yesterday
It’s randomness that will enable us to survive.
"You're still buying stuff?" A friend said to me recently. I love stuff and I will collect it until I die. Why not? I'm the anti-Marie Kondo.
me too
I have a silver candy tray of my grandparents. As a child it was always on their coffee table.
It was oval, adorned with little angel boys on each end atop its lacy trim.
The contents would be varied wrapped candies, coffee, toffee, butterscotch, and even (at times) chocolate mint wrapped candies.
Just one treat to look foward to on each visit to their 16th (top floor with balcony view of the Hudson) at 111th St & Broadway in New York City.
Always watching for button jars.
And old maps.
It’s randomness that will enable us to survive.
"You're still buying stuff?" A friend said to me recently. I love stuff and I will collect it until I die. Why not? I'm the anti-Marie Kondo.
me too
I have a silver candy tray of my grandparents. As a child it was always on their coffee table.
It was oval, adorned with little angel boys on each end atop its lacy trim.
The contents would be varied wrapped candies, coffee, toffee, butterscotch, and even (at times) chocolate mint wrapped candies.
Just one treat to look foward to on each visit to their 16th (top floor with balcony view of the Hudson) at 111th St & Broadway in New York City.
Always watching for button jars.
And old maps.