I own this. It’s beautiful. It’s old. It’s perfect. …and it’s yet another possession that remains in storage. I’ve been keeping it for years, waiting to find a house worthy enough for such a permanent fixture.
I read somewhere that people make snap judgements about other people depending on the look of their fingernails. We assume somebody’s profession and even wealth within our own society. If ones nails are unkempt that is a sign of a
It’s 6:42 am and my little boy comes to find and tell me that’s he’s hungry. A new constant in his vocabulary and he’s not even a teenager yet. With swimsuit season approaching and the mounting desire to get back