this is kramer in what he likes to think is “his spot” on the bed. this spot also happens to be the spot and place where camden sleeps at night. for some reason unknown to us, kramer has decided this spot belongs to camden no more and is forever deemed his and only his. whenever we come home, we find kramer in …. “hey, you’re in my spot!” says camden. kramer just looks at him like ‘ok … this is awkward’. really and seriously though, if camden gets out of bed for just a second, up comes a running kramer, quickly plopping his fluffy warm body down right between where the covers and pillow meet in camden’s spot, just before camden will come back to inevitably kick him out. this back and forth between the two really makes me giggle … and really, this back and forth between the two makes camden think kramer secretly wants camden out … dead … gone … finito. i like to tell camden it’s just because kramer loves him so much and wants to be wherever he has been … then camden mumbles … “fat chance”.   

one new: soft boiled eggs. i love soft boiled eggs. breakfast, dinner, snack …. it doesn’t matter. i have fallen head over heals in love with soft boiled eggs. incase you are wondering (because i know you all are) i have come to find that the perfect soft boiled egg is boiled for six minutes then transferred quickly to ice water. perfecto. muah. 

one old: my late great-grandmother’s typewriter. it’s not especially unique or beautiful, but i love it all the same. our birthday cards growing up were always typed by just this typewriter and i’m grateful to be lucky enough to now have in our home.  

one, industrial green shirt. two, funky round sunglasses. three, lovely pink coat. four, vintage hermes convertible clutch. five, tom dixon candle. six, velvet polkadot pants. seven, beautiful leather boots. eight, cozy socks. nine, handsome men’s scarf. ten, colorfully knitted gloves.

there is always this day in october where the wind picks up and starts ripping leaves off the trees and spiraling them into mini tornados. the dark clouds will eventually start to roll in while the air quickly becomes cooler, crisper, eerier … and from inside the house, a soft howling begins from the wind slipping in between the cracks of the old doors and windows. i like to call this day the perfect halloween storm. today was just this kind of day.








the official ingredients to celebrate the perfect halloween storm include: 
+ fresh delicious donuts
+ apple cider poured piping hot from a tea kettle served with a cinnamon stick
+ someone to snuggle
+ a really good pumpkin candle
+ an old, fun but scary movie.