December 22, 2011


There are many perks to living with Bear. One of them being that he has a degree in history, and as such, bedtime stories are the best.

"Tell me about North Korea," I'll say, sleepily. And he will.

I don't fall asleep because it's boring. It isn't. He knows in depth information concerning a variety of topics, and I find it all fascinating. It's a good way to wind down the day before falling asleep - better than television or crosswords on my phone. Just Bear and the cozy dark and the history of the Kalashnikov assault rifle.

What more could a girl want?

December 15, 2011

Squeek! Squeek!

My ears have been super sensitive lately.

Oh gosh what if I am turning into a bat oh gosh oh gosh!

November 19, 2011

Gulag? More like gu-licious!

Me: Is it bad that when I was reading "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich," every time they mentioned the awful food in the gulag it would make me hungry?

Bear: Well, you probably didn't want THAT food, you just wanted food.

Me: No, I wanted to eat his crust of bread and broth. It sounded like a good combination.

Bear: Yeah that's actually pretty effed up.

November 14, 2011

"Even though you are finished, you are not finished."

I have this lump on my knee. I think it’s Osgood-Schlatter disease but I don’t know because I never cared enough to check it out. But it hurts if I push on it and it’s been there for what… 10 years? Meh.

Last Christmas I tore a muscle in my ribs shifting the blankets from one side to the other (it was cold - there were many heavy blankets). It still hasn’t healed because I keep reinjuring it while doing arm-stands in yoga. Or while pushing myself up from a chair. Or while turning to look at something.

Also I have some running… sensitivity. As in I’m pretty much always sore from running.

Why do I say this? Because this is the state I am in now, upon starting to do something most people start at age 5. I have started taking ballet.

I will probably not go “en pointe,” which makes me sad. So stop asking. You basically have to train your body as it grows to be able to do that. Since I am fully grown, it would be pretty tough. And probably kind of dumb.

So why am I doing it at all? Why am I shelling out $14 a week to basically be told I’m not good at a thing? Because I want to. Because I’ve always wanted to. So now that I’m an adult, I will pay for my own ballet class and eat Doritos for dinner if I want to and leave my towel kind of bunched up on the floor sometimes.

My teacher is a lovely man from Venezuela. And when I say lovely, I mean that the other night he told us, “That was good! Well, it wasn’t good. But it was the start of something good.” I shall call him El Tigre. Look for updates as I progress. Or fall on my face. EITHER WAY WE’RE GONNA HAVE A LOT OF FUN.

November 08, 2011


Ok, maybe I'm a bit behind, but I just found out something monumental:


What?! WHAT.

It's called "What Would Brian Boitano Make?" According to Food Network:
"In the series, Brian takes viewers on a reality cooking adventure as he creates amazing food for a new event in each episode focusing on innovative but accessible dishes."
You guys. You don't understand. From age 7 to 15, I was obsessed with figure skating. LOVED IT. Hated that my parents couldn't afford lessons. But most of all, I loved Brian Boitano.

"Here! I cooked you this juice!"


- Triple Lutz Linzer Cookies
- Salchow Salad
- Flying Camel Canapés

Anyway, this is the most fantastic thing I have ever inadvertently discovered. It totally made my day. I thought it couldn't get any better, but then!


And then Oksana Baiul drove her car into the kitchen and served everyone cocktails. (Kidding!)

By the way, what a handsome blade! LOOK AT HIM. So youthful! What Would Brian Boitano Make (to put on his face and prevent wrinkles)? Dear Lifetime: please produce that show.

In conclusion, all my dreams have come true. I have nothing else to wish for!

Except... maybe Ilia Kulik. What? He's adorbz.

November 01, 2011

Different Languages

The other night as I came out of the bathroom, Bear had a strange look on his face.

Bear: Did you wash your hands?

I hadn't, and I said so. I sheepishly went back to the bathroom and washed up.

Me: You know, it only works if you wash for at least 20 seconds.

Bear: Yeah...

Me: Well, I know you only do it for like 5. I've heard it!

This accusation elicited narrowed eyes. He made no denial, though. Never mind for a second that we've listened in on one another's washing habits.

Two hours later he went to the bathroom. Upon finishing his business he washed his hands while counting loudly. I ignored him.

Bear: Didn't you hear me? I counted out loud for you!

Me: I'm sorry. I couldn't understand. I don't speak I-Told-You-So.

I think we're both just a little stubborn.

October 25, 2011

Sick Food

Highly specific cravings I'm having while on the couch with some ache-centric version of a cold:

- Caramelized onions
- Sourdough from Seven Stars Bakery
- Peach cobbler from my gramma
- Whole Foods Raspberry flavored sparkling mineral water
- Kimchi

I can't imagine what it will be like if I ever get pregnant. Screw pickles and ice cream, I'll probably want fig and goat cheese pizza. No, not that goat cheese. Also, you bought the wrong figs again. How did you not know that I only eat black mission figs? I mean, really, Turkish figs?! YOU DON'T LOVE ME.

October 04, 2011


We went apple picking.

As you can see, it was absolutely no fun at all.

All photos © Hope Kolly, who was also having no fun while picking apples.

September 26, 2011


So I was going post about my ridiculous but always awesome living situation but then I overextended my shoulder in yoga and screw you, I'm tired.

So instead, I took this:

And made this outfit set inspired by it:


September 23, 2011

Emerald City Date


I never know how to tie a scarf. There's a whole website dedicated to educating me but somehow it all just comes out wrong. Today I'm wearing a silk scarf that's kind of stiff and not very drapey, so NOTHING IS WORKING.

First I tried to just kind of pile it on my neck:

Which wasn't awful, but what is with those pokey ends? And if I tucked them in they looked just as strange. So I simplified!

Aaaaand it was boring. BORING. Where's the umph? Where's the sartorial consideration? Where's the form? So I bowed it up!

Not bad? But kind of... a giant bow. Which is not my thing but maybe it COULD be my thing! Maybe I am the girl who always wears a bow? I liked it the best so far, but then. Then! INSPIRATION.

Old timey, crotechety lady with a toothache inspiration. FASHION.

September 22, 2011

Later, dude!

So that's summer gone. I'm totally okay with that! Even though hikes in my hometown during which I see horses and broken down buses grazing in the same field are totally awesome, I will not miss drowning in New England humidity. Plus I am sure the horses and buses will be there next year. Anyway, ask me in February how I'm feeling about humidity, because by then I will be all I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE HAIR WINGS FOREVER JUST MAKE THE GREY GO AWAY.

But right now it's all pumpkins! And masala chai! And wait. Why is it 76 degrees today? Too hot. TOO HOT. I can't comfortably drink hot toddies in this weather and therefore I want nothing to do with it. So, I leave you with this:

This bear will probably spend the whole of autumn gathering leaves for winter, but I suggest you do something more fun. Unless you are a bear! In which case WHY ARE YOU ON THE INTERNET.