In The Middle of the Day

A nap. I think hell mighta froze over. And I'm OK with that.

First There Were Flowers

Pepita helped make them in front of the fire after spending the day at the Walter's Art Museum, just the two of us. She rarely gets fun out and about quality time with me, and this made me realize that we need to make time for just the two of us more often.




Our altar for Day of the Dead was small this year. We built it in the dining room, so we couldn't burn copal. We didn't huddle outside in the cold this year and drink hot chocolate (yes, I am afraid of a little rain), but we were very lucky to spend an evening with good friends and precious memories.


Our daughter is so disappointed that Sylvester, her kitty, is still in the spirit world and hasn't fully returned to our world, body and soul.

So, we'll take it down tonight. And hopefully next year will be a little easier on Pepita. And she'll laugh when we tell her that her kitty loved all of us so much that he'd pee on us to claim us as his own.

Our Journey With Max

We've read her the story since before she could talk, so it's no surprise that Pepita would be crazy excited to see Where The Wild Things Are. It's not for all kids, I know, but she knows the story so well and loves the characters so much, that we took her to see the movie on opening weekend. Her second movie.

For the past two weeks now, this house has been all about Max. Actually, Max and Carol, KW and Daniel the Bull.


This past weekend, we took a trip to The Children's Bookstore in Roland Park to pick out a special book. And we found a good one! It's called Jeremy Draws a Monster and I think we read it 5 times that first day. But above a display of books hung stuffed characters from Where the Wild Things Are. Of course she saw them. And for once, I didn't tell her ,'This is something we can ask Santa for' or just, 'no'.

So we adopted a Max. And she does love him so.


Max and Milo at home

Max at the Zoo

The perfect place for the king of all wild things.

This House Has Wheels

My dreams are so vivid that it's hard to get any real sleep. They're the kind of dreams that zonk all your energy and leave you exhausted when it's time to wake up.

I keep dreaming of a house. It's a house that doesn't make any sense. Who would put Formica counter tops in a bedroom, right? And I keep thinking there is a way we can make this house better. Make it ours.



The Miniature Travel Trailer Kit

And it hits me. I've been thinking about it all wrong. This is my Airstream dream.

At Least There Was Sun

Yesterday. There was sun yesterday and the day before. If I lived in the Pacific Northwest, I'd never get out of bed.

Before the rain, my husband took three hundred pictures of me modeling my scarves. This is something I've been asking him to help me with for a while now. Seeing as my camera is broken. Not to mention the logistical issues involved with acting as both model and photographer. No, this worked much better.


These scarves are sewn from strips of color-coordinated 100% organic cotton into a double layer of fabric. The scarf measures nearly 6 feet long and between 8" and 9" wide. It's long enough to wrap and knot and its tubular construction gives it a more sculptural drape and organic form.





This is one of the adult organic lightweight scarves. It's just like the originals, just not doubled. It's lighter and more economical. I like to wear them in the house... on days like today. Days when the only color in the outside world is gray and the cold and damp is inescapable.