Air Plants.

When we lived in SF we used to frequent Flora Grubb, a gardening store/coffee shop hybrid on the outskirts of the city.  We’d come home with air plants, blown glass terariums, lattes and lots of ideas and I’m still subscribed to the news letter…it’s that great.
Oh, and her real name’s Flora Grubb.  How amazing is that?  I wonder which inspired which: name begets vocation, or vise versa?


New love.

Everyday musings.  Her photography is beautiful, without a filter.  I dream about a life where I get to go all over the world.  I have since I was a child.  Somehow I wasn’t quite innovative enough to manage it.  My mother would say this means I didn’t really want it.  But I think I do/did…

everyday musings

Hollie and Sean got married!

Our friends Hollie and Sean, owners of a very well-photographed apartment I often post on here, got married last weekend in Northern California!  I’m always complimentary of Hollie’s amazing eye for style and the wedding exceeded even my wildest expectations.  Sorry for the picture overload, but everything was so beautiful, I sort of forgot to include people!  Fortunately everyone took loads of photos.  I’ll be sure to link to some of the great blogs and albums that DID remember to get some mug shots!

Taken by the lovely Joanna on Keep Feeling Fascination, her beautiful blog.

Hollie gave us all a job, which was a great idea, since we all wanted to help!  Here’s an apple caramel tart with candied pecans I made for after the ceremony.

Ever-innovative, Hollie and Sean opted for amazing scarves as take-homes.  Their initials are embroidered ever-so-small on the corner of the lapel. 

Moses and Jack, the official wedding photographer, looking chic.

Raspberry and blackberry pie, 2 of 3.

Farah and Luma in their pretty, draped gowns.

Stella, the flower girl’s tiny moccasins.  

Mason jar drinking glasses next to Luma and Farah’s beautiful mixed drinks, complete with pansy petals and fruit.

Beth and Luma trudging up the hill.

Kelly and Sweet Pea (baby Penelope, the other official flower girl).

Stella and her mom, Amy, sharing a moment wrapped in their new scarves.


Partners in crime, Liam and Max…looking ready to do something…

The beautiful decorations.

A tee-pee Moses constructed free-hand.

Miss Joanna and Avril, all smiles and red lips.

We all stayed in the house for two beautiful nights of togetherness and magic.  Thanks to Hollie and Sean again for inviting us!  We were so inspired!  (And overwhelmed!  We have a TON of stuff to organize before we get married!)

The only place to be…

Sometimes things are so beautiful I can’t believe I didn’t think of them first.  Just to stare and stare and stare.  When I see food this beautiful it makes me wish for all those years of McDonalds and Country Kitchen greasy omlettes and potato skin samples back so I could do it over again and use my time to the fullest.  If I only have say, 70 years or so, tops, left to eat, I should have started eating only the best A LONG time ago.

Images from here.

These are adorable.

Photos of couples being couples are quite possibly the sweetest things in the world.  Right up there with photos of mothers with their children, I think (of course, photos of former models with their children or mothers who look like models are the best, because only those can give you that real lack of reality to make you think you’ll be beautiful and thin effortlessly while holding your newborn).  I digress…

See the rest here


I am dreaming of Greece.  I’ve been wanting to go for ages, and despite having been away for far too many things recently, it still feels as though I’ve managed to avoid a vacation entirely.  School starts in just a few days and I’m already dreading it, which is sad, because I want to be excited.  Perhaps it will just take a bit to set in–the excitement.

In the meantime, I’ll try to sooth myself with images of beautiful Greece, a simple island and time in the sun (without getting wrinkles) and the illusion that some how I’d be able to coax Kitty Viv to accompany us without being terrified and peeing on herself in transit.

I’d drink mimosas and white wine mixed with lemonade on this patio while spending hours reading, stopping only to eat tabooli with fresh mint, arrange flowers and wear sandals to an bountiful outdoor market with gorgeous, shimmering fruit.  At night after simple dinners I’d make in the spacious kitchen I’d learn to make baklava, take long baths and sleep…

Oh summer.  It’s always so hard to say goodbye, but I can feel it fading away!  Seasons are so much more harsh than I’d remembered.all images from here.