me-made: bumble bumble

It’s one of those days where the camera is willing but the lighting is weak. I had visions of twirling about in my newest handmade creation, but only five of my ~20 photos were remotely passable, and it’s too damn hot for work ethic. I gave up in favor of vanilla iced tea and a…

she soon became bone from the fish and the foam

“Nobody swims up here,” said my godmother, when she took me to the beach on my last afternoon in California. Ha – Skye [surname redacted] swims anywhere. Fifty-degree waves? Balmy, when you’re from Vermont. Janice was happy to perch on a rock in her windbreaker; I pranced in the surf, feeling like Lewis and/or Clark….

welcome to sunny hartford

Like a lot of vintage girls, I’m not much for summer. Its novelty wears off far quicker than other seasons’. Spring and fall I could savor forever; I love that in-between. Summer and winter are altogether too in your face. So when we spirited off to ConnectiCon, I took advantage of an air-conditioned hotel to…

me-made: all i need’s a fruit hat

Older ladies often find me charming, but instead of pinching my cheeks, they want to give me vintage. In twenty-four hours, one middle-aged customer at work offered to bring me her great-aunt’s hats (!!!), and another pressed a heaping sack of fabric into my arms. “It was my mother’s,” she said, “and I can’t think…

what you learn in san francisco

It is easy, when you’re eccentric, to pass for a local. “Are you going to a costume party?” said everyone ever. My no didn’t faze them; I was hardly the weirdest thing they’d seen that day. That hour, even. Streetcars are Darwinism in action. No seatbelts, no handholds. You’re front and center in the daily…

me-made: and we’re back!

In one week I’ve attended a wedding on one coast and a funeral on the other, and in between I took four (yes, four) memory cards of photos. I bounced from San Francisco vistas to hidebound Connecticut, and I’m finally home in Vermont’s mountain cradle. Even humidity feels like a hug when you’ve been gone…