Sunday, December 19, 2010

Tigerlily Photoshoot







Shots from a totally captivating photoshoot, which really makes me wish I had a head of mermaid hair...and a drapey jersey knit dress.

Some things on my wishlist (post Christmas sales):

The perfect slouchy sweater.
Knock-off Chanel flats that aren't really trying too hard.
Is it a boot?  A pump?  A restraint device?  I love them.
Matchstick jeans, just a little distressed.
Cuddly, cozy Mobius Scarf.

Saturday, December 18, 2010

A Preview


This preview nearly brought me to tears.  I'm excited that such beautiful films are being created by people passionate about the artful moments in life.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Please Consider...


Please consider giving a gift to someone you don't know this year; someone you do not expect to give anything back to you.

It is not broken logic to ask for nothing.
It causes a broken heart when you give up nothing...
When there is no sacrifice in your days.

May you be reminded of the greatest love that fills all spaces between this world's many faces, reflecting in the facets of our soul-filled lives.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Rain Drops = Socially Acceptable Doggy Hair Gel


I'm happy to watch the rain fall outside the window. 
And if I wear my ear flap hat I'm happy to watch it fall all around me too.
But I'm especially happy if it collects on my dog's head and gives him emo hair,
Because people would call me crazy if I put hair gel on him for the same effect.
It's just not done.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Rise Up



Seriously, where have I been?  Works Progress Administration (ridiculous name for a band although I, too, am fascinated with the 30's as those who know me will tell you) is freaking amazing as right they should.  I love Sean Watkins so this is pretty well a dream sequence for me.

I've been listening to a ton of their videos in succession all night.  Numbers Man tells me I'm "gettin' down".  It might be true.  Although I don't think it's really oogie boogie, dance-a-holic music.

Doing some rather fun last minute shopping as well.  Some people are a real pleasure to shop for...

Monday, December 6, 2010

Mothers...Obligated to Work?




This article makes me want to have an outburst.  Yes, an outburst.  And not a controlled one.  Very out of control indeed.  I don't know about any of you readers out there, but as a child, the only impression I had of my mother working was that she wasn't with me.  I used to worry that if we had an earthquake and the California's crust split (thanks to a vivid imagination), she would be on one side of a crevasse and I on the other.  Forever separated.  I didn't even think if she was setting a good or bad example for me.  I just wanted her there when I was out of school at the end of the day, because I was a selfish child (as most children are).  As an adult, I realize  my mom chose to work outside the home for her own sanity and sense of productivity and I do not personally feel the same draw to that kind of work for those reasons, but I certainly have also never thought that working outside the home was an obligation for anyone other than those who need to do so in order to provide for their family. 

As an aside, there was a time I found perusing mail order bride sites pretty darned fascinating (don't judge), and I remember thinking that if I were a man up for such an experience (again, the vivid imagination runs wild), I would select my mate from an Indian site because all the women were ridiculously educated but looking for a satisfying home life as a stay at home mom and doting wife.  Rawking combination, in my ever so humble opinion.

I know I shouldn't have even wasted my energy getting riled up over this...

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Singing in a Cloud




"I've got halo's made of summer, rhythms made of spring
What she wears, what she wears, what she wears
I got crowns of words a-woven each one a song to sing
Oh I sing, oh I sing, oh I sing
Give me long days in the sun,
Preludes to the nights to come
Previews of the mornings laying in all lazy
Give me something fun to do
Like a life of loving you
Kiss me quick now baby I'm still crazy over you..."

From Something in the Water on Brooke Fraser's newAlbum.  I've been waiting for this release since the last came out.  Hearts for her.

Saturday, December 4, 2010

A Collection

...of links!

This looks fun...I feel sorry for recipients of my gift-giving this Christmas.  You may be in for a knotty treat. See what I did there?  Hardy har har.

So moved by this love.

Thinking a lot about Morocco.  Therefore, watching Hideous Kinky end on end.
          Julia: London's cold, cold and sad. No camel, no Abdul's a jellybean.

          Bea: No scorpions.

