Colorful Living

My friend Tony is always busting my chops online for being a “crunchy granola hippie.” This is so far from the truth, it is laughable. Don’t get me wrong — I’d like my life was a bit crunchier. I wish I was less drawn to Tory Burch...

Curiouser and Curiouser

I’ve been bugging Finny lately with more and more gardening questions. (You know, she’s a super star garden student now, right? Running her own gardening business, going to vegetable school. I’m fairly certain she even has some “hydro basil...

With a bow

Recycling in New Jersey is a pain. I can only imagine the book of rules, no joke, was created as a deterrent. That said, I have yet to find a job and I’ve will happily jump through the necessary hoops to see that these items are sent to the right facility,...

Gardening NJ, II

The second bed is in, and the first bed is going wild: Grow, little tomatoes — grow! The second bed is fairly uneven. I’m hoping the newspapers and other old carbons I put under the cardboard will help. Otherwise, I’ll watch the watering in the lower...

What You Can

My new kitchen is full of color, and is my favorite room in the house. It is wacky, fun, and space-challenged, but all together perfect. I’m not working yet, and so each afternoon looks a bit like a scene from a 1950s television show. I usually wear a dress and...

Finding Our Groove

Nelson and I have been moping about for the last week, trying to find a rhythm to this new life. I’m fairly certain he misses his partner in crime, Chaco.  I’m also fairly certain I’m reading too much into it. (Hey! I’m at home all day with him...