


The acorn squash that has been sitting on my counter for a week. And also why H generally wants to duct-tape my mouth shut on a daily basis. Which is partially why I so rarely post these days. My brain, full of wedding-related things. Relatedly–things that are no longer stuffed: my wallet. I have four words for you: Fleece-Lined Flannel Shirt.

My closet, after a whirlwind side-trip to the L.L Bean flagship store and surrounding outlets in Freeport, ME. We waited for an hour for a table at Fore Street ( ) on Saturday night. Portland, Maine: who knew? Well–a lot of people, as it turns out. It’s so New Englandy and charming that not even a freak October snowstorm could hinder our enjoyment. H and I got a lot of quizzical looks when we announced we were headed there for a weekend away, but for real, the place is a goldmine of adorable shops and to DIE for food. Me, after a weekend spent eating my way through Portland, Maine.
