Lately I’ve been having all kinds of epiphanies up in here. Not “meaning of life” stuff, but staggeringly obvious insights that mostly annoy me with their tardy blatant-ness. Some
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I’ve Got a Cherry on My Back
I have long been powerless against the cherry. Not the kind you eat, the kind you wear. For reasons not entirely clear to me, from time to time clothing
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Buying and Renovating an Apartment is Not for Pussies Part I
(Update to this post: Here is the finished result; I call our new-ish apartment “Anything Gauche”.) I avoided all sorts of grown-up stickywickets for so long, I guess it
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I’m So Pathetically Not French
When I was a girl I loved to get those little booklets they sold by the cash register at the supermarket. I’d read and re-read all the “1,000 Baby
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Domicidal Maniac
I’m obsessed. I’ve long loved decorating and thinking about decorating, but now that my new husby and I are getting an apartment together, I have an opportunity to actually
