Third time’s a charm! I finally got to show off my decorating skills with a house tour on Apartment Therapy. The fact that it happened with my house that I was able to purchase is icing on the cake. This tour is only a small fraction of the changes I was able to make to take it from the listing to my HOME.
I almost didn’t go on my walk this morning. But, my body needed to be outside. I wanted to walk around my neighborhood and remind myself that I live in a good place. A place with neighbors who organized a solidarity demonstration this afternoon. As I stood amongst them, I felt as if I was surrounded by love. It was beautiful and a much needed regeneration after this mentally draining week. However, that feeling was stripped bare when I got home and saw what was posted on the Citizen app about our peaceful protest. Throughout the time we were standing along Harford road, three police officers stood nearby, watching us. The police helicopter circled around above us, multiple times, putting our tax dollars to good use. Our group of maybe 50 Hamilton-Lauraville residents, armed with our handmade signs, face masks, and a desire for a more just country was being closely monitored. Luckily for us, the cops deemed our protest acceptable. A lot of white people like quoting MLK, Jr., admonishing black people for their manner of protest. Yet, it seems they forgot how many times those peaceful protests led to water hoses, police batons raining down on black bodies, vicious dogs being sicced on marchers, and churches being firebombed. It can be hard to keep up with the ever-moving goalposts of what is deemed acceptable and what is not. Do I condone burning down businesses? No. But had I just witnessed my brother cry out for our mother, pleading with his last breath that he was dying and he couldn’t breathe because a cop thought kneeling on a handcuffed man was appropriate and his three fellow officers deemed that acceptable….I would be a walking tower of rage. I would ignite fires everywhere I needed to in order to get people’s attention so that justice could be served. This image contains an incomplete list of black people who have been murdered by the police. At the bottom is just enough space for another name. My name just happens to fit perfectly there. So does my brother’s. I hope it doesn’t take my dead body for some of you to stop being complicit and start being anti-racist. But maybe it will. #SAYTHEIRNAMES #BLACKLIVESMATTER
It’s that time of year folks – time to shop the Anthropologie Gift Guide!
In this ever depressing political climate, isn’t it nice to know that we can always depend on Anthropologie to provide us with unrealistic gifts that we can spend our hard earned money on? I mean, the buyers at Anthropologie are truly doing God’s work.
At long last, we have been blessed with the possibility of an actual snowstorm- Snowstorm Stella. Winter 2016/2017 has been one of the mildest winters on record, but alas! March 2017 is proving to be the most fickle month ever. I have become accustomed to not putting too much faith into previous winter’s behavior. Every year we get hotter and hotter and the seasons become less and less. Soon, Maryland will just be Summer and Winter. It was in the 60s and 70s for the majority of February. It was in the 70s just last week and now, tomorrow, we are expecting a snowstorm that will bring anywhere from 3-5″, 6-9″, or my personal favorite 8-12″. Either way, I will not have work tomorrow. With it forecasted to snow all night and for the majority of the working day tomorrow, most schools and businesses will be closed. That is really all I wanted. No one should have to go through an entire winter without at least one snow day. Otherwise, what’s the point of winter without snow?
Mondays are truly the worst! After a relaxing weekend of mimosa sipping and t.v. watching, having to get up, get dressed, and put on a bra is just too much to ask sometimes. Yesterday was no exception.
At 5:45 am, Saturday morning, I laid awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. My body was apparently ready to get going. So, that’s what I did. I got up and made my way to Baltimore’s Pennsylvania Station to board the MARC train to Union Station with 6 other friends. Three of them brand new to me that morning. We stood outside in the dreary rain mist for two and a half hours waiting to board a train. Continue reading “I marched, now what?”→
Mother’s Day has totally snuck up on me. I know, it’s this Sunday so technically there’s still time for a last-minute gift. However, I am more of a two weeks out planner, but I was just now able to get the materials for this succulent planter. I honestly don’t even know if my mom likes succulents. I know she likes plants, so I’m just going to go with it.
Ah, the holiday shopping season’s last minute craze has officially begun. Stores are emailing you every hour about last minute sales and new inventory additions. Facebook is a virtual shopping circulator with all the ads that are popping up and following you from your recent Google searches.