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
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
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
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
I’ve been a fan of Taylor Swift since her first album. As the years have passed and she’s released new music, I’ve loved seeing her evolve as an artist, which is why the “Look What You Made Me Do” music video was so fun for me to watch. Seeing all the past versions of Taylor together
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
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.
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.
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.