Bread for Kristen

When I grieve, I bake bread. I wasn’t raised in a family that loved baking; the recipes I know, I learned from articles I found online. As such, I’m not really sure when I figured out the therapeutic role of making and kneading dough. But the last few years have put me through some hard

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How to Make Apple Cider

Like every blogger and/or twenty-something craft lover in the world, I’m obsessed with fall. Fall has the cutest clothes, the best foods, and the perfect weather: crisp and colorful. But my boyfriend, Ken, is less convinced. “It’s different in Holland,” he told me ominously. “You’ll see.” It took me about a week into September to

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10 Snarky Halloween Phone Wallpapers for Basic Witches

If you’ve been keeping up with this blog, you may have noticed that I’ve been on a Halloween kick lately. My skin can barely keep up with all the makeup remover I needed after the 9 Halloween tutorials I’ve done! But today’s post isn’t a makeup tutorial or a DIY post. I’m actually just popping

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3 Fantasy Halloween Costumes

I’ve been having a lot of fun with making my own costumes lately (see my Taylor Swift costume post, my cluttered bathroom sink, and my drugstore makeup receipts for confirmation). Though I didn’t really celebrate Halloween in college and it’s not a major holiday in the Netherlands, I love the creative opportunity in designing my

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Damn the Torpedoes: For Kristen

In the days after Ken’s diagnosis, I was awash with grief. I’m someone who is always trying to do things. So I did. I helped Ken cut up his food when his hands struggled to hold a knife; I tied his shoes for him when his fingers couldn’t grasp the laces; I made a map with

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Wellesley in Hindsight

I wasn’t supposed to go to Wellesley. As a high school sophomore, I fell hopelessly in love with the idea of a college in Pennsylvania. I read books about the college’s history, lived in their oversized blue sweatshirt, and wrote the college’s name on the inside of my wrist to make myself focus in class.

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Minimalism, and the Thing About Things

I’ve never been much of a minimalist. From the ages of 12 to 17, my primary goal in life seemed to be to accumulate things. Nail polishes, pairs of earrings, books to read, crafts supplies. Once, on a trip to Prague with my aunt, I bought twelve different pashminas. All for me. Did you hear me? Twelve.

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Date With Myself

I don’t like to be alone. Back in college, I did all my work in common spaces, so that whether I was focusing on a paper or studying for an exam, I could do it around other people. I loved my dorm community, where I spent every dinner, every evening, every weekend surrounded by friends.

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