At a craft fair in Wicker Park, in a small white tent joined with a hundred other small white tents sits a bevy of crystals, delicate brass chains, bundles of sage, and glass bottles full of good vibes and essential oils, amongst it all sits a self proclaimed earth mama and creator of each piece […]Read more "Rose Quartz and Goddess Dust"
Down the street from gas stations, liquor stores with barred windows and defunct shop fronts lies a little gem on the corner of North and Rockwell. A small studio with colored glass glinting from every window shines, even gray skies outside cannot dim the bright art within. The artist, a jovial, fast-talking Chicagoan, opens the […]Read more "Stained Glass and Illumination"
One of my perfect days, because honestly I could think of a lot of things that could make a day perfect, would include eating hot toast and flipping through a great coffee table book. A big vintage book with a floral printed cover and stiff spine, a book that would make me feel like an antiquarian. […]Read more "Watercress and Antiquaries"
Let’s get one thing out of the way right here, right now. Potatoes are great. In my opinion they are one of the best foods. Savory, filling, full of nutrients and perfect just on their own (or dipped in guacamole). Baked potato chippies (and baked sweet potato chips) are my first and last resort meal plan. […]Read more "Baked Chippies and Cumulus Clouds"
I turned in my last project for Uni yesterday! After working through the night, I finished around 5pm yesterday. By the time I fell asleep (or should I say stormed off and passed out on my bed with my clothes still on) I had been awake, and working nonstop, for about 37 hours straight. Oh […]Read more "Chocolate Chip Cookies and Freedom"
It’s a rainy day in Bath Spa, UK like any other day. Hungover, tired and desperately hungry. The sky is a lid and I am the thickened jam in a small glass jar. Now I want jam. And toast. Hot golden crusty toast with a swatch of warm butter and several heaping spoonfuls of my […]Read more "Welcome to This Rainy Afternoon"
Sly candied quinces slosh in sickly sweet syrup, sweet to look at but sour underneath. Peachy orange liquid oozes from the dense stone fruit and surely is sticky to the touch but I dare not infringe on the purity of this rare find. My lips touch the quince and a sour shock runs through my […]Read more "Quince Charming"
The truth is the phrase ‘local produce’ is tossed around with more abandon than ‘superfood’ and ‘organic,’ we’re not exactly sure what it means but it looks good on a label. So what does local really mean? How local is local produce? In many areas, especially in big cities with little agricultural surface area, the […]Read more "More than Meets the Table: The Pros and Cons of Local Produce"