BananaSaurus Rex

Maybe?

2012-01-31T06:35:00.000-08:00

Okay, you know how - and maybe this is just me - sometimes you might see something that's so beautiful it hurts? Not in a bad way. Just, like a punch of joyous admiration to the middle of your chest? Maybe? This beautiful painting is called The Way We Remember It and it was made by the amazing Lily Stockman.

Score!

2012-01-30T12:11:00.000-08:00

I found three old Calvin and Hobbes today at the used book store. I can't wait for my kids to get home from school! I don't think I've ever said that before.

Around here.

2012-01-29T08:24:00.000-08:00

Ogloriouscolor!

2012-01-28T09:12:00.000-08:00

I can't get enough! Paintings by Yangyang Pan. via Dolan Geiman.

Friday, I'm in love....

2012-01-27T17:37:00.000-08:00

Have you ever?

2012-01-25T18:57:00.000-08:00

Have you ever seen the Northern Lights? I haven't. I want to.

Watermelon, tangerine, cantaloupe, grapefruit.

2012-01-23T16:56:00.000-08:00

It's very grey here.* And I want watermelon-tangerine-cantaloupe-grapefruit pinky-orange-peach. Which? Is perfect because it's everywhere! So lucky! Gung Hei Fat Choi!

* It's rained on and off for 4 days, and it never even rained that hard. It's supposed to be seventy degrees on Wednesday.

peachy photos here.

Friday, I'm in love....

2012-01-20T08:28:00.001-08:00

Newbootsnewbootsnewboots! These boots are so glorious that I dyed my hair to match! Ha! You just laughed that laugh that you laugh when you think I'm kidding but it's 100% true!

These boots are so glorious that I have bounced back from the flu like a girl who recovers from a graceless fall by yelling: TADA! MEANT TO DO IT!

Unfortunately, the flu has not left us entirely - Fin bumbled around complaining of stomach pains this morning and is now glued to the couch, watching cartoons. I must tell you though - I strongly suspect that he is faking it, which is AWFUL and not very motherly of me.

ps. As of 10:43 AM - he is totally not faking it.

New work.

2012-01-18T08:56:00.000-08:00

New blankets and a more normal-ish sort of day today. Of course I've just jinxed it by saying that out loud.

Earl Grey Hot Chocolate.

2012-01-17T07:43:00.000-08:00

Yesterday afternoon, I made this hot chocolate - except I didn't have Earl Grey so I used my favorite English Breakfast. It was so good and in my delirious and desperately sleep-deprived state, I cried a little for gratitude and joy.

Sick day.

2012-01-16T08:04:00.000-08:00

Up all night with a fluey child - he's finally asleep, poor baby. Now I'm just waiting for the other one to start throwing up. How's your day going?

illustration by Able & Game.

New work.

2012-01-15T11:57:00.000-08:00

Cute! Right? And full of buckwheat hull and chamomile. I like it so much I'm making a bunch more today.....

Right now.

2012-01-14T07:37:00.000-08:00

This is the view right now. It's a little frosty out (and a little skunky), but clear clear clear and light and lovely. According to the National Weather Service, it will be sunny and seventy degrees later today. There's no chance of rain, winds will be light and variable from the east and I will go for a walk up a hill and have nothing to complain about.

Hey, brain!

2012-01-13T11:01:00.000-08:00

I'm talking to you. No, you.

Do you ever think that your brain might not know what's best for you, like - moodwise?

You know - when life in general would be better served by the perkiest, most energetically awesome version of yourself?

But instead, your brain is all gr and mopey?

It has something to do with serotonin reuptake and synapses firing and something else that's voltage-dependent. Maybe? Maybe not.

Whatever - worst blog post ever!

I didn't even give you a picture!

I'll try to put one up later, after I take my fish oil and dust the ceiling fans.

Good morning, Thursday. What's it gonna be?

2012-01-12T07:29:00.000-08:00

Mark Rothko.

No Body wanted to get up today.

2012-01-11T08:07:00.000-08:00

Least of all, Fin. He said: Mama, I think it was a short night. He said that it felt like he fell asleep and woke up one minute later and it was morning. And I said: I would give you a thousand dollars for that right now.

Flip-flops + monkey = LOVE!

2012-01-10T12:17:00.000-08:00

Do you know Florentijn Hofman? I'm in love. And it's not even Friday.

New work.

