Matchy-matchy. Also, the nib is not an extra-fine…not even a little bit fine.
On International Women’s Day, I’m at my job.
The company I work for is small, but has a staff comprised of one full-time employee (me) and three female independent contractors regularly engaged in active projects. We all sport red on this day, in many different ways. May your environment be as fully supportive of women, their choices, and lives.
This arrived.
Cutting corners on Muji graph notebooks for a JournalJot.
Baked mozzarella chips made by niece.
Note that label doesn’t read Miami, as in the city (which I’ve never been to but heard is quite lovely and lively); it reads “MiaMi,” which only special little people get to call me.
New friends arrived from Leiden.
Joy. And look at those bookmarks!
My people, gaze upon the homemade chocolate-avocado pudding gloriousness my youngest niece (she’s ten) made just for me. My people, this is how I am loved.
We do food truck.
Dinner, prepped by Honored Older Sister.
