If you can avert your gaze momentarily from all the ahh-mazing doggos strutting their stuff in this spring weather, there is some truly gorgeous, rosy-hued scenery to see in South Philly this season.
Color-coding my bookcase a.k.a. how to justify owning a set of 1950’s Hardy Boys books I will never read.
The song is amazing. But I just really want to take a minute to appreciate those perfect interiors.
I’ll admit: Before this vintage French Provincial mirror, the most ornate decor I owned was a flower-y labeled wine bottle I forgot about on my bar cart.
These aren’t the first treasures I’ve taken from the trash, but they’re probably the most beautifully useless.
Spotting the perfect pair of vintage jeans can kind of feel a little…mission impossible. But, after years of thrifting the east coast, I think I’ve figured out a shortcut or two to denim heaven…
After a night up late with some classic Sunday Scaries, only Dylan can calm the first big wave of the week. That, and the ultra-caffeinated coffee at the office cafe. I doodled these lyrics yesterday morning over some coffee and a Ryley Walker record. “Mr. […]