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.
14 Apr 2013 Leave a Comment
I like pretty pictures.
24 Sep 2012 Leave a Comment
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.
14 Aug 2012 14 Comments
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.
03 May 2012 11 Comments
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.
For your protection I didn’t photography my whole foot. I’m between pedicures and also my foot looks like a paddle.