Extra pleased with this week's travel section of NYSD because they featured Hemingway's home there...including passed pup head stones.
 
Tempted to buy this DVD before I have even seen the movie.  Can you blame me?

Friday, December 3, 2010

Cognitive Dissonance



We live in a state of constant plurality:
Civilzed and Counting down the time
Until we set ourselves free. 
When we'll fight outright,
Thrashing at our captors -
And knashing at our bits. 
Striving to contain and tame,
Sedate and soften...the inner beast,
Our nails still rip opressors apart 'til
We call upon peace and love
To do the setting free for us. 
While beats grip at our heaving hearts
Propelling arms outstretched
And this way we leave ourselves
For a moment. 
Leave our hives, our homes,
Leave our comforts and what's known,
To step, slow-pacing, horizon-facing
Breaking our own bones.

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Raucous Quietude



"I surrendered my beliefs
and found myself at the tree of life
injecting my story into the veins of leaves
only to find that stories like forests
are subject to seasons"

~ Saul Williams

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Ignore the Jumpsuit



One of the best songs ever...!!! 
Thank you mom, for introducing me to seriously awesome music from a young age.  Between show tunes and Joan Baez I think my bases were covered.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Christmas Decorations






I got started decorating for the Christmas Season and all that's left are the lights.  You may notice that there is a conspicuously missing tree.  I don't know if we'll be putting one up this year...if we do it will only be a mini one.  Oh and the wreath?  I made it myself!  Being not the crafty sort of girl, it was quite the undertaking for me.  My ambition was to create a monstrous coffee filter wreath with a giant red velvet ribbon, but this style seemed more manageable for a novice like me.

I might try to find a less expensive version of this dust ruffle and some red pillows for the master bedroom to add to the mix...hopefully Ross or Marshall's has new holiday stocked shelves.  If not, I may just be content with the current set up.  Or I shall repeat that sentence as a mantra of contentedness. 

Happy Holidays!

My Crazy Cat


My cat is more hard core than me. 
She whoops my butt daily. 
She does not contribute to the household according to Numbers Man.


According to me...
She is a still a silly kitten  on the inside. 


It just takes about 100 snaps of the camera to see it.


Monday, November 29, 2010

A Yummy Dinner


I ended up making a yummy dinner off the cuff tonight with some items I wanted to use up.  In any case, it was a hit and we'll definitely make it again in the future so I figured I'd share.

Ingredients:
1 Package of 6 puff pastry shells (I use Pepperidge Farm)
1/2 eggplant - chopped into 1" pieces
1 large tomato - peeled and roughly chopped
1 zucchini - cut off ends and chop into 1" pieces
1/2 onion - diced
3 garlic cloves - minced
1/2 bell pepper - any variety you please, I prefer red, but we only had green on hand
3 pieces bacon - cut into little pieces with kitchen scissors
1 tsp basil
1 tsp oregano
1 tsp salt
1/4 cup white wine
1/4 cup grated parmesean cheese

Directions:
Preheat oven per the puff pastry shells as box directions specify.
While the oven is preheating - chop up all your veggies.
Stick puff pastries in the oven and bake as specified.
Dump the remainder of ingredients except wine & cheese in a large saucepan (I use an enamel cast iron dutch oven), cook over medium high heat for 15 minutes. 
Add in the wine & cheese to the cooked down veggies and cook another 5 minutes.
Your puff pastries should be ready now.  Pull them out of the oven, remove their tops and spoon in about one heaping tablespoon of the veggie mixture into each then cover again with their tops.

I served with eggs, just because we love eggs...but it didn't really make any sense so next time I'll probably serve it with pounded, breaded chicken breasts.

ENJOY!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Slides Down by Thrills


They say that God lives very high;
But if you look above the pines
You cannot see our God; and why?


And if you dig down in the mines
You never see Him in the gold;
Though from Him all that's glory shines.

God is so good, He wears a fold
Of heaven and earth across his face -
Like secrets kept, for love, untold.

