Monday, February 28, 2011

song of the day

A new song every day, thanks to NPR. Can't think of a better way to broaden my music horizon/grow my iTunes Purchased playlist.

[image of The High Highs - "Open Season"]

really raw honey

I am the biggest believer in raw honey - it is nature's most powerful healer. The facts are impossible to ignore, as are the testimonials. I went through a jar when I had my tonsils out, and it has been one (or two) spoonfuls every morning, since.

oscar night

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

Saturday, February 26, 2011

dennis lehane

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


Chloé's simple and sophisticated Summer 2011 Ready-to-Wear collection is now available in boutiques.  Both B and my bank account are thankful there are zero Chloe boutiques in Western NY.

tub caddy

A necessary companion for the clawfoot bath tub.  Or any bath tub, really.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

chelsea james

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.]


[image via here]

Thursday, February 17, 2011

a band aide

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.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

gwyneth paltrow

No chance I'll forget these shoes any time soon, or the pink feather earrings.

grilled cheese social

Just stumbled upon an ingenious blog all about GRILLED CHEESE.  God shows me love in all sorts of eclectic ways.

Monday, February 14, 2011


I woke up this morning and knew that I loved you more than ever.  Happy Valentine's Day, BK.

Friday, February 11, 2011

sketch 42

Nicole's grandmother was an advocate of, "If you love something, it is never out of style."  See her amazing space in Rue Magazine, beginning on page 100.

sophie dahl

Miss Dahl's Volumptuous Delights is my absolute favorite cookbook - so delicious and entertaining, the entire thing reads like a novel.  And her anecdotes preluding each seasonal recipe section are so funny.  An excerpt for you, on Sophie's ideal kitchen, page 15:
This kitchen is a gentle relaxed one, where a punishing, guilt-inducing attitude towards food will not be tolerated. In this kitchen we appreciate the restorative powers of chocolate. The kitchen would have a fireplace, and possibly a few dogs from Battersea Dog's Home curled up next to it. There might be a small upright piano y the window, with an orchid that doesn't wither as soon as I look at it. On long summer days, the doors to this kitchen are thrown open, while a few lazy, nonstinging bees mosey by. Children stir. When it rains, there is room in this kitchen for reading and a spoon finding its way into the cake mix. Serious cups of tea are drunk here; idle gossip occurs, balance and humor prevail. It's the kitchen of my grandparents, but with some Bowie thrown in. It is lingering breakfasts, it is friends with babies on their knees, it is good-bye on a Sunday with the promise of more. This kitchen is where life occurs; jumbled, messy and delicious. It is lovely.
And one more from Sophie's acknowledgements section:
Thank you to my erstwhile stable of girlfriends, for providing laughter, sense and sweetness while eating chocolate cake on the sofa long into the night.
Now doesn't that just sound like fun?  Especially if said cake is the flourless chocolate kind on page 256.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

a mood

I think I should start taking vitamin D supplements.

madeleine peyroux

Madeleine Peyroux has a voice that soothes all moods, especially those of the homesick kind.  She is also my favorite Pandora radio station (think: Ella Fitzgerald, Melody Gardot, Anita O'Day, and Nina Simone).

Monday, February 7, 2011

oscar wilde

It is an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be in San Francisco.  It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world.

(It will be hard to return to New York tomorrow, post four stunning, family-filled days in the city by the bay.)

Thursday, February 3, 2011


Lisa, my sweet friend/mentor and fellow Australian Shepherd lover, sent me a surprise in the mail - the children's book Henry the Dog with No Tail by Kate Feiffer.  The book is clever and wise and all about Henry, an Australian Shepherd who learns to love himself in spite of the fact that he, unlike his friends, does not have a tail.

Aussies are extraordinary dogs, and while the wagging of a tail often insinuates giddy happiness in a pup, this breed finds other ways to display their amicability.  For instance, they shake their entire bottom.

Thank you Lisa!  You teach me how to be a thoughtful person.

mason pearson

I have been enamored with Mason Pearson brushes for longer than I can remember.  It seems I am not the only one.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

the sartorialist

I love breaking conventional fashion rules, like the one that nixes bare legs during cold winter months.  The lack of stockings and layers up top show contrast - love the sass.

[photo via here]

oscar wilde

Men always want to be a woman’s first love. That is their clumsy vanity. We women have a more subtle instinct about things. What we like is to be a man’s last romance.