fill me up

Why not put candles in the pumpkin pie?  Everyone at the table could blow together, and we could each make a wish for someone else.  Or, right before we blow, everyone could say something their thankful for this year. What do you think?  All in favor of letting the pie shimmer and shine before we…

make some merry

Don’t text and drive.  Never mix colors with whites in the laundry.  Don’t leave the house without turning off the lights.  And never, never-ever-ever, agree to deliver 406 Thanksgiving turkeys to the feeding shelter when you’re 5 months pregnant. Some rules are more more well known than others, but all should be well-respected and followed…

surprise!

  Flitter & flutter & flip &  flop & hope this feeling doesn’t stop. My references to flutters have traditionally stood for falling snow or feelings of amore, but things are a changin’ around here.  Ladies & gents: there is a new flutter in town.   Can you guess what it is? The fluttering is my…

giving+friends (or something like that)

We consider our many blessings, fill long long +cozy hours with togetherness, and recreate timeless recipes from cherished family cookbooks (if tradition isn’t your thing, you’re probably make temping finds from pinterest/foodily/foodgawker). The day is all inclusive (you’re invited, your roommate comes along, and  then your roommate’s boyfriend joins around noon) and promises conversation, pumpkin pie, and lots of…

tights on tight

I wake up craving coffee, and I whole-heatedly agree with the song  , ♫the best part of waking up is the Folgers in your cup♫.  If not Folgers coffee, then Starbucks or Caribou or, well, just about anything will do.  Just get me some caffeine (in a lovely mug if you’re feeling generous). It’s a rare…

stay awhile

  Change in my pocket, change on the floor, and change in the air.  Emails and texts now end with wishes to ‘stay warm,’ and so it seems the season has officially ‘changed’ into winter.  Appears sudden, no?           The Minneapolis Visitor’s Association denies we’re rolling into winter, and instead they call November & December…

the essentialist

The same themes wind around twitter, p-interest and the blog-o-sphere as the seasons change and tumble forward.  As for snow-vember? It’s all about gratitude, hospitality, and turning what we have into enough.  A secret?  I focus on the essentials when I give thanks.  You could call me a gratitude essentialist. You’re probably shaking your head and wondering…

sing it sweet

Look ma, no hands! Look pa, no ears!  I’m not sure where those references originate (I’m sure a quick google search would set me straight, but ya’ll – I’m telling a story here so chat now & Google answers later). When the weather starts dip dip dipping (the way my biscotti approaches a mug of…

little nest

Remember how newbie Facebook encouraged people to say all sorts of things about their hobbies and interests?  You befriend Sarah from Econ 101 and quickly learn she loves, ‘traveling, cooking, soccer, painting, chocolate chip cookies, long road trips, good books, fresh coffee, morning bike rides, and nights that turn into mornings with friends I’ll remember…

elephant lady

My sixth grade BFF crew had well-known interests that turned them into gift-receiving machines.  How does that happen?  How does a girl become the recipient of gift-upon-present-upon-gimmick-wrapped-in-a-bow? Lemme tell you: she develops a well-known interest in an easily shopped for item (think ubiquitous and cheap). Need more clarification?  Anna crushed on N’Sync, Sarah collected elephants, and Jessica waxed…

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