annual NYE post musings
last day of 2016
This was a year. Good things first: I have a house. More than just a house I have a space that is mine and a place that is ours and I am such an
musings
now we are thirty-five
Today I am thirty-five years old, which means this blog is five years old (and flax-golden tales are four). Five years sounds comparatively short but July of 2008 feels like a lifetime ago. More
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
musings
on time and the not having of it
This post has been a long time coming and I suppose that’s fitting, since it’s mostly about not having time to write. Apparently that includes proper blog posts. Though this is not a proper
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please remember me, happily
I don’t know what to say about 2011. This year was too full to be easily condensed into a December 31st blog post. Everything looks different than it did this time last year, and
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you used to write magnificent.
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