In the same way that Moana comes from voyagers, I come from dumpster divers. My Great Granny Florence would go "shopping" at the dumpsters in Alexandria, VA and bring home any and every item that was in reasonable and recognizable condition. My first jewelry box was a mini wooden wardrobe-style contraption (like, 11 inches tall)… Continue reading I AM (the) MOANA (of thrift shopping)!
When we looked at the forecast we realized we needed to wear ALL of our clothes. We had this fantasy that we were going to wander up 5th Avenue, looking at the holiday window displays, with a hot chocolate in our hands. But the reality is that our hands were too cold to take out… Continue reading Scenes from a Christmas in Manhattan