material addiction.

little girl apron obsession.

I am having way too much fun making these modern vintage little apron frocks. the fabric choices for making the main garment and accent pockets of all shapes and functions are endless.

eggplanet earth.

planet earth is an egg • plant an egg in the earth • eggplants begin with an egg • eggplants on earth begin • planet cute girl with eggplants • eggplanet earth day every day • begin

spring kisses.

a few nights ago I was reading an 18th century historical novel in which the protagonist was having a hard day and all she could think about was getting home to make squirrel stew with spring onions. immediately I shared her craving and wondered why o' why has squirrel meat gone out of fashion. with still a strong squirrel craving the following morning, I went grocery shopping and found glorious organic spring onions. I went home to concoct a squirrel stew (sadly, minus the squirrel) and was stunned when I cut into the onions - heLLO, super scary flourescent chartreuse kissing lips. I simultaneously wondered if spring onions looked like this in the 1700's and whether or not Andy Warhol cooked much with this particular bulb. it was a magical moment. I am now a stronger believer in eating locally grown, seasonal fruits and vegetables..... but I wonder how long I will have to wait for my local grocer to carry squirrel meat.

messy heart.

I admit I am a crazy person when it comes to messy spills. that is why I could never watch the Three Stooges. I found nothing funny about the messes they made. nor do I find much funny about the messes my kids make. but now that I blog I am determined to find beauty in everything, even spilled maple yogurt. this time it was just too easy.

out to sea.

an ocean is essential to the place I call home. as a child growing up in the central valley I felt imprisoned by the vast stretches of dry flat land. I craved water. and no lake or river or pretty little creek could satisfy me. I craved enormous, colossal, unending amounts of water that would humble me and make me feel miniscule in the scale of nature. I think it was then that I settled for rain. I fantasized that the ocean were paying the oceanless a personal visit. even now I can never get enough rainy days. and I don't own an umbrella. I consider such a protection device a rude gesture - a rejection of nature's gift. I live ten minutes away from where these photos were taken and yet I infrequently make the trip to the beloved sea. all my life I have felt an urgency to visit the ocean feeling as though I am missing opportunity upon opportunity. but then I am reminded....

the ocean will not wait, nor will she go away.