I am currently sitting in a windmill in West Yarmouth, surrounded by white wood-paneled walls, strange nooks filled with fake flowers, and sea shell-encrusted tissue box holders, complete with iron spiral staircase and cozy turret bedroom. My housemates and I are spending a weekend here and calling it Creativity Camp: giving ourselves time to write, think, read, make home movies for our web series, all sorts of nonsense, all in the comforts of someone else’s home.
I decided to write a blog post for my first activity of Creativity Camp. I don’t have any pictures of this place yet, so instead I wanted to give myself space for a brief retrospective. I think I’ll work backwards.
For New Years, we set this German drink on fire:
Mareike wielded the ladle of fire with precarious aplomb.
For Christmas, I was home in Georgia with family. I got to see the Gravitt’s:
And the Story’s:
And got to spend lots of time with my brother, sister-in-law, and niece:
Audrey and Bryce are always the life of the party:
Before my trip to Georgia, though, the Gazebo threw a post-apocalyptic themed Christmas party, “Apocalypse SNOW.” Everyone was required to attend in their best festive desolate attire. Here are few shots that I think encapsulate the evening:
I mean, what could top a gif of Erin and I singing to Lady Gaga in crazy costumery? Only one thing, folks: cookware.
My very first le creuset. I bought it for myself this past fall because guess what? I’m a grown ass woman. Here’s its inaugural voyage:
Then, Judy, like the saint that she is, bought me another for Christmas!
It’s a bright light in a dark land. On a garbage island full of garbage people, these will last a lifetime.
Tata for now,