2012-01-09T06:21:00.000-08:00

Around here....

2012-01-08T09:13:00.000-08:00

Call your girlfriend.

2012-01-07T05:42:00.000-08:00

Friday, I'm in love....

2012-01-06T06:46:00.000-08:00

I want that hair on My head. photo.

Same plum tree, different day.

2012-01-05T10:23:00.000-08:00

I love this plum tree in my neighbor's yard. It makes such an excellent foreground in a picture of the sky. And you know how I love a picture of the sky.

Also? Pam wrote this to me the other day:

I love your blog - best thing on the internet. Really.

That, my loves, is a manhattan with two cherries in it for the soul. Thank you, Pam - I feel lucky to know you. You make my world go round! xo!

A new day, new work.

2012-01-02T10:07:00.000-08:00

How cute is that?

2011-12-31T13:51:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year, sweet peas!

Are you ready for the new year?

2011-12-30T09:02:00.000-08:00

I'm still trying to de-mine 2011, but screw it! Onward!

Around here....

2011-12-26T07:51:00.000-08:00

2011-12-25T09:45:00.000-08:00

Good tidings! I hope Santa brought you everything you crave!

Around here....

2011-12-24T12:33:00.000-08:00

Not pictured: pistachios and pork loin, garlic and potatoes, artichokes and parmesan, cranberries, candied walnuts, olives, crusty loaves of bread and wine.

Homemade peppermint marshmallows.

2011-12-22T09:37:00.000-08:00

Looks good, right? Too bad it was a sticky gelatinous mess. You win some and you lose some, and from now on it only gets lighter every day. Happy solstice, sweet peas!

Homemade hot cocoa mix.

2011-12-21T08:46:00.000-08:00

Great last-minute gift.....

2011-12-20T09:25:00.000-08:00

So says Food & Wine magazine.

My baby got a mohawk.

2011-12-19T14:15:00.000-08:00

Bah!

2011-12-19T07:41:00.000-08:00

Why am I always attracted to the dark brooding prickly lumberjack type? Illustration by Ryan Fowler.

Ah, Cesaria.

2011-12-18T08:46:00.000-08:00

Cesaria Evora.

Dressing up and going to the ballet.

2011-12-17T08:39:00.000-08:00

Shots.

2011-12-16T07:12:00.000-08:00

That's two (2) sick kids. Bottoms up, lovies!

I made Fin's nice list.

2011-12-15T07:02:00.000-08:00

Don't you hate it when your scarf goes in your soup? Me too.

2011-12-10T08:38:00.000-08:00

Friday, I'm in love....

2011-12-09T06:57:00.000-08:00

I would so wear that. In fact* I'm wearing it right now.

Anthropologie.

* Of course not.

Thursday already?

2011-12-08T08:51:00.000-08:00

I can't believe it. New bags - made of hemp canvas that feels like butter. Luxe canvas. Two pockets, fully lined, charming.

I made the best macaroni and cheese in the history of the universe last night. If you don't believe me, I'll mail you a bite and then you'll see.

Fin is home sick today with a cold or emphysema or something. No fever, but a cough so disgusting, he should be neither seen nor heard. And I'm like: Dude, this coughing is really gonna jack up my day. And he's like: That's why I'm doing it. Kid is funny.

Around here.

2011-12-07T12:41:00.000-08:00

New work.

2011-12-05T15:29:00.000-08:00

Do you think this is funny? Yes or no.

2011-12-04T12:27:00.000-08:00

I should probably tell you that I find this hysterically funny to the point of tears, while my handsome husband does not find it even mildly amusing. No amount of following him around for ten years saying: Look! The doctor is a rabbit! does any good.

Hello, December.

2011-12-02T06:42:00.000-08:00

First grade computer lab, then third grade art, then.... who knows? I can't plan past 10:30 right now. Reindeer games? Sleigh bells? Raindrop on roses?

photo!

Wind and worry.

2011-12-01T10:55:00.000-08:00

It's super windy today here - and that's saying something because it's always windy here in Livermore where the wind comes sweeping down the plain. Wind! And worries - so many worries today - who knows why? Gusts to 90 mph. Pretty much just waiting for the power to go out.

lemlem - you're killing me.

2011-11-30T08:05:00.000-08:00

lemlem is killing me with awesomeness.

I'm not tired.

