Quarantine Confessions, Part 2
The last few weeks have been exponentially more exhausting than I could have imagined just three short months ago.
The last few weeks have been exponentially more exhausting than I could have imagined just three short months ago.
It began to look a lot like Christmas in our little house four weeks ago when I decorated the tree the earliest ever.
Scrolling through my Instagram feed, I always pause on a satisfying before/after DIY home project, often finding both the inspiration and confidence to tackle my next home refresh.
This whole quarantine, work-from-home, social-distancing phase has brought on a lot of stress, strange rituals and other coping behaviors in all of us.
Sewing is my new coping mechanism.
Getting nostalgic for the popular tween/teen fashion retailers of the late 90s and early aughts.
The more I’ve pondered it, I’ve come to understand and accept why camping is so “meh” to me.
I was far less interested in the secrets of my own DNA than to discover my cat’s much more mysterious genetic ancestry. My partner and I have always believed that our 8-year-old Dellie has some Maine Coon in her blood.
An unlikely entity has taken me fully into its fold. I’m completely obsessed with the Transformers.
The stories and connections assigned to each ornament on my tree are layers of happy nostalgia displayed in physical form.