farm market {life}

Oh wow. All of your comments on our poor bathrooms had us laughing all day yesterday. They are sad, aren't they. Especially that master. You know, they one I use EVERY DAY. Gah. A couple more points. We like the blue tile on the floor of the guest bath too, but in case you didn't see in the comments, it really needs to go. It was improperly installed around the vanity and the radiator (which also needs to go), and, let's just say the floor isn't completely level. We love the subway tile in there too, and if I could match it, I'd just keep it. When we moved in there we're ugly frosted shower doors that we ditched in favor of a white waffle weave curtain. The problem is that we have some rough patches where the old doors attached to the wall. So, new tile all around is likely. We'll go with subway there.

And yes, Erin. That is my hair dryer in the sink. Plugged in. That's my "storage sink." Don't you have one of those? We really truly only use one of our sinks. If someone were to turn the water on in that sink it would likely sputter a bit before coming out of the faucet. Still, we know we need two sinks up there for resale value, so two sinks will go back in. I've seen vanities that have one big sink with two faucets and then a long counter alongside, but that sounds like a custom job to me, and we're going to do all of this on the pre-fab and cheap. And Sam's right. The master is dark. We have one small window that is covered by a shade for privacy, but I'm leaning to that wavy glass or frosting it so we can have the light. Also, my friend Stephanie (and others!) recommended the radiant heat, so I'm putting it firmly back on the table. So that's that. Any other questions I can answer? Anyone else want to do a mood board for me? I love those things, but I'm not good at them AT ALL. I'll sit back and await your genius!

Anyhoo....I mentioned last week that we wanted to try a new Farmer's Market, so Saturday we braved the muggy heat and headed to East Beach to check it out. I think I'll do a post sometime about this neighborhood because I absolutely lurve it, but honestly it was too hot on Saturday to do much more than grab our produce and dash! I took some pictures of a few of the houses, but to do it justice I really need to spend some time on a real walkaround.

The Farmer's Market at East Beach is small, on a lawn that is surrounded by homes, but there was plenty of bounty to choose from. I long for rows and rows of bushel baskets bursting with a bounty of produce, and while those markets do exist here they are a drive from us. You have to weigh it, I guess. The carbon offset of driving a distance for locally grown produce.

Still, I don't know. It might be worth it for a freshly picked tomato!

We came home with the blackberries and those cool purple beans. Some squash and "the best peaches" Cal has "ever tasted." When I claimed they tasted like sunshine, I was teased mercilessly, but they did.

We'll go back. More sunshine, STAT.

a tale of two bathrooms, bless their hearts {life}

First, I need to explain something about life in the southern U.S. When we had dinner with our neighbors on Saturday their out of town guests mentioned this particular quirk, and it's a handy one at that. I'm going to share it with you. We're heart-blessers here. Many of you have heard this already, I know, but for those who haven't, here's a brief explanation. If we're worried about you, or we don't really like you, or something is wrong with you (you're getting my point here, yes?), we bless your heart. (And for the record, I tend to be a heart blesser regardless, but that's a story for another day, I suppose. Not sure how it came to be, but there you are.) These bathrooms? Well. Bless their hearts.

First up, our guest bath. Where to begin? This bath is in the older part of the house (There was an addition put on right as we were moving in nearly ten years ago and that's where the master is. More on that in a minute.), and there's actually still some stuff to love in this bath. A large linen closet, and see that tub? It's cast iron and original to the house (1936). Long and deep and perfect for good long soaks in the winter time. It stays.

So the bathtub stays, but everything else? Well, everything else can go. And the tub needs help. We can hire someone to refinish it for about $350, but my freind Mark tells me that they make tub refinisher that you can do yourself. Mark is the veteran for a gazillion house flips, and even though his husband did the actuall refinishing, I'm going to trust him and dig around to find that stuff. It's easier sometimes to say what you don't like rather than what you do like about things, so to wit: while I essentially like the color of the tile on the floor, say bye-bye. We're leaning black and white hexagon to jive with the period of the house. I love subway tile too, but not on all the walls. So we'll limit that to, say, just around the shower? And those fleur de lis? Yeah, bye-bye to that too.

And the vanity? Oh GAWD. That vanity. It really, really has to go, doesn't it? And even if I loveloveloved the tile, once the vanity goes, the tile goes because the vanity is tiled in. For a guest bath, especially one with a huge linen closet, we don't such a ginormous vanity. Plus it's ugly. And huge. A big, ugly vanity. Bless its heart. And the toilet? For all I know it might be originial to the house too. It rocks when you sit on it, it's impossible to clean, and when you are sitting on it, the toilet paper roll is practically sitting on your lap.

