The 22 Tubs Standing Between Me and My Studio
I have 22 tubs of stuff sitting in my one-day studio. After years of moving, storing and trying to sell it all, I’m changing the goal: make a decision about every single thing.
I have 22 tubs of stuff sitting in my one-day studio. After years of moving, storing and trying to sell it all, I’m changing the goal: make a decision about every single thing.
Gardening in Florida’s summer heat didn’t go quite as planned. Between rabbits, hornworms, drought and heavy rain, this season became less about harvesting and more about learning what actually works in my Zone 10A garden.
Some seasons of life quietly pull you inward. You simplify, let go of what wasn’t really you, and come back to what matters most. That’s exactly what happened here. Thimble & Tansy kept calling me home — and I’m back.
pring living in your 70s looks a little different than I expected. A backyard that needs attention, tubs full of decisions, and learning to do things my way. This is my kind of March Madness.
love African violets. And I keep disappointing myself with them. As a February baby, I’ve always paid attention to my birth flower — but maybe if I can’t grow them, I can stitch them instead.
Once a year, we review our recurring expenses and run a subscription audit. This year we found $133.55 leaving our household budget — and over $1,100 eliminated completely.
After weeks of unusually cold weather in Zone 10A, I finally assessed my garden — and was surprised. Here’s what survived, what I’m planting now, and why I’m choosing focus over frenzy this February.
My parents spent their Thursdays chasing ghosts in libraries and cemeteries. I thought they were crazy—until time passed, memories faded, and I inherited boxes of genealogy records with nowhere else to turn.
Last year, I started a series on monthly birth flowers. I’ve decided to revive this topic because I find floriography absolutely fascinating! January’s birth flowers are Carnation and Snowdrop – both beautiful, meaningful, and perfect for crafting.
At the beginning of January, I sketched out what felt like perfectly reasonable goals. One month. Totally doable, right? Here’s what I learned: Life doesn’t care about your perfectly reasonable plans