31

It was better than a pretty good year.

Went to New York to see my friend Ann and cousin Grayson. Loved Coney Island. 

Crafted with friends. In a friendly sweatshop sort of way. 

Made dresses for five friends' baby girls. I hope they grow slowly. 

Did a produce share for the first time. Ate more veggies. 

Took Mike to STL for a college reunion. 

Camped/cabined/canoed.

Fed this kid ice cream.

Bucktown garden walked. 

Melted through the summer with Miko's.

Pitchforked.

Met the world's fanciest one-eyed dog.

Watched the Cubbies with these guys. 

Sang karaoke. Mike just listened. 

Went back to Cali to celebrate our anniversary. 

Ate way too much Coalfire pizza. Wait, no I didn't. It was just the right amount. 

Stayed in the same West Town apartment for the 3rd year--a personal record of renting longevity.

Ate romanesco for the first time. Do it, yum. 

Went back to St. Louis to see Neko Case with my friend Ann. 

Got a new job! 

Visited my bestie and her family in Iowa during pumpkin picking season. 

Did some more sewing. 

Made gingerbread boys, a Christmas tradition of Mike's Mom, who passed the torch. 

Got the worst sinus infection/cold I've had in recent memory and had to take steroids to get rid of it. Do not recommend. 

Went to a real NYE party in the snow with this guy and played flip cup. Like classy people do. 

Braved the polar vortex. Every. Day.

Made curtains for my mother-in-law. Learned about repeats. 

Went to Maui with these lovers. 

Thanks, 31. You were good to me.