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Watch as our 1923 rowhouse goes from crappy to less crappy.

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Books as art. You may have noted our struggles with getting any sort of art up on our walls. The little that we do have remains unhung (except for this notable exception…and this one). But the bigger problem is that any kind of decent, grown-up art is really expensive. However, I’ve been inspired lately by the idea of book displays as art. Because Keith and I are both English majors and book nerds, we have lots of books. And I love nothing more than something that is both beautiful and functional.

I want a piano.

The typewriter has finally emerged from the basement and has a home atop the radiator cover in the dining room. The flowers Keith bought for me this weekend are keeping it company. I love this typewriter. It belonged to my great-aunt, and I used it to type the addresses on our wedding invitations. It is shockingly hard to type on the thing. Addressing the invitations gave me a lot of respect for early 20th century secretaries.

The typewriter has finally emerged from the basement and has a home atop the radiator cover in the dining room. The flowers Keith bought for me this weekend are keeping it company. I love this typewriter. It belonged to my great-aunt, and I used it to type the addresses on our wedding invitations. It is shockingly hard to type on the thing. Addressing the invitations gave me a lot of respect for early 20th century secretaries.

Ornaments on the tree. It’s really Christmastime now.

Ornaments on the tree. It’s really Christmastime now.

Jack is 9 months old today. We went to Rock Creek Park for a short walk, and Jack acquired both a pinecone (from the ground) and a corncob (from a park ranger). These two things have made him happier than anything else in the world. Happy 9-month birthday, Jack. May all your birthdays be filled with corncobs and pinecones.

Jack is 9 months old today. We went to Rock Creek Park for a short walk, and Jack acquired both a pinecone (from the ground) and a corncob (from a park ranger). These two things have made him happier than anything else in the world. Happy 9-month birthday, Jack. May all your birthdays be filled with corncobs and pinecones.

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Toy displays with lots of dinosaurs. And robots. And guns…

I made ornaments. Boom.

I made ornaments. Boom.

Last year, we were Christmas tree-less. This year we have a tree—but it’s currently decorations-less. But I have a plan. Really, I do. Our chic black Christmas tree is all put together. We have a few ornaments and few lights, but not really enough for the whole tree. So…I’ve decided to make some ornaments. You’re probably laughing, thinking to yourself, “She never finishes anything. That tree will be bare on Christmas morning.” Well, you’re probably right, but I’m going to try anyway. I’m going to use this lovely tutorial for felt ornaments from the Purl Bee (and also this one) to make some really fine decorations for our really fine tree. Then I’m going to buy this gorgeous wooden star to put on top of the tree. It will be festive and tasteful and completely ours. I will get it done. It will be a Christmas miracle.

I am determined to update the blog more. Jack is cheering me on with his new clapping skills.

The table is here. In Keith’s words, it’s really pink.

The table is here. In Keith’s words, it’s really pink.

Jack turned 8 months old yesterday. He also finally figured out how to crawl. Big day for our big boy. And now that he’s so grown up and so very busy, it is exceedingly hard to take a photo of him. If he’s smiling, he’s moving. If he’s still, he looks bewildered. The photo shoots are going to have to be a lot longer from now on.