In my ongoing battle with insomnia, I’ve started reciting a silent litany of thanks when I go to bed at night for good things that happened that day, things I’m grateful for or things I love. Just to remind myself that life is, not just an endless to-do list. This month I ❤...
The brand-new fuzzy feeling I get when I replace the beaten-down sheepskin insoles in my old Uggs.
Blind dates. They’re like goody bags at an event: There’s always the possibility you might get something you want to keep among all the promotional flyers.
Levi’s 552 straight-leg jeans.
The genuinely friendly cashiers at the local Whole Foods and the genuinely gorgeous blond guy working at the local coffee shop.
Selvedge magazine, because the textiles light up the parts of my brain that respond to color and texture.
“Gangsta Luv” by Snoop Dogg. I’ve listened to it so much that I’ll hate it by next month. On the other hand, I never get tired of “Show Me the Money Papi” by Cuban diva CuCu Diamantes.
My Bella Pamella cherry-patterned retro apron because it looks like a June Cleaverish artist smock.
The anthropologie website. I wish I could block it from myself.
Moo.com cards. I’m addicted to thinking up new designs and new ways to use them.
Humboldt Fog goat cheese from Cypress Grove. Heaven on a cracker but even better served with honeycomb.
Spinning class for getting me out of bed and out of living in my head.