I didn’t go anywhere new this week, but I did see something new. At our second-favorite Mexican restaurant, which is the same as our favorite only different, I noticed this pictures with doors in. They’re made of metal beaten into low relief and then painted.…

Yes, nail art. You probably thought it would be another imaginary boyfriend, didn’t you? Come on, admit it. But, no! It’s nail art! How did I get obsessed with nail art, of all things??? It’s so Not Me. And yet it is me. Like all…

We were thinking about buying some French doors until we found out how much they cost. Not a chateau in the Loire Valley, mind you, or a flat in mid-town Paris, but a set of doors. Well, we’re from the Portland neighborhood in the West…

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