This past week has been especially dreary. I'm restless, and no matter how hard I try to sleep off the inner imbalance, I can't: somehow, my body is bearing the brunt of this nameless stress. I knew it wasn't cabin fever (I'm a homebody at heart), and the stormy weather couldn't be blamed entirely ... Read More
Plissé, Please
Decided to re-read the entire series of Elena Ferrante's Neopolitan Novels. The first time I devoured them too quickly; this time, I want to take my time. Mull over the words. Think about all of it, every bit of it. Actually, truly understand Ferrante's words and try to imagine how much more ... Read More
Bare Feet, Clean Floors
Things I love: a statement sleeve, typically by way of a puffed shoulder; vintage sweaters, secondhand from my mother; sitting on the floor. (So much so that I almost didn’t buy a sofa because I knew I would never sit on one, but my dad convinced me otherwise: You don't know, he'd say. What if you ... Read More