Tammy Landsiedel

I’m back! I took a little hiatus without a particularly good excuse. Sometimes I forgot I was supposed to get back to this. Sometimes I remembered I was supposed to get back to this and simply… didn’t. Sometimes mental health gets in the way. Sometimes it’s sheer laziness. And sometimes it’s menopause brain, which is apparently my brain’s new operating system. I will forget something approximately seven seconds after thinking about it. I will know exactly what I want to do but suddenly have...

“Some days aren’t about strength. They’re about carrying what never leaves.” There’s the motivational version of Monday that tells everyone to rise, grind, conquer, and glow. It probably gets up, drinks a gallon of water, and does an intense full-body workout before the sun even gets up. And then there’s reality. Reality sometimes wakes up already exhausted. Reality pours coffee like it’s medicine and calls “existing” a full achievement. Grief rewrites the definition of strength whether...

As you know, February was supposed to be the month I made a book nook. A simple creative hobby. Tiny furniture. Cozy vibes. Wholesome miniature joy. Naturally, that is not what happened. Instead, February became a 3D printing adventure. The Part Where I Accidentally Enjoy Something 3D printing quickly became enjoyable — suspiciously enjoyable. I started creating tiny furniture, miniature décor, and all sorts of bits and bobs that were meant to live inside a book nook that did not yet exist....