Ethical fashion, home decor, green living.
I can’t tell the difference between the birds and dry leaves that flit across the grass. It’s green now. The sad grey-brown has dissolved with winter and the robins dig their bright needle beaks into the soil, hopping across lawns that have come up for …
Growing up every Easter, my mom and Nonna would make cuzzupe (pronounced catsupo in our dialect)—Italian easter bread braided with hard-boiled eggs nested inside. It was sweet and tinged with anise flavour, and the dough would pull apart dreamily. My mom would make individual breads …
Deep breath. I pause and let my eyes soften as I follow the sway of the tree branches outside my second-floor window. The buds are only beginning to burst in shocks of neon green in the sky. The sweep of cars and bicycles colour the …
Giving all-ethical gifts is an absolute dream. Sharing intentional, sustainable products that are made well and have meaning behind them is my goal for the holidays. Of course, it gets pricey to do it. So I’ll be sharing two gift guides with you this year! …
There’s nothing better than a day at home. I’m lucky enough to work at a company that supports working from home as a method of self-care if you’ve got a long commute, and with my 4h/day travel time, it does take a lot out of …
I used to be afraid to wear my everyday clothes camping, for fear that I’d ruin them. And it’s understandable—you don’t want to get a hole in an ethical piece you’ve saved up for, or in the perfect vintage jeans you spent months searching for. …
My dad and I co-own a vintage Volkswagen camper (a bay window Westfalia, 77 for those of you who are into vintage vehicles). Last summer her engine blew, so we missed out on camping the whole summer. She got repaired, and we decided to kick …
If you’ve been following me for a while, you’ll know that I proudly sleep on a twin-sized bed. I’m unapologetic, not just because it’s all I need, but also because it makes my room seem so much bigger, and it’s a cinch to make the …
It’s been a few weeks since I was in Ecuador, but it is still tugging at me, in the sweetest, best possible way. So: it’s time to sit down, write it out, and share PART 1: prepping to go to the Amazon. I hadn’t been …
I was always an unapologetically introverted cynic. Until I seriously, reliably, faithfully started to post on social media. When I left university, my first thought wasn’t “I wonder how I’m going to make friends.” Most of us don’t realize until years later that …