Bauhaus - All We Ever Wanted Was Everything
I spent a large part of my morning traipsing around the Bloomingdale Trail. It was the perfect fall day - sunny with a chill in the air. I didn’t see another soul the entire time I was up there and in the midst of dead plants and broken glass I felt more peaceful than I have in a long time.
Little Miss Charolette Dommel decided to make her first appearance in this world at 2:07pm this afternoon.
I love you, Templeton Rye.
I’m planning a whiskey-tasting party during my visit to Chicago. You should come and bring this!
Wait.
What?
Why haven’t I heard about this?
I’m invited, right?
Come home soon. We miss you, and we want to drink whiskey with you. xo.
In case you wanted to know what the employees at Elle are putting on their feet. It’s not all ridiculously high and expensive heels.
I’m making this cornbread and sausage stuffing (vegan style) for Bounty on the Prairie this year. The potluck, along with a Thanksgiving night trip to Neo with Jash, are my Chicago-Thanksgiving traditions. What are your Thanksgiving plans?
I’m going to miss waking up to Carl Kasell.
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