Tuesday, January 14, 2014

I'm fighting the urge to post again.

Cuz I bought a wreck of a house and just want to talk to people about paint colors and contractors who never seem to finish.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

John Derian.

‘‘I wish I had spray dust or spray dirt in a can,’’ he confesses. ‘‘I don’t want to lose the look of the place — I want that patina.’’

Slide show HERE.

Friday, September 21, 2012

He longs for it.

“Romney fascinates me endlessly,” Delaney said before his show at a Montreal comedy festival last week. “He’s such an attractive target comedically because more than any other candidate in my lifetime, he just wants to be president. That’s it! He longs for it. Feels it’s his birthright. I can imagine him getting elected and just saying, ‘Well, that’s that then!’ and staring out a window.”


Here's how to make Lady Money, to put in your Lady Wallet


Here's an email from LearnVest (embarassing name). It's a financial website for lay-days. And today I really had a good laugh over their totally practical and urgently needed story on making money as a model, because clearly, this option is available to so many women.

Go get 'em, LV!

Monday, September 17, 2012

haha. real good at 0:52.



Thanks NYT.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Wow, this doesn't sound like a crime at all.

This sounds like a really good dinner.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Country kitchen before & after.

I've been itching to buy a place out of the city, and in my search (for both the property itself and inspiration), I have been discovering blogs I hadn't seen before. One is A Country Farmhouse, and she has really great before & after posts of various projects around her Oregon home. The kitchen is simple perfection, in my mind. 

Sunday, August 19, 2012

My rural/coastal obsession continues.

I am still shopping for a cabin on the water. FYI. 
And now I really want alpacas. 

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Here's my new thing: I am trying to bring a little more humanity to my day. So, I bought a used copy of a wonderful book called Life is Meals. And every morning when I get into my office, while I fire up email (but before I get sucked into it) I read that day's passage.

Life is Meals is a very smart, well-read book of days by James and Kay Salter. Each day is about a page an a half dedicated to some food topic. Great historical moments in food. Small appreciations of, say, a peach. A story of strangers with a broken-down car invited into someone's home for dinner to wait it out. It's tender, but not sappy. And often useful.

Today's passage is about Julia Child. They write:

"During her career she wrote ten cookbooks, all of them noted for their clarity. She once said that her ideal house would have just two rooms, a bedroom and a kitchen, and when she was asked what her guilty pleasures were, replied, 'I don't have any guilt.'"

I like her style.

Friday, August 10, 2012

I love Jamie Meares.

And I just felt like shouting it from a mountaintop.

(Also, I have been drinking a little. BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN I LOVE HER ANY LESS.)

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

That collar-like bib necklace situation that all the magazines are talking about:

J. Crew is very proud of its new fall shirt with a detachable collar-like bib necklace. But here's that idea for $20. Add to any shirt. Voila.

Monday, August 6, 2012

Kelie Grosso on One King's Lane

Kelie Grosso has a One King's Lane sale coming up at 6pm PT Tues. Set your alarms. 

On top of being genuinely kind, funny, and helpful, Kelie has great style. I was recently in her studio getting help with fabric for an ottoman that needs recovering, and I spied some good stuff (in fact, I snagged a really beautiful pillow on the spot), so I know you won't be disappointed. 

Friday, July 20, 2012

Away we go.

Off to Italy today for two weeks.  (You can follow me on Twitter for updates if you're into that sort of thing.) First Rome for a lot of lazy walking around, hanging out, beating the heat with gelato, and even seeing The Tindersticks in concert. Then to Villa Cicolina in Montepulciano for a few days to hang out by a pool and escape a crowded Rome.

Then to Praiano (with the one and only SGM) which is just a few km south of Positano.

That will be us in the big red circle.

In about a week, my butt will be planet firmly in one of these chairs and (finally) I'll be reading Beautiful Ruins. I'm looking forward to getting away from it all. 

Sunday, July 15, 2012


If you've been following along, you know I looked at a cabin on a little piece of waterfront property in Kingston, WA. Today I went back to look at another place. Technically, Kingston claims this house as its own, but as you drive to the house, it's clear it belongs to Eglon, a place I'd never heard of until today.

Eglon is an unincorporated part of Kitsap County. I passed farms, cows, and horses (the latter actually on the road) as I made my way to the house, which is perched on high-bank waterfront that seems slightly less likely to collapse into the salt waters of the Puget Sound than the last house I toured. The Eglon house is cute. Less of a fixer. And while it comes with 60 feet of beach, access hasn't been carved out yet. So that's a project.

But let's talk about Eglon. It's barely a town. It's got a church, the old school (above, which is now a community center) and a little beach with a boat ramp. No gas station. No stores. That's about it.

In the 20s, Eglon tried to become a port. Boats would bring people from across the water, but when tides were too high or low, people had to stay on and try again the next time their boat made the loop. Not super reliable, as ports go. So Eglon never really happened. From what I can tell, they're happy about that. The state occasionally tried to consolidate authority over small ports now and then. But Eglon, with no mayor, does have a port commission. Gene Duvall, port commissioner, has said, "The wish of the community is to keep the port basically as it is."

Here's the "port" (and Commissioner Duvall):

And here's the view from the house:

Eglon, while sleepy, is a contender.