corner of my eye. Circling back to grab a quick pic led to a 2 hour conversation with his owner. Have I been living around a bunch of Miss Cleos and not realized it? While we were talking cats, the subject of what I do for living came up. She was…
All hell broke loose in here the other day when I decided to get a bag of clothes together for Goodwill and instead managed to fill an entire closet full of things to sell or give away. We’re talking the good stuff: Jen’s Pirate Booty, Free People, MOTHER and even Isabel Marant. I’m nervous, but it feels good. Between last summer and December I cut my closet in half. A LOT of stuff went out the door and I haven’t…
I realize I might catch some shit for this, but it’s what I truly think and has been on my mind a lot lately: With the rise of (people misusing) social media, sacred things have lost their meaning. Everything is for sale, yet nothing holds true value. Children and their childhoods reduced to hashtags and ‘preserving memories’, yet on display for all the world to view like a cheap sideshow. When I’m out in public I shouldn’t recognize a child…