



Intern and I have fallen into the tradition of hosting a New Year’s Eve party each year, not because we love the holiday, but because we don’t love leaving the house on NYE. We’re hermits at heart, and we love to trick our friends into joining us. I’d much rather bump into friends at home than assholes at a bar. There! I said it. Slippers are heartily encouraged at these parties, as is posing with our cats in our makeshift hallway photo booth.






Yum! What a divine spread.
I love the lit up “S” you have. Where did you find such a treasure? I’ve been wanting giant letters forever!
We found our S here at the Alemany flea market, then we pried it open and threaded in a string of rope lights!
That is super cool! Sounds like I have been looking in the right places … I’ll just have to continue to keep my eyes peeled.
Happy New Year!! XOXO