I’ve been terrible at doing Outfits of the Week posts! My last one was in August? Geez.
Do you guys want me to keep doing these updates, or do you prefer other types of posts—and if so, let me know which kind in the comments section!
Hi, friends! I finally have some good photos of my living/working space and my bedroom in my Wash Park, Denver apartment!
I thought I’d share how I packed some serious style and utility into its tiny square footage—and on the cheap.
Good morning, friends. I’m finally back to work today after taking Friday and Monday off to spend with my parents who were visiting for opening weekend of Love/Perfect!
Since I have a show tonight on Valentine’s Day, I surprised the man last night with a tasty chocolate dessert I’ve been wanting to introduce to him for a while…
Let us take a moment of silence…
This should be a national holiday, in my book. To celebrate, I’ve pulled together some of my all-time favorite pizzas, either procured from divine pizza establishments or made by the pizza-lovin’ man and me.
May my ode to the world’s greatest round creation since the wheel inspire you to indulge on this holiest of Thursdays.
(Turns out I have eaten a LOT of pizza…)
Last night was my only “rest day” of Love/Perfect tech week, and I was full of energy, so I did laundry, played with my paints, and tidied up around the house before my parents come to Denver this weekend.
Take a look!
(And an eater I am.) Just like the people we love and interact with often—many of us have a dysfunctional, love-hate relationship with food. Most of this is borne of societal pressures and gender roles; commercial and capitalistic incentives; and an unhealthy obsession with status, stability, and the illusion of control. That’s a whole other manifesto.
But since we can’t just, like, avoid it for the rest of our lives, why not start to rectify our relationship with food, for real? [Enter Michael Pollan, stage left.]
Happy Monday, friends! I am finally feeling back to my normal self. I don’t quite know what was going on the past few weeks, but I’m glad it’s worked its way through my body and mind.
The Real Life 