But still I feel that his embrace
Slides down by thrills, through all things made,
Through sight and sound of every place:



As if my tender mother laid
On my shut lips her kisses' pressure,
Half-waking me at night, and said
'Who kissed you through the dark, dear guesser?'

~A Child's First Thoughts of God by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Welcome to the Frozen Jungle




We've been stuck at home since Monday, surrounded by a virtual skating-rink of ice and pillows of snow.  The top picture is from before the melt and subsequent freeze which led to the ice slick, when the roads were easy to nagivate and fun to photograph.  Now it's all I can do to keep my footing and not land on my heinie.  Even darling dog slid and fell, silly boy. 

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Snow and a Sign


Does this mean I'm supposed to get a Christmassy red LL Bean tote monogrammed with my name on it??? 

Probably.

Maybe.

Most definitely!

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It's been snowing by the bucketfull here in King County, Washington....and while I think we all feel the slightest bit trapped and confused, tis a beautiful sight.
I'm happy, that's right.
Walking in a winter wonderland!


Friday, November 19, 2010

My favorite lines...



"I loved him.. once.

Until the color of my skin became a problem...the politics of my skin.

I walked away from Africa with nothing. No brother, no family, no lover, nothing.

Just a belief that words and compassion are the better way.
Even if it's slower than a gun."
 
~ From one of my favorite films of all time, The Interpreter.

Thursday, November 18, 2010

In the Real World...


In the real world, not all leaves fall at once.  Some are left behind.  Some are pretty and some are ugly.    Some are so red they stand out against the white sky and the dark tree limbs like stop lights. 

Pause.

Think a while...
About the spaces between.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

It has been windy...


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The doors are twisted on broken hinges.
Sheets of rain swish through on the wind
where the golden girls ran and the panels read:
We are the greatest city,
the greatest nation,
nothing like us ever was.

~from "Four Preludes on Playthings of the Wind" by Carl Sandburg

Monday, November 15, 2010

Summit of the Mothership





This picture is actually from earlier this year (March-ish I think), when we last went up to Mt. Rainier. Sometimes it is like another world up there. Other times not so alien a place.
I like the word "Summit"...it's a warm, full word with a definition that is fitting with the way the word feels in my mouth when I say it.
–noun
1. the highest point or part, as of a hill, a line of travel, or any object; top; apex.
2. the highest point of attainment or aspiration: the summit of one's ambition.
3. the highest state or degree.
4. the highest level of diplomatic or other governmental officials: a meeting at the summit.

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You're the top!
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louvre Museum.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Only Stalks, Bare



Genesis 2: 25
"And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed."

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Sky Water & the Sticks of Tomorrow



Most of the trees have dropped their leaves.
They stand as sticks, silvery white against the pool of sky water
In this northwest corner of the United States.
Papery orange is giving way and literally creating pathways
Into winter's winding winds while
I endure the shimmers of light that play tricks
With my drive time routine
And I pretend they're snowflakes.

Monday, November 8, 2010

Less of Me



John 3: 30-31

"He must increase, but I must decrease.  He that cometh from above is above all: he that is of the earth is earthly, and speaketh of the earth: he that cometh from heaven is above all. "

Sunday, November 7, 2010

My Most Recent Love Affair...

...Is with this perfume.  I got a sample and am head over heels...it really does smell like clean, ironed linen!
The notes:

Infusion d'Iris Eau de Toilette introduces a new chapter in the sensory history of iris. Inspired by the search for the scent of the iris flower, the fresh and floral Infusion d'Iris Eau de Toilette combines delicate lily of the valley, powdery violet, sensual cedar and the Italian memories of clean, ironed linen. A fresh, woody, floral fragrance.

Fresh accord: neroli and galbanum essence. Floral accord: violet, lily of the valley, heliotrope. Woody accord: iris pallida from Florence, cedarwood.

Not to mention, the bottle is so modern, soft, and pretty, it will be lovely on display on the bathroom counter.