2011-11-29T07:50:00.000-08:00

People keep telling me that I look tired. Not my friends, just a random assortment of probably-well-meaning acquaintances. I won't walk my kids to school anymore without sunglasses, because someone will tell me I look tired and honestly, it's discouraging.

And really? I'm not tired. By 8:30 in the morning, I've been up for two and a half hours, I've run 3 miles, and had a cup of coffee and a shower. I've organized three other people and pushed them out the front door. I may have even written a ranty, incoherent blog post. I feel great. I even thought I looked pretty good until someone told me I look tired.

The truth is, I'm aging. And I'm fine with that. I'm 42 and this is what I look like. Tired, apparently.

And if I do look tired, my lovely, sweet well-meaning acquaintances? Why would you tell me that? Even if I AM tired, I don't want to hear about it, do you? And what am I supposed to say? I'm working on some possible responses.....

1. I have typhoid (accompanied by loud, wet coughing in your general direction).

2. Your husband kept me up all night.

3. Thanks! So do you!

What do you think?

I found some other suggestions on the Hairpin.

Going forward, those of you who clearly have unrealistic expectations for my face, Hush. And I'll go pluck out my eyebrows and draw them in 2 inches higher.

ps. Petra bought me those awesome sunglasses so I can look wakier in the morning!

One down, two to go.

2011-11-27T09:50:00.000-08:00

Pictured above: a vineyard at 75 miles per hour, the sky (as usual), melalueca, a drawing of me shooting the turkey with a bow and arrow (by Fin), a pit stop self-portrait with offspring, monarch butterfly migration, little boys at the beach, and the irish coffee that kicked my ass. Not pictured: Billy Idol dance marathon, someone pepper spraying other shoppers at Walmart. We should all add this to our list of reasons we don't shop at Walmart.

Happy Holidays! I mean it!

2011-11-24T08:01:00.000-08:00

Every year I go into the holidays thinking: This will be lovely....

I come out thinking: Holy crap! Why do we do this to ourselves?

Yesterday.

2011-11-23T09:10:00.000-08:00

I made chocolate chip pumpkin bread.

I fixed my crappy old ironing board up with cardboard and new padding. Good as new! Not really, but good enough.

I made a bunch of these. Go get some.

Also, I made these lavender sachets. Cute, right?

I took the monkeys shopping and Fin got lost and cried and that was terrible, and then he ran into a pole and cried. Also, why do people on mobile phones in public think no-one can hear them talking about their antidepressants and what a bitch their sister is?

I put my receipts in a paper bag and brought them to Julie's house. I brought her some hopefully eggshell-free orange cranberry bread too. She wasn't home. I went back later and brought the bread, but forgot the receipts and she still wasn't home. This is pretty much par for the course where my bookkeeping is concerned.

I thought to myself: Maybe the world will just run out of tear gas soon.

I thought to myself: David Lynch's new record sounds very creepy, even for David Lynch.

Seamus made it to level 7 in Kirby's Return to Dreamland.

The weather was cold but real pretty.

What did you do?

What are you doing today?

Hello, Autumn. And, the news from here.

2011-11-22T07:14:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, I dropped half an eggshell into the cranberry orange bread batter with the mixer on. I'm pretty sure I got it all out. Later, I heard my six-year-old imitating my guttural yell for his brother.

Last week I found out that I'll be showing at the American Craft Council show in Baltimore in February! For real! And five minutes later my email got hacked and I sent messages to all of my friends about what they might want to enhance. And I was like: Really, the Universe? I couldn't just enjoy my spectacularness for 6 minutes before I frantically change every password to something that contains numbers and upper and lower case letters, is at least ten characters long and does not contain any user information?

Around here.

2011-11-21T07:00:00.000-08:00

Pictures of the sky.

2011-11-19T10:00:00.000-08:00

Except a milliondy times better than what you usually get here. By Rudiger Nehmzow. I saw them on Cup of Jo.

New in the shop....

2011-11-18T07:41:00.001-08:00

I gotta tell you: I'm a little bit in love with this new Twenty Dollar Shopper. Eco-friendly, affordable and handmade - beat that! Stuff it with some home-made sweets and you've got a perfect Christmas gift for pretty much anyone. They're in the shop.

Watch this, please.

2011-11-16T07:31:00.000-08:00

You'll be so glad you did. It's right here.

Road trip....

2011-11-14T07:58:00.000-08:00

So, it wasn't pure serene mountain loveliness (there is no way you are the pine-scented air) but there's nothing like a road trip for confusion and ranting.

