Friday, December 30, 2011
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
'Fat' is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain.
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
A lover of all things Breakfast at Tiffany's (the movie and the book, but especially the book), this cover of 'Moon River' performed by The Honey Trees - a duo band from San Luis Obispo, CA - is very sweet. Becky Filip sings with perfect dreamy wistfulness. Also, fall in love with their cover of 'Edelweiss'.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany’s at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No. I go for the chandelier; it’s priceless. As I’m taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It’s her father’s business. She’s Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don’t trust her. Besides, I love the cold. Thirty years later I get a postcard. I have a son. And he’s the Chief of Police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She’s been waiting for me all these years. She’s never taken another lover. I don’t care. I don’t show up. I go to Berlin. That’s where I stashed the chandelier.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
You alone will have the stars as no one else has them. In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars were laughing, when you look at the sky at night. You - only you - will have stars that can laugh.
[image via tete perdue]
Friday, April 1, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
My cousin put the following TED.com talk on my radar yesterday, and it moved me in a big way. Tsakos says a lot, but this excerpt resonated powerfully:
There is a revolution. It's a human and technological revolution. It's motion and emotion. It's information. It's visual. It's musical. It's sensorial. It's conceptual. It's universal. It's beyond words and numbers. It's happening.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Dear Cocoa Puffs,
You are downright dangerous. Consider it luck, the way you surreptitiously plopped into our cart, but I guarantee it won't - it can't - happen again. I attribute our recent love affair to my very organic upbringing, but too much of a good thing is just sickening. Literally.
Monday, March 7, 2011
I love all 26 of these fun - and of equal importance - cheap date ideas. Especially the book club for two feature. I don't think B would object, but it might mean waiting for the next Vince Flynn novel to come out (starring covert counter-terrorism agent Mitch Rapp). Compromise is my second middle name.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Parisian woman in the Place de la Concorde by Jean Beraud, 1890
An excerpt from Entre Nous: A Woman's Guide To Finding Her Inner French Girl by Debra Ollivier:
If she can’t afford it, she won’t buy it. If it doesn’t fit (or make her feel good, or flaunt what she’s got), she won’t wear it. If she can’t find it, she won’t compromise. If she loves it, she won’t toss it. She reuses it, rethinks it, lets it age.
When a French girl shops, it isn’t a solitary act of buying something new. It’s part of a lifelong process of editing her environment, making small but meaningful additions to her home, her closet, her life.
When you shop like a French girl, you buy only one of anything – and make sure it’s the best quality you can afford.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Earlier today, I was gifted with an exclusive behind the scenes look into Tony Walker & Company, a brilliant shopping epicenter in Williamsville, NY. The tour came about after winning a contest via TW&Co.'s Facebook page - a fun surprise to reward a silly poem I wrote describing a posted picture of the company's Art Director.
The tour was exceptional, informative, and drool-worthy (in-store brands include Alice + Olivia, Elizabeth + James, DVF, La Perla, Lululemon, and Vince to name a few favorites). While there, I set up my virtual closet, registered for my 50% off birthday coupon, and was handed a darling TW&Co. goody bag.
I decided to give up shopping for Lent, meaning I have six days to get my fix before I put a lid on it. Meaning I may return for my second tour, tomorrow.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Monday, February 28, 2011
After hosting family and friends for the last two weekends, it felt so good to sit and watch the Academy Awards with B. We shared Prosecco with a squeeze of a Meyer lemon, makeshift appetizers adapted from Saturday night's feast, and savored the completion of the new wall unit, a project three months coming.
We burned through our winter cord of wood earlier this weekend, and it took a few moments to understand why the table saw was screeching just moments before the red carpet began. But, when B walked in with huge armfuls of former 2x4's, it made my night. He knows that where there is fire, there is cuddling. Smart boy.
p.s. LIFE's Best Oscar Photos
Labels: weekend wanderings
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Your first family is your blood family and you always be true to that. That means something. But there’s another family and that’s the kind you go out and find. Maybe even by accident sometimes. And they’re as much blood as your first family. Maybe more so, because they don’t have to look out for you and they don’t have to love you. They choose to.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Chelsea James was recently showcased at Santa Clara University's de Saisset Museum. This is awesome for several reasons. The de Saisset resides contently on the campus of my alma mater, James' color pallete simulates every single hue I claim to be my most favorite, and all of a sudden, the basement's laundry room sink is industrial, inspiring, and no longer in need of replacement.
[Thank you to ali loves curtis for the virtual introduction.]
Thursday, February 17, 2011
It was a rough/tumble yesterday for a myriad of reasons. B saved the day with the ultimate remedy - a vanilla soft serve cone from McDonald's. He even restrained himself from taking a lick or two as it melted down his hand while en route.