Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Dear Olive,

I've got this work-outfit thing down, but I cannot figure out what to wear in my down-time.  I'm either dressed for a board meeting or for illness.  I've done some research and here is my intended summer prescription:

Cutoffs and fringe 
via 1 / 2

Maxi skirt and T-Shirts
via 1 / 2 / 3

Button downs with shorts and heels
via 1 /

Colorful sunglasses and cotton dresses (I have the Sonnet James one!)
via 1 / 2

Camo coat and unstructured basics

via 1 / 2

Wedges and striped tops

What are you wearing in the heat?

Monday, June 27, 2016


Dear Olive, 

Gabriel is loving "Stick Man," the new cartoon from the makers of the Gruffalo.  When he tells people about it, I think they get the impression that we are letting him watch 70s horror films.  Wasn't Wicker Man a thing?  

Nevertheless, we are going with it.  

Last night, we made our own stick man and then had a pj party and watched the movie.

This may or may not have lead to a full stick campsite.

So, it kind of looks like the Blair Witch Project on our lawn... I think it's endearing.

Monday, June 6, 2016


Dear Olive,

I should not stop at Antique Malls outside my jurisdiction.  This is a behavioral flaw.  When I frequent said establishments, I immediately find myself in the predicament of either moving furniture across state lines, or grieving the perfect piece that I cannot get out of my head.

Also, this phenomenon is a precursor to divorce.  Convincing my husband to scaffold the loading, shipping, and unloading of these pieces is both painful and redundant.  Just how perilously close to the edge of "trial separation" is that Edwardian mirror worth?

But when that light beckons off the highway, I cannot look away.  Like a lonely trucker scanning for a salacious beacon of adult entertainment among the highway signage, I too hunt my roadside kill.

On our recent journey to Missouri, Jason surely sealed his own fate when he good-naturedly inquired about whether I wanted to stop to look at anything along the way.  After all, I did participate with him in locating both the world's largest wind chime and the world's largest rocking chair.  With a glint in my eye, I suggested that we stop at the ring of antique malls at the next exit.  Just to stretch our legs, I reasoned.

Little did I know that we were about to embark on Antique Mecca.

My heart stopped when I saw this metal fireplace mantle.  I had been sourcing it for months on Craigslist to no avail.

So to solidify my appeal, I campaigned for this hutch instead, which we needed for the bathroom wall casing.

At $235 it was a steal.  It fit perfectly between the wall studs and was thin enough to recess.  With a drop-down desk to hide our toiletries... It had to be mine.

It took unusually little effort to convince Jason to permit me to call Uhaul... Which meant that I went for gold and campaigned for the mantle as well.

I think that my love language is "moving heavy furniture"... Seriously.

Saturday, June 4, 2016


Dear Olive, 

Every summer, we love to make our bucket list of ideas to guide our fabulous, hot, lazy days.  Here are a few favorites that have made the list annually:


Ice Cream Man


 Picking Strawberries

Finding puppies to pet (Ella's choice)

Napping (My choice)

Backyard Pool and Roasting Marshmallows 

Planting a garden



More Picnics

Impromptu Hose & Water Balloon Fights


I am using the power of my mind to will summer never to end.

Wednesday, June 1, 2016


5:30am.  Daily.