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My grandma wore housedresses. When she died, and we went through her clothes, it was the one thing that I said absolutely had to be saved. She mostly had two or three in a rotation, but the one I wanted was pink and floral print. It may have come from Hawaii. It took a while before I was bold enough to wear it myself,

Yep, and this isn’t just white people appropriating other cultures. It’s young, privileged (often thin) influencers trying to fancy up something that the old and the poor just wear as a matter of fact. These are dresses that a lot of women wore when I was growing up, in a not-good neighbourhood. My grandmother wore

As a Canadian of a certain age, I grew up with housecoats and I still wear housecoats. There is no particular distinction, here, between a housecoat and any other robe, although a really flimsy or silky one might have been a peignoir or something back in the day.

This has been the worst year. My mom died in February, yesterday I lost my job, my mother-in-law is in the hospital, my sister is going through some hard times. I want to refocus on the good in my life but it’s so hard right now. Tell me something that’s good and happy, please.

I got the keys yesterday, I’ve camped in the flat and cleaned and decorated and changed the loo seat and hung curtains. My sister helped the first night and a lovely friend and her lovely husband have come to stay for the weekend to help decorate.

May I contradict you? You are resilient as fuck! My Goddess, you’re in the middle of a pandemic and you’ve got the virus! Please, please, be kind to yourself right now. We are so far off the map we’re past the dragons and into the scary alien shit that arrived into our solar system 2 million years ago and has been

Quarantining at home with COVID and had a breakdown today. I have a great husband and kid, a challenging job to return to, and have very few symptoms. But I am an extrovert and lifelong depressive. My best coping mechanisms are to go to work and fake it till I make it, then coast on that momentum in my personal life.

May I wish you all a happy, yet complicated, 100th anniversary of woman suffrage this week. No, the 19th amendment did not win every woman the right to vote. Yes it took decades more to get just even a few steps more for many women of many backgrounds, and every decade we fight and battle for more. But it took 144

She ripped out the crab apple trees that the Kennedy’s planted and put in a concrete sidewalk (probably so she can walk in the garden in her 3 inch stilettos).

A family on my block got evicted this past week. Young couple with a toddler. The neighbors took up a collection and we were able to to give them almost $300. People offered to store some of their stuff in garages till they can figure something out. Others put together a food box. We all were pretty much

Nice Mermaid vibeIvibe from the placemats freshand chargers!

Divorce is hard on kids, but not divorcing is, too. I’m sorry they got stuck with parents whose relationship has turned out to be toxic for them. It must be particularly difficult for Angelina’s kids to have gone from a relatively uncomplicated single-mom-with-a-million-resources household to the performative family

You probably thought that call was about you. 

Ah, yes, the old ‘she didn’t bring a claim back when it happened so it must not have happened’ chestnut.

This is a friendly reminder that people also talk not friendly about mexicans in California, or anywhere else there are mexicans in USA.

I suggest the following Mary Stewart novels as housewarming presents!

Oh lord, fabric choice would be fun.

Tomorrow I’ll be heading to the cottage for about 2 weeks (maybe 10 days, maybe 12; we’ll see how bored I get). It’s going to be cold! Getting down as far as 55 F (for you Americans) at night and sometimes not getting past 68 F during the day. I always pack lined jeans, sweaters, a puffy vest and even a puffy winter

Hand/home made anything is the dream. I feel like I’ve been packing and panicking and sulking all week, so I haven’t been particularly successful in the kitchen, but this afternoon I went to see a friend who (after a horrible divorce and a worse post-divorce-relationship and 3 years of homelessness) has moved into a