Toddler togs.

Vintage foodies.

The elders of the cookbook shelf.

Princess pink meets black.

A few years ago I got an incredibly saccharin sparkly pink polish for free.  It’s the type of color you’d use to touch up the paint job on a Barbie sports car.  I’ve recently discovered how to use it: layered over eggplant-verging-on-black polish.  Thank goodness.

On tap.

Being excited about a new kitchen faucet can only mean one thing: I am getting older.

Window snow.

Feathery ice.

These ice crystals on the living room window look like down feathers to me.

Snow prints.

Spotted tracks on our front porch.  Upon further examination I have determined it was a canis lupis familiaris, of the black and white rat terrier variety.