I’m the mother of a four-year old only child. This can only mean one thing: if I don’t carve some time out of my house-cleaning schedule to play with her, I feel like a total creep for subjecting her to a life of loneliness and solitude. Ugh. Stupid freaking mom guilt. It’s not that I
Tag: vintage
I love my record player. I’ve had my Panasonic dual-cassette turntable for probably about 25 (or more) years now. It’s covered in ridiculous stickers and sits on top of my dresser, tucked away in our closet / ironing / workout room. I’ve dragged it with me through all of my moves through my 20s, along
