books
read this.
I spent a good chunk of the weekend reading Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan. I had wanted to read it for a while because I like the title and I’m a
flax-golden
flax-golden tales: perfect pairs
perfect pairs I only wanted one but when I got to the address on the piece of paper (after getting lost twice because the handwritten 8s looked like 3s) I was informed, quite politely,
musings
tarragon & bone
This is the aforementioned tarragon and bone rug. Technically it has three different colors, though, so I’m not entirely sure what to call the pale pale shimmery green, as I’m guessing the darker one
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flax-golden tales: the light at the edge of the world
the light at the edge of the world I walk to the edge of the world every day at four o’clock in the afternoon. I didn’t always have to leave so early but the
miscellany
in lieu of proper post, photos from ny with bonus bunnies & snowy boston
Briefly in Boston, with just enough time to get snowed on and have cocktails before heading back home to NYC, which oddly but nicely does actually feel like home already. Alas,
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flax-golden tales: the recondite times, a non-periodical
the recondite times, a non-periodical I painted my front door purple mostly on a whim. I had purple paint (in two different shades) and I figured it was a cheerful sort of color that