Thrift shops, donations bins, charity shops, charity sales, etc. etc. Whatever you want to name them, they don’t have the same high brow ring as ‘Vintage Shop.’ But who the f**k cares?
Well thus far it’s been a highly interesting Autumn here. Lots of rain, and wetness, not a lot of the leaves crunching under foot and sunshine.
I know that on social media, and publicly I guess, we’re supposed to be all about positivity. But aren’t there days when you just want to scream?
Some days I like to imagine I’m in some epically grandiose English tale.
I had a chance to catch up with a friend. She has struggled at times. At times with health, other times with love.
I scroll. We all do. If you say you don’t, you’re a liar. I do it first thing in the morning. But I have a routine.
This weekend was the Polish Festival in Roncesvalles, and while I considered going there, the oppressive heat kept us from making the trek. Instead,
Recently I found myself in Brooklyn for a couple of days.
This may sound silly to you, but clothes for me hold a lot of memory, a lot of feeling.
When you walk through a field at sunset, you mind settles. Don’t you find that? I do.