It’s like clockwork. I turn in a story that has been particularly interesting/challenging/long (I’ll post it here when I can,) and, not a moment too soon, my mind becomes completely preoccupied with baking/sewing/cooking/just generally creating. I need my home! Or, at least just my kitchen…? Sewing machine? (And thank you, Leipziger Straße, for providing me with a quick wool/bamboo needle fix!)
It's true: Food and shelter mags are my kind of porn
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Eames lounge chairs definitely qualify!