my darling pup girl is eight today. EIGHT. sixty-four in dog years. as I scrambled her eggs this morning, she blinked wearily as she politely sat nearby, watching as the runny mess sizzled in the pan before me. I felt a pang in my heart as I hoped her drowsy blinking was just a result of the early morning hour, and not her aging little body. I'm sure I've told the story here before, but I...

//original pic via.// here's a little of what I've been listening to, as of late. rocking leon bridges on vinyl maybe a little bit too often. and naturally, missed the window to get tickets to his show at the ryman in march. george ezra and leon bridges and hozier have voices that will just haunt you in the best way possible. we saw alessia cara at ACL and she kicked so much ass. I just...

//via.// we've hit that stride: the last quarter of the year when the days dissolve at an ever-increasing pace, weekends are always full, and you've just swapped the sundresses for boots and all at once, it's Christmas eve. every year, I swear I'll savor it more--that I won't let fall melt into winter, and then just wake up in a new year--and here it is, almost November. I'm attempting to...