Russian doll

It would simply have been a passing thought had I not grabbed it by the tail. But I did. And so here I sit, surrounded by beach towels on the floor of my closet. My intention was good—clean out a closet that escaped my Kondo-like spring purge a few months ago. But now the towels…

Kristineapalooza

I hosted a festival of sorts in my bedroom this weekend. My friend dubbed it Kristineapalooza. Spur of the moment but oh so fun, I’d do it again. Only I’m not sure I could do it fully clothed, as I gave much of my wardrobe away during the festivities. In this way, it wasn’t really…

On vanities

Metaphorical vanities? Not really my focus. I’m talking about the physical type here. My bathroom vanity. And, knowing me, I may throw a bit of metaphorical mumbo jumbo in at the end. Spoiler alert. The work I have done for the past few years has been steady, good work. Award-winning work, in fact. Recognized by…