I cannot keep a thought in my head for one second.

2011-11-11T08:10:00.000-08:00

Warning: No paragraph in this post has anything to do with the paragraph that precedes or follows it. Expect a fair bit of random meandering and a hidden rant. Proceed with caution.I blame:

The full moon.

Daylight savings.

Parent/Teacher conferences.

Anyway, I'm losing my mind, and it's manifesting in a lot of little ways, like forgetting to call people and buying groceries that I don't need and irrevocably losing my train of thought in the middle of an email conversation. And in larger ways.

Yesterday, I was standing on the porch when the UPS man (let's call him Chris, because that's his name) delivered a huge box. Huge. It's 3 feet by 4 feet by 6 inches. I was mystified. What the hell is this? What on earth has my handsome husband purchased from Amazon that would require a box of this magnitude? Bicycle? Flat screen TV? Should I hide it from the kids? And Chris laughed at me and said, Don't try to blame him, your name is on the box.

People. It's a pogo stick. That I ordered. Who buys a pogo stick from Amazon and forgets about it?

Then I picked up my kids from school and one was mad and wants to change schools because of "the tanbark incident." I didn't make that up, he really talks like that. Then, the other one came out crying because he "lost his habitat." He shouldn't worry because we're changing habitats anyway, presumably to one sans tanbark.

I do have this to say - Some people will set up a booth next to mine and call it Lexi's Krafty Kreations. And that makes me mad because I think craft is important and I take it seriously and I don't spell it with a K. Furthermore, don't use the word crafty unless you're the Beastie Boys and then not after 1986. Don't even get me started on creativity, except to say that it's universal and no one should pretend that they have any more of it than you do. (And that includes me, even in relation to Lexi.) Having an idea is one thing. Having a good idea is another. Knowing what to do with a good idea is beyond brilliant and amazing.

What? That might have been the end of the email conversation I lost yesterday, but I can't be 100% sure.

I know what you're thinking, my loves - best blog post EVER!

Beautiful photo by Susan Sabo.

It bears repeating.

2011-11-09T18:35:00.000-08:00

Again, I know. And somehow, the wine.

Don't bother knocking.

2011-11-09T06:52:00.000-08:00

Yesterday was all about email and packages and relentless self promotion - you know how it is. Today is all about happy sewing in the studio with loud music from 9 AM til 1:20 PM. Don't even bother knocking because I won't hear you. That's how loud the happiness is going to be.

New in the shop....

2011-11-08T07:04:00.001-08:00

Okay, popular kids....You know how you have all those fabulous holiday parties to go to? And you always bring wine because your Mama raised you right? How are you going to carry all that wine? It's not like it has a handle or anything. I guess some bottles of "wine" do, but it's not that kind of party, is it?

The point is this: You might need a Wine Tote. or two. If so, hustle over to the shop. Also, I put almost everything ON SALE. I just did that because I like you.

Gold, flux.

2011-11-05T05:17:00.000-07:00

These images and more, here.

Quilt makeover.

2011-11-04T10:50:00.000-07:00

Before: there was nothing capital-w Wrong with this quilt, really. But there was nothing exactly Right with it either - not for my friend, Nikki, who is vibrant and amazing and going-on-nine. Her Mama and I loved the navy/ecru print and the mauvey-pink floral, but it needed some brightening and Nikki likes RED! Behold the After....

Busy, windy, cold.

2011-11-03T11:38:00.000-07:00

Isn't that just the opposite of busy, windy, cold? I like it.

En travaux.

2011-11-01T10:52:00.000-07:00

Beautiful amazing Deborah says her garden is a mess (en travaux). But then she put up some really quite lovely photos so I don't believe her. My garden is a mess.

Happy Halloweeeeeeen!

2011-10-31T06:57:00.000-07:00

2011-10-30T09:05:00.000-07:00

I wish someone had told me that about twenty years ago. Of course, I would not have listened.

Image from here. Via.

Halloween expands to fit the time allotted.

2011-10-29T07:52:00.000-07:00

If Halloween is on a Wednesday, it pretty much takes all day Wednesday. If it's on a Friday, all day Friday - maybe a slight candy hangover on Saturday, but then you're done. This year (you know) Halloween is on Monday. So it started yesterday at 8:30 AM. It's going to rock hard all day today and tomorrow. Monday, (no school on Monday. Why?) it will wake up with a new zest for life and rock harder than ever. All. Day. And. Night.

