moments hours days going through each issue, remembering fondly where I was when I first fell in love with Shamir Shah, or that I could use live succulents to create a vertical wall garden, or how someday I'd have a very narrow, tall Japanese soaking tub. Good times.
But ruthlessness was called for. I put a little post-it note on each page I needed to keep, sometimes a single image, more often an entire article, as well as several recipes (remember homemade ketchup? MetHome, people). This might be a good time to mention that I got teary when I learned MetHome folded last winter. Tonight I culled, cut, and curated, and now have three folders of valuable inspiration and resources for a future home. Good for me. Bad for the producers of Hoarding: Buried Alive.
- Crossover appeal
- The Glorious Ascent: Mandate #3
- The Glorious Ascent: Mandate #2
- The Glorious Ascent: Mandate #1
- Turning a corner
- What's up?
- Added to the library
- Transcending food
- Home. Sick.
- A writing discipline
- In which the thoughts are random
- Turned-on Bach
- Some favorite things of late
- The assault
- Minnesota matters: From Russia with . . . oh, neve...
- Happiness is . . .
- How Bernadette Peters saved my life, or at the ver...
- Reading List
- TU Dance at the Southern
- An app to call home
- Understanding Baking, Part I
- Families moving forward
- I will not be a hoarder
- An iPhone Moment: Streetwalker Edition
- Family matters
- Minnesota matters: Cold Spring Bakery
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