Tuesday, June 30, 2009

thank you onnie

My Onnie sent me two dozen Paulette Macarons, just to say hello and that she loves me.  While home in SF celebrating 80 years of grace and hilarity in her honor, we (Onnie, my mom, aunts, and I) sampled the French cookies that had been overnighted the day before; so fresh.  Cutting each into fourths, we avoided a sugary overdose but didn't miss out on the creative flavors.  Favorites included violet cassis, lemon, rose, and chocolate.  Grazie mille Onnie, and happy birthday. Love love love all around.

work space

Where I've always worked my best.  This work space is all too familiar, comfortable, inspirational.

[photo via here]

Sunday, June 21, 2009

seven things

I've been tagged, and sweet Allie has requested I list seven things I love:

1. Travel, specifically anywhere that takes me to Santorini, Florence, Nice, Montecito, or Carmel. 
[Nice, France]

2. Benetint, for my preferred flush.

3. Crisp white linens with Ralph Lauren plaids – simple, classic. 

4. Used books via Amazon.com, and the feeling when sticking it to the mega-bookstore man. 

5. Classic piano, notably anything by George Winston.  I recommend Winston's rendition of Sarah McLaughlin’s Angel.

6. Bikram yoga, because if all else fails, this can make me feel me again. 

7. Seasonal foods, even better if enjoyed at Alice Water’s restaurant, Chez Panisse. 

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

crockpot - party of gen

Two happy words effective enough to change one's mood entirely, especially if that person, as of late, has been stuck in The Rut of Impossible Proportions: Trader Joe’s.

Distance, or lack of convenience, has made my heart grow euphorically fond of the every day/specialty food market, what with their colorful chalkboards, low sodium soups, sweet potted succulents, pre-washed romaine leaves, lentils, and 72% cocoa bars in the check-out line. I’ve been missing TJ’s ever since my move. When I pushed my red cart through the door, my euphoria grew, and so on auto-pilot I shopped with two things in mind: my assembly-required trail mix (roasted almonds, lightly salted cashews, roasted pistachios, dried cranberries and bing cherries) and my recently-acquired crock pot.

As I’ve been told how handy these can be, I picked one up the other day and have been looking forward to trying my trade at “chopping” and “tossing.” Really – that’s all it takes, and the slow cooker does the rest for you. Case in point:

After lugging approximately 800 lbs of groceries up three flights of stairs (I’m never one to make two trips – ever), I took to the chopping board. Think: chicken breast, asparagus, mushrooms, one ripe and juicy heirloom tomato, basil, olive oil, sea salt and pepper, a squeeze of lemon, and a sprinkle of shredded parmesan.

[Crock pot recipes, here.]

Sunday, June 14, 2009


Melancholy is incompatible with bicycling.  - James Starrs

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

amber morely

I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.

[image via here]

Monday, June 8, 2009


I prefer things that are sturdy and industrial and serve a purpose.  Like 1971 Toyota Land Cruisers.  And Filson travel bags.  And going somewhere in a '71 Land Cruiser with a few necessities packed in a Filson travel bag.  Just saying.

Sunday, June 7, 2009


Yoga is invigoration in relaxation.  Freedom in routine.  Confidence through self control.  Energy within and energy without. - Ymber Delecto

I took a hot yoga class yesterday, and my body is feeling the aftermath of inconsistent practice and poorly stretched muscles - every movement hurts but in a beneficial way, as masochistic as that sounds. The heated room felt like home, and although the class was more Hatha Flow than Bikram (read: a different take on Bikram's 26 posture workout plus headstands) - and even though I spent a good amount of time watching, doing, and then catching up - the class made me feel me again.

And now here comes the hard part: figuring a way to work regular practice into my every-day.  Because I need it now more than ever.

Saturday, June 6, 2009


Really enjoying these French prints (credit to Nichole) by Labokoff.  The colors and the texture are excellent, fuzzy but crisp.  And of Paris, no less.  I especially love that nostalgic blue in the painting above; it reminds of me of the gorgeous, heavy silk and taffeta curtains that hung in our dining room in our old home.  Sigh.