By Tuesday, my kids will be schizophrenic from all that sugar.

Yes, I think you can contract schizophrenia from eating too much sugar.

That's what I'm telling people.

Raise your hand if you dreamed about Brian Wilson last night.

2011-10-28T06:53:00.000-07:00

Just me? Okay. At least I know what to be for Halloween now.

Not winning Mother Of The Year. Again.

2011-10-27T16:44:00.000-07:00

Serious flailing today. By the time I got the kids out the door for school, we all wanted to murder each other, then I made the mistake of visiting the internet.

Children not listening to you? Maybe you're not modeling good listening.

Make getting dressed a game! Yeah. A game called Just Get Dressed Because You're 8 For Pete's Sake. Except take out the Pete and put in the Fword.

I'm not proud of myself, I'm just saying.

Then my project went all askew and by the time I got it going in the right direction, it was 2:30.

Then I lost my keys.

Clean!

2011-10-27T09:24:00.000-07:00

I cleaned my sewing table yesterday. It was thick with the dust of 1000 projects. Disgusting! But now it's clean. Ah.

This is the face of boredom.

2011-10-24T06:13:00.000-07:00

So, how was your weekend?

Dreaming of scary Muppets.

2011-10-21T14:39:00.000-07:00

This should be a story about my kids' nightmares. It's not! Last night I dreamed that scary Muppets moved in next door and they were watching me constantly. Always there. Not doing anything. Just looking. If I opened the blinds, Sweetums was staring at me from the other side. I was closing the curtains and finding them open again a minute later. I was pretty sure they were getting in at night to watch me sleep. Scary, right?

Are you more freaked out by my dream or the fact that I'm telling you about it?

Field trip!

2011-10-20T15:51:00.000-07:00

Today I went on the third-grade field trip to the farm and now I think I have to make a farm in my backyard. And my front yard.

New Market Bags in the shop.

2011-10-19T13:52:00.000-07:00

I have to make this.

2011-10-17T08:46:00.000-07:00

I have to make this. Have to Have to Have to.

In your dreams.

2011-10-17T07:25:00.000-07:00

I had an absolute horror movie of a dream last night, in which I kept closing a door only to find it open again. Sounds fine now but it felt very someone is in the house. In the light of day, it might just be another housework frustration dream. That's a little disappointing, right? Or maybe, I'm closing the door on an opportunity because it feels a little scary. Hm.

This morning I woke up dreaming that my friend, Donna was making me laugh. It was lovely.

Dreamy photo here.

Hi Dana!

2011-10-16T08:01:00.000-07:00

I was trying to figure out what to blog about today and then I repinned about ten of Dana's pins. Do you know her? She is the queen of whimsey and general girlish awesomeness. We are bffs and totally going out for tea after this. In my mind.

These images and more from Dana Komjaty's pinboards. She has a shop too.

I feel a little meh about the fact that I just used "blog" as a verb. I might change it but - you know - authenticity and whatnot. Laziness. Mediocrity. Aw crud, I just ruined my good mood.

New in the shop....

2011-10-14T06:15:00.000-07:00

Beware....

2011-10-13T06:42:00.000-07:00

Beware any conversation that begins: "You're arty and whatever, right?" You may soon be leading third-graders through a spooky forest full of cut-paper bats inspired by the absolute loveliness of the above made by Aggie Bainbridge and available here.

After you take first-graders to the pumpkin patch. I'm pretty sure that conversation started: "You know how to drive and have car insurance, right?" I just thought I'd throw that in lest you get all full of your arty-and-whateverness.

This is what it looks like around here.

2011-10-12T07:46:00.000-07:00

Seamus is doing a report on the gila monster. Fin's new favorite expression is "Aw crud." Who are these people?

Central Coast weekend.

2011-10-11T06:13:00.000-07:00

Dunes. Farm. Friends. Grandma and Grandpa. Now, back to the salt mines!

Friday, I'm in love....

2011-10-07T06:41:00.000-07:00

I swear, half the time I fall in love? I fall in love with boots. These lovelies are from Frye.

New in the shop....

2011-10-06T11:19:00.000-07:00

Galloping and expanding faster every day like the universe.

