the tank is empty. not even a solar power cell can spur these sad legs and heavy heart. i’m always resistant to post the non-shiny, less glossy, tumble in my twirl, nut in the cupcake musings. but life is hard. life is untidy. no one is exempt. and one thing i...
nuts. nuts. nuts. nuts. Untitled from katie osumi on Vimeo. nuts. praise heaven and all its cupcakes! hh is coming home today because i’m not certainly NOT cleaning up the second “mess” these nuts will be rendering. happy kaopectate priscilla! ...
annica: a buddhist term, meaning change is inevitable, continuous, and unavoidable. now, i’m no buddhist {although i’m known to work a buddha belly like nobody’s business come easter sunday brunch} but i do love this maxim. with that said: welcome to...
it’s in the air, it’s twinkling in the trees, dewing up coming up from the grass; i can feel it on my skin. a change. a subtle whiff of fall is finally moseying her way into southern california. specks of cedar and pine fragrant the street from...
top of the morning monday to you m’loves. how did miss weekend treat your tender hearts? i popped back and forth across the emotional ping-pong table of my precious aunt’s latest hospital stay. we yo-yo’ed between tears of hysterics, like on friday...
