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Dress from 1385, heeled sandals from Moon Zoom, cloche-thing from Acme Mercantile (a little convenience store here in Ann Arbor), red coat from YAP! This week has been downright springlike — ...
Nadinoo Peacock Pixie dress (XS-S) on Ebay 1950s dress with exposed zipper and pockets (M-L) 1970s Liberty print ruffle hem tent dress (S-M) Nautical pin-up style polka dots dress (XS-S) 1950’s...
This post is dedicated to Junot Diaz, who deserves mad props for sneaking Bartleby references into all of his writers, no matter how much he tries to convince us that his narrators are idiotic suci...
The few times I’ve worn this white dress: a car drove past me and splashed filth water all over me, a person who was a stranger to me did something medium to very diabolical to me, a teacher ...
Okay, okay! No more wedding photos after this, I swear! Chris and I went back and forth about wedding favors — we didn’t want to do any corny magnets with our photos on them (sorry i...
Hi, This is Michael in Berlin two summers ago. He’s a poet, and sometimes, he takes pictures for this blog, and when I’m around him, I spoonerize my words. For example, I might say, R...
Vintage brown dress (1385), vintage bandana-beaded necklace (gift), grey tights from wherever, Naturalizer pseudo-oxfords One of the very nice things about my trip West this past week was finally g...
When I was a tot living in Shanghai, I had a blue dress that was so long that it trailed four steps below me when I walked up the stairs, and I also had a bowl cut, no eyebrows (shaved for ritual re...
I am going to share this top-secret recipe with you (it was emailed to us and transcribed from an old recipe card). So bake and eat with gusto, and don’t skimp on the frosting! CARROT CAKE I...
I don’t think I’ve posted many pictures from last July’s wedding up here, but Chris and I finally bought the DVD/CD of images from Tara (Arrowood), our phenomenal photographer, and ...
For some reason, I started reading William Blake poems from Songs of Innocence. In one poem he writes: Little Lamb, Here I am; Come and lick My white neck; Okay Mister Blake, I will. Nonsensical q...
Today I read Don Quixote in one sitting, deseeded an orange with my teeth, safely removed peeling paint and wallpapered the house with a love-soaked glance, translated Tender Buttons into Chinese...
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