Fog Filtered Light



The mid summer sun shines but dim the fields try in vain to look gay
But when I was happy with him December was pleasant as May
There once was a time he and I picked flowers to braid in my hair
And the songbirds would sing sweet song of love that was tender and fair
No difference the seasons may quit our love was as warm as the sun
And it mattered not where did the snow
Or green grass kissed the fields where we'd run

~from "Pleasant as May" by Dolly Parton

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Bonnie Dee Peacock



Meantime!  Here traipsed into town a little thing from away off down the country.  Near Polk: you wouldn't have ever heard of Polk - I hadn't.  Bonnie Dee Peacock.  A little thing with yellow, fluffy hair. 

The Peacocks are the kind of people keep the mirror outside on the front porch, and go out and pick railroad lilies to bring inside the house and wave at trains till the day they die.  The most they probably hoped for was that somebody'd come find oil in the front yard and fly in the house and tell them about it.  Bonnie Dee was one of nine or ten, and no bigger than a minute.  A good gust of wind might have carried her off any day.

From The Ponder Heart by Eudora Welty

Monday, November 1, 2010

Doubled then Halved



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I forget "e" where some neglected "w"...
Depending upon the direction of your spirit
You can devise a gross remark or
A unit of togetherness.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

It Had to be You

Hallelujah that's the work of love...

Just heard a song from Ricky Skaggs's new album and it's so beautiful...check it out...
(if you love the Lord and bluegrass): Here!

Saturday, October 30, 2010

A Thing of Wonder (AKA...Mother, avert your eyes.)



It is not spooky, it is a thing of wonder.

Friday, October 29, 2010

Black Swan



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I cannot wait to see this movie.  Just look at these shots!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Knit Together in the Leaves



"You'll be driving along depressed when suddenly
a cloud will move and the sun will muscle through
and ignite the hills. It may not last. Probably
won't last. But for a moment the whole world
comes to. Wakes up. Proves it lives. It lives—
red, yellow, orange, brown, russet, ocher, vermilion,
gold. Flame and rust. Flame and rust, the permutations
of burning. You're on fire. Your eyes are on fire."

~ From Leaves by Lloyd Schwartz

Saturday, October 23, 2010

Feeling Small


It's a fine thing to feel small and humbled before the Lord.

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1 Chronicles 29:12
Both riches and honour come of thee, and thou reignest over all; and in thine hand is power and might; and in thine hand it is to make great, and to give strength unto all.

Friday, October 22, 2010

Orange You Glad it's Friday?



I had a jam-packed week and am thoroughly thankful that it's Friday evening and I have nothing to do this weekend but rest and spend time with Numbers Man, Darling Dog, and Crazy Cat.  Attempts are being made to construct a partition in my mind whose effect is meant circumlocate my desires into a little brain bin so they do not manifest into unwise purchases.  I made reference in another blog post about my love of lists, however these lists often lead to actually "doing" things because of the visual reminder that a list inevitably becomes, which is good if your list is a list of deeds.  However, my lists are usually a lists of wants, desires, and pretty baubles I could (and should learn to) live without.

I see challenge and hurdles and the possibility for the strain of guilt to yoke my heart.  I hope my darlingest friend who is partnering with me on trying for more meaningful money management does not run and hide if I whine to her about the uber cuteness of a ridiculous pair of shoes or the neccessity of a foreign fashion magazine.  Do you hear me darlingest friend?  Don't run.  Don't hide.  I need help.  You can be the po-po to my financial despot.  Lucky girl!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Tagging!

Lady Rose of A Queen In Her Castle tagged me in a little blog quiz...so I hope you all enjoy! :)

1. Why Do You Blog?

Two-fold...I enjoy reading blogs to gain insight into other peoples lives and thoughts so partly it is in hopes that a peek into how I see things offers the same kind of amusement, peace, encouragement, etc. to others.  It's all hopeful.  Secondly, I dig words and pictures and things that are brief (short attention span) and a blog involves these three things.  Canya dig it?
2. Do You Believe In Global Warming?

