The Art of Forgery

I slept (or at the very least lightly dozed) through my required Art History course in college (I think it was 20th century impressionists?). It was an early morning class (9 am), in a small, slightly too-warm room, with the lights off, and the whir of an over-head projector that cast slightly out-of-focus French impressionists… More The Art of Forgery


A few months ago we had the Asian pear tree taken out, then I ripped out the jasmine, and started a pintrest board to plot out new landscaping in the front of the house. I got pavers, dug out root systems, amended the soil, and procrastinated. Then it started raining, and then it rained some… More commitment