Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Friday, February 03, 2012
There's something growing in my kitchen...
I know, I know, usually that's a bad thing. Check it out though: kombucha, sourdough starter, kimchi.