OLLIVANTHOUSE

mallow + asphodel


  • Commonplace: April

    Some notes from April— a day trip to Austin, building a wardrobe postpartum, a newfound obsession for calendula ointment, the start of warmer days. Continue reading

  • Commonplace: March

    A brief dispatch from my craft room. Acquisitions: Patterns ravelry.com/melollivant — my projects here Continue reading

  • Make, Or Do Without

    The process of making something brings me more fulfillment than simply buying it. It takes longer to have it, but there’s learning involved. How something comes into our lives matters more to me now. Whatever enters our home should be useful and beautiful— and fit with the rest of our things. Ideally, there should be Continue reading

  • When You Don’t Know the Last Time Will Be the Last Time

    Yesterday evening my husband put together a small bed for our eldest. That morning we had gone to IKEA for some basics we needed around the house— a bedside lamp, a bookcase, a task lamp for my sewing table, a pair of small knives, bed linens, a frame for the Grandma Moses print in the Continue reading

  • An Ongoing To Do List

    Writing something down almost always makes me vow to do it. Without a real sense of urgency (e.g. I have to schedule an eye appointment or else I’m stuck wearing glasses from three prescriptions ago) or a deadline (e.g. today is the last day to return this book) I can put off a project until Continue reading

  • Notes on Homemaking

    My son has been here for 6 months as of March 1st. I don’t remember time slipping by this quickly with Frances, or maybe the habit of checking off her monthly milestones made me more cognizant of the days, slowing down the weeks. There is a rhythm to having one that I found easy to Continue reading

  • Commonplace: February

    A few days too many passed and the sourdough starter my husband had been lovingly tending to died. Out went the too-large mason jar it lived in. I surprised him with a new Weck tulip jar– it’s currently sitting on our windowsill. Since I felt homesick and missed the Culver City Farmers Market, where I Continue reading