Jack has noted before that it’s difficult to find the perfect gift for me because I’m completely random in terms of what I become emotionally attached to. It has nothing to do with the cost of a thing: I’m an avid thrift store shopper and a bit of a pinch penny. I was very attached to a small salsa can for a while on the Shanti. I’ve been carrying around half a black walnut shell since Fain, now nearly 19, was four because we both thought it was funny how much it looked like a pig’s snout. I still have a small, plastic, glow-in-the-dark cat I found in a dusty parking lot after my sweet cat Squeaky died.

Then, there’s this rose kimono. The featured image is one of the earliest photographs that I can find, and it was taken on our family vacation in the northeast in 2016. It was already second-hand when I got my grubby little mitts on it, and it’s practically gossamer with age by now. Who knows how many more years I can hold it together before I have to turn the stringy scraps into something new? A favorite sundress gave up the ghost more than two decades ago, and I’m still using its remains in craft projects.

Anyway, since this is my website and my blog, I’ve decided to curate some of my favorite things based on how they show up in my Instagram feed. I like the idea because it reflects something about me and my own history and how these favorite things create a connection between me, today right now, and all the other versions of me from times past.

August 27, 2022

March 30, 2020

March 29, 2020

April 25, 2019

July 27, 2018

July 12, 2018

May 25, 2018

May 10, 2018