new sheets & the puppies who can't resist them. we tried hard for about 30 minutes to keep them off…but then figured, hey, we have no door to our bedroom. they'll get up there anyway.
this one loves her belly scratches. if you even look at her from across the room and make one step toward her, she'll roll on her back in anticipation.
a new-to-me book from the thrift store full of diana f+ photographs. it's a refreshing reminder that taking photos is, in the first place, about capturing imperfect narratives.
still obsessed with the espresso machine. best purchase of our lives.
books, books, books. in college i used to leave them in stacks all over the place. next to the bed, on the table (even using stacks as tables), but after my copy of the sartorialist got ripped to shreds (ahem, archibald), i think you understand my hesitation. before we leave the apartment, we make sure there are no books or magazines in spots where he can grab them. last week, i came home and saw robbie's prized gq with joseph gordon-levitt on the cover in smithereens and let out a sound so animalistic, it should really only be reserved for people watching, like, apocalypse now for the first time, or really any part of p.s. i love you. i mopped up my tears with the cover.
(p.s. yes, we've finally started to crate the dude.)
and other various snippets. a big new candle that makes our home smell like cookies. bowls & plates end up on the table when i decide to re-re-re-arrange the kitchen. every week-ish. and yes, bernie rolled on her back right after that photo, as if to say, "it's on."
one snap from that 30 minute period when we made a valiant effort to keep him off the bed.
and some favorite plates. i have this thing about taking out my favorite things and just...looking at them. it's weird. i do that when i get a new dress. i pull it out and stick it on the wall so i can look at it. and then i don't wear it for 6 months because i'm scared of using (and ruining) nice things.