I am a longtime fan of Ina Dyreborg (and her dog!) and have been following her on Instagram for years. Today she shared that her business is struggling. Like so many artists and creators right now, it’s challenging to get yourself seen, to find time to make, to afford having a lot of inventory on hand.

Years ago when I was walking down a street I found a scarf on the ground. It was beautiful silk with a lovely pattern, in perfect condition. I wasn’t the scarf wearing type (still more a bandana girl), but it was too pretty not to keep and there wasn’t exactly a lost and found I could take it to.

They just don’t make them like they used to. Even though my daughter is now a bit beyond first readers it would be such a thrill if she brought this home from school. There are 104 pages (!!) of dressed up cats, cute captions, and lovely hand drawn frames. And there’s a story in there somewhere too.

Someone has made my lifelong dream of fitting in a pocket come true. I will need one of these for every room.

The holidays may be over but my love for eggnog endures. I don’t recall when the thirst began, but I know for once it’s not a holdover from my childhood. This is an adult thing, so with that I admit that the adult version is what I’m partial to.

The world is disappointing. The world wide web doesn’t have to be. Enjoy these links and your weekend:

Three years into my pandemic plant hoarding journey, my alive to dead stats are ok, but could be better. Our house is walls of windows, but I still struggle with securing reliable spots with the right light.

The world is disappointing. The world wide web doesn’t have to be. Enjoy these links and your weekend:

Doing doesn’t always need to be done. It’s good to rest, reflect, check out, sleep on it, or sleep in…

Now chronicling thematic visual finds as they accidentally intersect on Pinterest. 

The world is disappointing. The world wide web doesn’t have to be. Enjoy these links and your weekend:

Becoming a bird lover is not something I saw coming. Bird watching was and is my parent’s hobby and being the defiant eye roller that I was as a kid, their mention was met with my annoyance and subsequent vanishing act. I was a toot. There really is no other explanation.