12 little things that made up my year.


JANUARY {this apartment, and getting to choose it as I moved 250 miles from home}


FEBRUARY {the cinnamon on top of this latte, a last at my favorite DC café before the move}


MARCH {this pothos and all its propagated babies slowly filling my apartment}


APRIL {this sink of flowers, for the blog’s first international brand partnership with La Mer}


MAY {the greenery incasing this home in my neighborhood}


JUNE {this sunset, welcoming me home every evening}


JULY {this embroidery, crafted by my grandmother for all her grandchildren}


AUGUST {these noodles, for being one of the only things to get me out of the apartment on 100 degree days}


SEPTEMBER {these icecreams on a perfect beach day}


OCTOBER {this view at the end of every morning run}


NOVEMBER {this license, from when my grandfather was a Baltimore taxi driver in the 1950s}


DECEMBER {this first sourdough loaf, on the last day of the decade}



no. 1 // this vintage end table, estimated to be from mid-century China and a beautiful new project


no. 2 // my new little niece, who’s photo won’t be coming to blog despite the fact that I have dozens of them already


no. 3 // my mother’s pies, for keeping tradition alive every Christmas


no. 4 // long backyard walks at my childhood home


other things:

Christmas is a feminist issue.

a reminder of the paradoxical issues in our society.

a win for workers.

tech that goes the extra mile for representation.


no. 1 // this sunlight, streaming in Sunday morning as a little reminder of all the light despite the shadowy times it feels like I’m currently in


no. 2 // this photo, serving as a very special memory with my granddad, who we lost this week


no. 3 // our sourdough starter, Scooby 2.0 who is nearly matured and will be made into a beautiful loaf this weekend


no. 4 // this haircut, a both liberating and cathartic chop I gave myself 3 am because life is too short to wait for an appointment


other things:


a very special holiday tradition.

this word of the year.

holiday magic is killing us.

this nyc history in my backyard.