Eating a fresh, crisp, delicious Granny Smith apple with a fresh manicure makes me feel a) totally awesome and b) like I might poison a princess sometime soon. If you live around Brooklyn with 7 other little dudes and are always cleaning your house… WATCH OUT!
Little by little the bird feathers its nest, and object by heart burnished object we surround ourselves with lovely necessities of memory and function. It is these things that make a silly Apartment a Home or a silly Wednesday an Occasion.
Whether my nest is an old farmhouse, a sixth floor tenement walk up, or a brownstone basement... whether I share it with family, vagabonds, women of heart and mind, or a little brown cat and a sweet ginger banjo, my principal joy is filling it with light and laughter (and corralling).
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2 thoughts on “Beware, Ms. White”
Hey, hold on there, Sweetcheeks! With all due respects to Granny, by any chance do we also need to acknowledge Red My Fortune Cookie’s part in that complementary color splash?
Why yes, grasshoppa.