♥ 'tis the season for soup.

hello dolls! it has been way too long.
i wish i could tell you i was doing something constructive
with my free time, but with the waning daylight hours,
the craziness of retail life, and taking care of the cutest baby 
on earth, i have been doing not much else.

one thing i did manage to do was cook a yummy soup,
perfect for cold nights like the ones we have been having
here in boston, as of late.

here's the recipe, if you care to try it!

vegetarian tuscan kale and white bean soup

2 tbsp extra virgin olive oil
1 cup diced yellow onion
4 large garlic cloves, roughly chopped
(1) 32 oz box of vegetable broth
4 cups of chopped kale
(1) 4.5 oz can of diced tomatoes
(2) 4.5 oz cans of cannelini beans, drained and rinsed
2 large carrots, peeled and sliced


1) in a large saucepan, heat olive oil over medium heat
2) add onion and cook 3 minutes
3) add garlic and cook 2 minutes longer
4) add broth, kale, tomatoes and carrots and cover
5) cook 5 minutes or until kale is tender
6) add beans and heat thoroughly
7) enjoy!!


♥ "social media"

I must check Facebook
a hundred thousand times
a day.
At least.
Uncovering clues to a mystery
that eludes me.
Endlessly reloading.
It's got to be there.
The top ten reasons men
finally decide to settle down.
The key to losing belly fat.
Foods that help your yoga practice.
The world is made for you.
Designed by your desires.
You're more than loved.
You're liked.
Breathing digital air.
Becoming one with the digital
demigods in thought
and prayer.
Digital prayer.
Digital devotion.
Realtime digital creation.
Celebrity mugshots.
Which New England town are you?
50 life hacks that'll save you money.
No two newsfeeds are the same.
My brain cells merging
into ads.
Searching for salvation
in a comment box.

* another great poem from my talented friend, adam, 
whose facebook i love to steal poetry from :)


♥ baby needs a new pair of shoes.

after going bare foot the whole summer, it is about time mr. henry got a new pair of shoes.
so, you can imagine my excitement when i was contacted by uncommon goods and offered
my choice of baby booties from their remarkable website.

if you have never heard of uncommon goods, this brooklyn-based internet boutique
carries hand-made, often up-cycled or re-cycled products that range from home decor to
personalized gifts and everything in between. each piece is so unique and "uncommon" that
one would think you traveled somewhere special to find such different objects, when in
reality, it was only your fingers that did the traveling
(down a little road called the information super highway, that is ;)

with the holidays coming up, this is going to be the first site i hit!!
fabulous quality + handmade loveliness = a no brainer.
check out some of their fun stocking stuffers here.

their gifts under $25 (here) are just about the most creative goods i have ever seen
rounded up in one affordable space and their gifts under $50 (here) make me
laugh at the thought of going to the mall to shop for presents.

                                    i mean really, can you even stand the cuteness? i can't.


♥ the art of losing isn't hard to master.

for as long as i can remember, my sunday afternoons
 looked something like this:

my mom, aunt, grandmother and uncles hanging out in the kitchen,
gossiping and drinking coffee while my sisters, brother and visiting
cousins ran around playing all sorts of games, occasionally throwing a
paper airplane into the room asking one of the "adults" to take us
shopping, or to serve as a judge in a dance competition, 
or audience to one of our many plays.

days like those were once so typical, so predictable, so reliably 
regular that i never realized how special they were until i
grew up and lost many of the beloved family members 
that made those times so much fun.

this weekend, my favorite uncle passed away,
leaving a big hole in our hearts that could only be filled
with his loving presence, his terrific sense of humor, and his 
delicious cooking. my unckie made even the most ordinary of days 
into something extraordinary, and i am so sad that henry will
not get to know just how "great" his great uncle was.

"there is little to remember of anyone- an anecdote, a conversation at table.
but every memory is turned over and over again, every word, however chance, 
written in the heart in the hope that memory will fulfill itself, and become flesh,
and the wanderers will find a way home, and the perished, whose lack we
always feel, will step through the door finally and stroke our hair with 
dreaming, habitual fondness, not having meant to keep 
us waiting so long." 

~marilynne robinson, housekeeping

“normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. let me learn from you, love you, 
bless you before you depart. let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.
 let me hold you while  i may, for it may not always be so. one day i shall dig my nails into the earth,
 or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky and want, 
more than all the world, your return.” 

~ mary jean irion

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