5.31.2009
New Kitchen Favorites
5.26.2009
Gloomy Day
A New Collection
5.25.2009
Farmers' Markets
5.24.2009
Dear Friend...
I wish I could design stationary for a living. I wish people used stationary more. Maybe it's the sixty-year-old woman in me, but I prefer handwritten notes to emails. Actually, I adore handwritten notes. And I despise emails.
5.22.2009
Plants Don't Like Me
I am so bad with plants that I once exploded a cactus- a plant that’s nearly impossible to kill.
His name was Ronald. (I name all my plants in hopes that will give them reason to live.) I like to think of Ronald’s departure less as a sad occasion and more as an explosive tribute to my black thumb.
The only thing about this that makes me sad is that people always say to get a plant before a getting a pet or having a child. I can only hope that should I have either of those someday, they would fare much better.
5.19.2009
Happy Places
Artistic Taste of a Man
I’ve been told many times that I have very depressing taste in books. And yet, I can’t get myself to buy any "girly" books like ones by Nicholas Sparks (which I’ve heard can also be sad but is still probably better than Children of Jihad by Jared Cohen, my current obsession).
My friend John and I recently went to a bookstore together where he teased me about my choice in books- yet again. I don’t understand why, if a guy can read books targeted at women, I can’t. I honestly do not have any interest in reading books like Confessions of a Shopaholic-- the movie was painful enough.
I guess I just have the literature, musical and cinematic taste of a man. (Well, most men.)