Yes and no.  I believe that the world is warmer now than it was some time ago.  You can't argue with the math (or can you), but I believe it's a-okay.  I think God has a plan and am not entirely convinced this global warming thing is solely of our own making or leading to our descruction (ad nauseum).  Before you think me insensitive, narrominded, ignorant and thoroughly un-P.C., I also believe we Western nations of people ought to be better stewards of our environment

3. Do You Think Health Food People Are Any Healthier Than Other People?
By and large, yes.  I do believe this.  But what you eat is only one component of health in my opinion.  According to the preamble to the WHO: "Health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity."  To add to that...spiritual health is of utmost importance.


4. Do You Believe In The Rapture? If Yes, Do You Think It Will Come Soon?

Yes, I believe what the Bible says...
1 Thessalonians 4: 14-17
"For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so them also which sleep in Jesus will God bring with him.  For this we say unto you by the word of the Lord, that we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep.  For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. "

5. Do You Watch TV Preachers?

Some, sometimes.  I really more enjoy radio sermons though.  Particularly Alastair Begg - Truth for Life and Thru the Bible with J Vernon McGee.

6. Do You Go For Regular Check-Ups At The Doctor Or Dentist?

Yes.  I'm afraid I don't have any strong opinions about this one.
7. Do You Like To Talk To Friends On The Telephone Or Would You Rather Write An Email?

I like both!  Communication is a good thing.   There are some days when the last thing I want to do is write *another* email so the phone is where it's at.  Other days, all I want to do is clickety clack and think through things before "saying" them.
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I tag:

A Quiet Gracious Life

Melissa @ A Little Loveliness

Carrie @ Farming on Faith

Farra @ The Old Fashioned Homekeeper

A Colorful Romance



My eyes are tickled!  Teehee...

Help me, my eyes are in love with this season!!!

It is a colorful romance, but my friends tell me just when I think it's about to propose it'll be wint'ry again.

Fromance! 
(fall romance)

Monday, October 18, 2010

Rice is Nice on a Moonlight Night



Because my mother said she was once lured into saying, "Rice is nice on a moonlight night" with her long since vanished Southern drawl.  Rice remains, to me, like the moonlight at dawn, an apparition of things which once were.

Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Wind and the Moon



Said the Wind to the Moon, "I will blow you out;

You stare
In the air
Like a ghost in a chair,
Always looking what I am about —
I hate to be watched; I'll blow you out."

The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon.
So, deep
On a heap
Of clouds to sleep,
Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon,
Muttering low, "I've done for that Moon."

He turned in his bed; she was there again!
On high
In the sky,
With her one ghost eye,
The Moon shone white and alive and plain.
Said the Wind, "I will blow you out again."
The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim.
"With my sledge,
And my wedge,
I have knocked off her edge,
If only I blow right fierce and grim,
The creature will soon be dimmer than dim."

He blew and he blew, and she thinned to a thread.
"One puff
More's enough
To blow her to snuff!
One good puff more where the last was bred,
And glimmer, glimmer, glum will go the thread."

He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone.
In the air
Nowhere
Was a moonbeam bare;
Far off and harmless the shy stars shone —
Sure and certain the Moon was gone!

The Wind he took to his revels once more;
On down,
In town,
Like a merry—mad clown,
He leaped and halloed with whistle and roar —
"What's that?" The glimmering thread once more!

He flew in a rage — he danced and blew;
But in vain
Was the pain
Of his bursting brain;
For still the broader the Moon—scrap grew,
The broader he swelled his big cheeks and blew.

Slowly she grew — till she filled the night,
And shone
On her throne
In the sky alone,
A matchless, wonderful silvery light,
Radiant and lovely, the queen of the night.
Said the Wind: "What a marvel of power am I!
With my breath,
Good faith!
I blew her to death —
First blew her away right out of the sky —
Then blew her in; what strength have I!
But the Moon she knew nothing about the affair;
For high
In the sky,
With her one white eye,
Motionless, miles above the air,
She had never heard the great Wind blare.

~by George Macdonald

Confusion


Psalm 71: 1-3

"In thee, O LORD, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion.  Deliver me in thy righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save me. Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me; for thou art my rock and my fortress."

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It is only God who can deliver us from our confusion for he is the way, the truth, and the light.