halloween’s a stirring. our hood is alive with the spook: pumpkins guard the stoops, skeletons sway on second stories, and the smell of fog machines, misting out their gloomy soup, permeate the air as the final dress rehearsals are run on houses haunted. we do...
here are some random bubbles, fizzing up and around my already fermented brain: last night in yoga training we learned an adjustment which involved clutching the fleshy part of a student’s inner thigh, and then giving them sweet nirvana with a deep, hip stretch....
i did it. i bought my first pair of jeans, in a shade other than indigo or black. the inspiration was everywhere: initially it was miss lily aldridge who perked my covet for jeans not blue. with legs stemming from locks of ombre, all it took was lily’s seductive...
monday morning beautiful to you m’loves. tell me, did the weekend compass your happy-map? friday through sunday we had a house full of sick, and a calendar clad in iron. even the beast started to adopt our mopey behavior. all three of us grumped around the house...
