Look Book

I like pretty pictures.
If the pictures happen to be about food or home decor – all the better.
This past Christmas a new pal gave me a really great book called Edible Selby. Although I didn’t know it was great until now. I don’t deserve new friends. Don’t tell my old friends.
This past weekend I was reading the New York Times and found an article by the same author about a taco stand in California. This is why I love the Times. You may read it for the late breaking political and social news. I read it for its taco coverage.
Todd Selby is an artist, an author, a humorist and more. I have been reading his book all weekend.
It’s not a cookbook. It’s a book about cooks and cooking and food.

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It’s full of fun and whimsy.

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This is the page when I decided this book is for me.

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How can you not love an instructional book that starts with…plant the cocoa trees and harvest the pods. Ha! Double ha!
I also love the completely honest disclosure in the end.

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Tacos always lead to genius.

Mona Lisa Madness

I didn’t get a picture of the Mona Lisa at The Louvre today.
I did see it, appreciate it, wow over it.. But a photo would have meant shoving 1,000 Japanese tourists away.
I’m not exaggerating. Not in the least. Also 1,000 Italians. And 1,000 Germans.
None of whom seemed to be interested in the actual painting- it was a race to the snapshot.
Not that we are any better. We’ve been doing everything but running into places yelling ooh la la!!
But it was sad to see the herds of people skipping past history to get a fuzzy shot 20 people deep.
Come on people – save that for zee Eiffel tour . Like we did.

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Design Envy

Did I ever tell you that I work from home? I do. It’s swell.

Last summer, when I decided to make the switch, my husband suggested we convert our guest room into a home office. We ripped up the old carpet, put down wood floors, got rid of our old futon, painted the room, bought a sofa bed, desk and chair and then…nothing. I haven’t done another thing to it.  I sit there staring at blank walls and no window coverings.  I did buy a cool rug – but it’s way too small for the room.

 

Blank space in our house is no surprise.  The walls in my living, dining room and family room were empty for a good 3 years after we moved in.  Even now people use the words “open” “uncluttered” and “low-key” to describe the house, when I think they really mean “undecorated” “unadorned” “sterile” and “boring”.  We do have pictures of our kids up – a LOT of pictures – but that doesn’t count.

I watch those HGTV shows and get mildly inspired to do something different. And then – nothing.

You know what doesn’t help? A husband who would live in a plain, white box if he could.  His idea of clutter is what normal people call living.

Sorry – displacing my anger. It’s not his fault. I just have decorating paralysis (except at Christmas – when I turn into Holly Holiday and it looks like the North Pole threw-up in my house).

One of my good friends in NYC knows how to do it. She’s got an amazing eye for all things beautiful.  When I had gone to see her a few weeks ago, I secretly snapped these photos. I’m sure she won’t mind me sharing them with the world (on that note, welcome to my blog Israel and the Netherlands, I’m glad to have you!).

A few years ago she went on a camping trip out west and took some amazing shots. She’s a great photog too – annoying right?

She simply enlarged the photo and had it printed on canvas. Perfect. Why can’t I do that? Well, I can. But will I? Probably not.

Try to ignore the stunning woodwork on the walls, the beautiful club chairs and country bench and focus on the canvas art.

 

She had it done through one of the many websites doing canvas printing. I love it. I hereby promise to do something creative and fun with my home! Maybe.

She also had a smaller one done for the entry hall – this is another one of her photographs.

You should see her kitchen. So great. I couldn’t take a secret picture of that because she was in there the whole time.

There’s always my next visit.

Arty Farty Party

Because most of Pennsylvania has turned Caribbean – it rained this morning, hard.  Now it’s sunny, hot and sticky. I had warned the kids that I’d be on work calls for a good 6 to 10 hours and they’d need to fend for themselves – just another Tuesday around here.  So they came to me with a unified plan of attack to occupy the morning, and because I was still half asleep, distracted and we had most of the supplies – I agreed.

They found an art project on YouTube.  See – the internet isn’t evil.

If you’re a mom (or me) you know that moment when your kid comes to you with an art project….sheer dread. The mess, the fights, the….the glitter. The horror.

But this was different. Only a few steps needed – and it was something they could really do on their own.  Here’s what the finished product looks like:

Here’s what you need: a plain white canvas, a glue gun (or two if you don’t want fights) and a box of crayons (or two…you know why). You’ll also need a hair dryer.

Cover your work area with newspapers or garbage bags.  I tried to cover the kids with garbage bags too but they wouldn’t let me.

Line up all the crayons on the canvas in whatever pattern you like – we went with rainbow order. Hot glue gun them into place. This is the point where my boy decided he’d had enough and left all the heavy lifting to his sister.

Once all the crayons are glued on – stand the canvas up,  zap with the hair dryer and watch the Jackson Pollackesque magic.

Look at that beauty. I always knew my kids were special.

Once you have the hang of it – you can crazy – look at the possibilities!  I see a Christmas card in here somewhere.

Teeny Tiny Tattoo

 A couple of years ago, I did something bold, out of my comfort zone, unexpected – and yes- bad ass.

My sister, my cousin and I decided to get branded together. Tattoos all around!  And because we’re wild and matchy matchy – we all wanted the same thing.  We worked for months to find the image – and agreed on 3 stars. (I’m sure I thought of it. I always think of it. Don’t tell them that.)

The stars would represent the 3 of us (is what I told them). The stars would represent my family (is what I told my husband and kids).  You probably live a life of honesty, without lies and deception, good for you.

So we went to this hardcore, dark, gritty tattoo place in a strip mall next to a Subway and got them. Then we went to a nice mexican restaurant and had guacamole. Sorry – where was I…

They both decided to get them on the back of their shoulder. I went with my right foot.

Whenever I tell this story – people get really excited – and then there’s the inevitable letdown.  It’s small people.  My tattoo is really small, but it’s exactly what I wanted.  And, by the way, I’ve seen people with tattoos this small.  Tell me you’ve never seen a teardrop by someone’s eye? A gang symbol you say? Hmm.

Once in a while I’ll catch someone with a bigger tattoo (that’s everyone else with a tattoo) giving me the stank eye. It’s like I’m in a yacht race in a canoe.  Whatever. It still counts.

I’m thinking about getting another one, and who knows, it may be even smaller than this one.

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For your protection I didn’t photography my whole foot.  I’m between pedicures and also my foot looks like a paddle.

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