There is no ‘I’ in ‘ray gun’, my love

My Bill, my darling, I know we’re saving for the wedding. I completely understand the importance of that. However, I may have bought a space gun online. Just now.

Pocket and Tom’s of Maine*

For while a tube of corporate-conglomerated, naturally-foaming, SLS-free, anticavity-plus-whitening toothpaste is small, Pocket is smaller still.

A Library for your Stomach

You will roll your eyes at this, but this cheese slicer makes me want to open a deli. I’m serious. Little heart-shaped clamp, what a darling. While we’re at it, here’s the storefront… Read More →

Pocket, b612

If we agree that this is true for men, then I suppose we should say that it is especially true in the case of chickens.

Latent Menace in the All-American Pantry

A reputedly sensible adult these days, I am now extremely wary of the suspicious quiet behind the closed doors of my pantry.

What I have to say to all of you on the East Coast

This is a picture of my kitchen in the 1950s: And here it is again this morning: I cannot physically restrain myself from lining up my fruits and veggies. Don’t tease. Our house… Read More →

What I think you should wear this Halloween…

…is THIS dress, from the 40s.  I love how blamelessly wholesome this dress is otherwise: long-sleeved, way past the knees, sensibly neutral. A bit of a snore without the three ENORMOUS sparkly spider… Read More →

Pocket and a bean

  Dedicated to the talented growers of this admittedly enormous runner bean, and to the legacy of the chicken farmers who found nothing better to do than breed the two smallest chickens they could… Read More →

meet Pocket

We named it Pocket. It’s the smallest chicken I’ve ever seen. I think it must be a sparrow, or something close.