First Snow

The Weekend

Friday evening.

A walk in which the leaves matched my boots.

WANT.

Egg pants.

I would have killed a man for these toy groceries as a child, especially on my battery-powered miniature conveyor belt. Via swissmiss.

Good Morning

New Hue

Not Lying is Impossible

Maira Kalman from her New York Times blog.

November

It's finally starting to get chilly and the heat's kicking into our ancient radiators, loud and clangy, demanding my attention. I love the fall, but today I'm thinking of Brooklyn in the summer.