2011-10-05T07:58:00.000-07:00

Do you ever have an idea that's galloping around in your head and expanding faster every day like the universe? And you're dying to get that idea out of your head and into your hands so you can work with it and see if it's really really real but you can't right this very minute because the fall fundraiser at your kids' school is on Friday and you're in charge of it? Does that ever happen to you?

Beautiful things I'm looking at by Mia Nolting (via DesignMom), TurtlesCreek, and Matthew Rose (via DesignSponge).

New in the shop....

2011-10-04T12:58:00.001-07:00

Blueing greenish grey.

2011-10-01T16:59:00.001-07:00

Have you ever noticed that when you see a color you love, suddenly it's everywhere? This one suits my mood particularly well. These bluey greening greyish images and more, here.

Friday, I'm in love....

2011-09-30T06:11:00.000-07:00

So in love with this Abigail Edwards wallpaper (via Design*Sponge). Isn't it amazing? I would totally do the bathroom in it if it did not cost $134 a roll, I did not have those weird suburban textured walls, and I thought I had any business hanging wallpaper.

When in doubt,

2011-09-29T06:04:00.000-07:00

Pictures of the sky. Is there a Mommy ON/OFF switch somewhere? I can't find it. I can take the fighting and the whining, the chauffeuring, the relentless questions, the picky eating and the getting up too early. But when they make me worry? That's exhausting. If I could just turn the switch OFF for about fifteen minutes, that would be great.

Because, it never rains....

2011-09-28T16:22:00.001-07:00

but it pours. Two Treasuries in one week? This one is really nice, too.

New in the shop....

2011-09-27T07:49:00.001-07:00

Lemon Love.

2011-09-26T16:37:00.000-07:00

Isn't it nice when somebody puts your bag in a Treasury? Especially when it's a beautifully gorgeous one like this curated by bonnbonn. Thank you!

Sticks and stones.

2011-09-25T07:26:00.001-07:00

These images and more, here.

Friday, I'm in love....

2011-09-23T05:57:00.000-07:00

Images from Die Kunst, Aufzuraumen by Ursus Wehrli.

The Shove (after).

2011-09-22T09:09:00.001-07:00

Isn't that so much better? Aren't you dying to know how I did it? I knew you would be....

The paint is Paris Grey from Chalk. A million good things have been said about Chalk Paint, and I found them to be 100% true. For a project like this, totally worth the higher price.

I used a regular Minwax wax finish that I got at Lowe's. It looks great and I enjoyed the elbow-grease wax-on wax-off aspect of it, but next time I would spring for the Chalk wax and use a brush instead of a rag. The fabric is from Moda and I used this technique to hang it.

I'm so in love with it right now. I might love it enough not to fill it up with crap.

The Shove (before).

2011-09-21T19:48:00.000-07:00

Pretty, right? Wrong. I live in the burbs, which means that on our street you have one of four possible floorplans and everyone has these bottom-of-the-line gauranteed-not-to-offend-anyone oak cabinets with a kind of honey colored stain. I'd love to pretend that the photo above was the actual "before" shot. But, it's not....

This is the "before" shot. This is the spot in our house that my handsome husband not-so-affectionately calls "the Shove." Yeah. Before you get all it's-not-so-bad and everybody-has-one, I see a Christmas ornament shoved in there.

We do need a place for the homework and school supplies to land, but this is ridiculous. First, I had to Half it, which was not that hard since it was mainly Christmas ornaments and public elementary school menus from last May. "After" shots coming soon!

REusable Snack Baggies!

2011-09-20T09:10:00.000-07:00

REusable Snack Baggies! One large and one small Baggie in each set. $12 a set. What's the deal? Buy any 3 (or more) sets for $11 each. Buy any 6 (or more) sets for $10 each. Do you want to save the planet or not?

New in the shop....

2011-09-19T05:39:00.001-07:00

Friday, I'm in love....

2011-09-16T08:50:00.000-07:00

Carving the Mountains from Juan Rayos on Vimeo.

Omygoodness, Girls Rule! Thank you to Nicole and Gabrielle.

New in the shop....

2011-09-15T09:25:00.001-07:00

Around here.

2011-09-14T05:55:00.000-07:00

Photos from yesterday, just as the sun began to set.

Last night I dreamed about planning a trip to visit my sister in Kazakhstan in June. It'll be my last chance. Time continues to march forward and opportunities to visit former soviet republics in which one's sister resides are in short supply. The dream was all about the price of airline tickets and what to do with the kids for 10 days. Now, I'm actually considering it.