It’s 6:15 on Thanksgiving morning, and you’re standing in the kitchen in your robe, staring at a turkey that should have gone in the oven twenty minutes ago, while a sticky note on the fridge lists four side dishes you…
Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing since Tuesday. Your sister-in-law is bringing “something with sweet potatoes,” your cousin’s plus-one is apparently vegan now, and your neighbor just texted asking if she can still bring her green bean casserole even though someone…
The grocery store bouquet is dying in a jar on your counter, three days after you bought it, and somehow it still cost twelve dollars for something that already looks tired. Your kitchen table is supposed to feel like fall;…
It’s 4:47 PM on a Tuesday, and the kitchen table looks like a craft store exploded on it. Glitter is embedded in the grout. Someone (you’re not naming names) used the good scissors to cut a paper turkey and left…
By the time October rolled around, our garage always looked like a graveyard of half-used craft supplies, leftover paint, a drawer of mismatched ribbon, and inevitably, a couple of stray pool noodles left over from summer that nobody quite knew…
Our recycling bin was overflowing with empty toilet paper rolls before I ever found a real use for them. I’d toss them in with vague intentions of “doing a craft project sometime,” and then weeks would pass, the pile would…
Every Thanksgiving, my table centerpiece situation was the same last-minute scramble: a grocery store bouquet grabbed the day before, jammed into whatever vase I could find, wilting slightly by the time guests actually sat down. It looked fine, technically, but…
Every Thanksgiving, I’d pull out the same mismatched plates, throw down whatever tablecloth wasn’t in the wash, and call it done about twenty minutes before guests arrived. The food was always the priority, obviously, but the table itself often looked…
Every year, my front porch went straight from a couple of leftover Halloween cobwebs to bare concrete steps, with nothing in between. I’d tell myself I’d “get to it” once Thanksgiving got closer, and then the holiday would arrive with…
