You know what, fuck it — I’m 34 years old and after living with butcher paper taped to my windows for the past six weeks, I’m excited about drapery. Deal with it.
Artwork from friends, family, and those I admire sets the tone for the office.
Dumpster paintings are back again
This plant’s been with me since 2005 in Baltimore. Also, I’m still learning how to tell time on an analog clock.
Maggie’s got beds in almost every room in the house.
My elegant bedside table solution
I haven’t posted since moving in to the new place. Spoiler alert: it’s great. It’s been a lot of work, too, and a huge emotional adjustment to getting back to living by myself again. Sunday will mark one month since I moved in. I can’t wait to see what it looks like and feel how it feels when I’m celebrating one year.
Never underestimate the healing power of new personal stationery, especially when they’re Moo Luxe cards. Typeface is Verlag.
Around this time of year, I need to remind myself that winter doesn’t last forever. These scenes are from the garden at my mother’s house, planted by its original owner, Wayne de la Rua — Baldwin county’s first Master Gardener. Much of it was destroyed by Hurricane Ivan, but I’m happy that we captured a few pieces of it in photos.
the new Hyatt
the High Hat
Lunch with Jerrie
My actual first Hand Grenade.
Jackson Square performer
Bourbon Pub view
Automattic’s Team Social came to visit New Orleans for a team meetup, and I had the pleasure of crashing it over the weekend.
A few scenes from Budapest, taken on a drizzly afternoon late in our stay.
For my birthday a few friends and family took me to the “casino” in Atmore for a fancy supper. The food was good enough to make up for how much money I lost. The number of different ways you can brand a video bingo machine is insane.
Caught a few nice scenes this morning in the back yard.