So in this bath, the vanity and toilet and all the tile go. That radiator goes too (This bathroom, much like all of our bathrooms, has no heat. Love old houses!). We'll tile around the shower, refinish the tub and replace the fixtures. Much of the work on this space we can do ourselves. Neel loves demo. We have guys we can bring in for the drywall and the tiling, and the plumbing isn't tricky here. I'd love radiant heat in the floor, but we're still negotiating that one, right honey? Really, with this bathroom, the hardest part (fingers crossed that this stays true) will be making the decisions. Neel and I saw a vanity at Lowe's on Sunday that we both really liked. It's half the size of the one we have here, has space for storage but still feels open. My only concern is that there's enough room on top to put all your stuff, like razor, meds, toothbrush, etc. Know what I mean? Still, if that's the vanity we go with, things can trickle down from there. So there you have it, bath #1. Our plan is to get started on this one sometime late August/early September.

And now, behind door number 2.

We have this gem. Our master. I honestly don't have one nice thing to say about this bathroom, bless its heart. Let's start with the basics:

So! Many! Problems! It's small and awkward. The vanity has two sinks, which we're told is a big selling point. We only use one. But we'll build in two when we redo it. Still, I hate the counter, I hate the mirror, and I hate the sconces. And I do understand the, ahem, privacy aspect of the toilet wall. However, it chops up the room, and it takes too much space. (The toilet area feels way more vast than it needs to be.) That door opens into the shower, so there's lots of juggling around each other that we have to do.

Here's the vanity in all its glory. I didn't even bother to close all the drawers! That's because the drawers don't close very well, bless their hearts. Please note the ugly tile, ungrouted, which serves for a backsplash.

And a side-by-side photo. No storage. Let me back up and tell a little story. I'll tell the whole story of buying our house one day because many parts of it were magical. But the woman who was selling it was literally hammering in the last nails of the addition as the ink was drying on the contracts. She was running out of money. She also liked to do things herself. Bless her heart. Where we have these open shelves, she had a kitchen cabinet. There are no towel racks. Little bits of quarter round are plugged in to corners where she couldn't fit the molding. And that shower? I hate it. There really are no words. It was meant to have all these shower heads that massaged you and fun things like that, but within a week of owning the house they were leaking into our kitchen which is situated below. We took them out in favor of a plain shower head. There's no storage in the shower, so my big shampoo bottles sit on the floor. The bottom of the shower feels like plastic, and the kicker? Here's my favorite part: The lowest point is not at the drain. So we have puddles.

It feels like there are bigger decisions to make here. While I'd love to add a tub, the truth is, I can always get my soak on in our guest bath. After enjoying Debbie's glorious guest bath, I'm moderately content to settle for a killer spa-like shower with glass doors and gorgeous subway tile like at my friend Debbie's house. We'd likely have the room to do a tub and shower, but perhaps not a separate tub and shower. So this rooom will need a vanity (big), shower, toilet, tile for the shower and the floor, and some kind of storage. Not to mention fixtures. Oh, and Neel? Radiant heat? We're not interested in rearranging plumbing, so everything pretty much has to go where it is right now, but surely there's more we can do here, no?

Well, Erin, Sam and Annie? What do you think? Anybody interested (although Sam gets a free pass since she has her own bathroom to do)? I'll sit back and await your moodboards. ;) Bless your hearts.

 

monday mash up, July 16

1. Rainy Saturday. | 2. & 3. Doggies scared of rainy Saturday. | 4. Farmer's Market Bounty. | 5. Perfect Sunday. | 6. Gray coral fabric. | 7. Lawn man. | 8. Guest Bath Sneak Peek. | 9. The Best Salad Dressing Ever. | 10. Grooming. | 11. Pathway to my happy place. | 12. Salad for said salad dressing. | 13. Linen closet clean out. | 14. SnugglePups. | 15. Dinner with friends.

Clearly, the Monday Mash Up photo thing is getting out of hand. Too many? We had a good weekend, but I've been fighting a nagging weekend all day so I'm having trouble mustering much enthusiasm about it. The new farmer's market we tried turned up pretty trumps, might pull off a post about that in the next bit. Those beans are green on the inside which is super cool, and the blackberries didn't last an hour! We lost Cal to an intense neighborhood Nerf-gun war once we got home, but Neel and I started work on my studio and Cal's room (massive clean-out needed there). The dogs helped by sitting on my lap every time I sat down. All three of them. At once. Especially when it thundered.

Moral of the story: my studio is still pretty much a wreck. But at least we made a path from Cal's door to the bed.

We had a great dinner with our neighbors Saturday night. Homemade pizzas, cucumber margaritas, and the best salad dressing ever on our salad. If you've ever eaten at my house, you've likely had this dressing. I used to make it all the time, and I really should make it more. Intrigued? Maybe I'll do a post about that too.

Sunday we kick-started a tradition I'd like to keep up for the rest of the summer: early morning trip to the beach. Perfect waves, perfect sea, sun and sand. Neel and Callum boogie boarded for hours while I read and swam and watched the dolphins. We see dolphins every time we go to the ocean. Usually just the fins slicing through the water as they move their way up and down the coast, but on Sunday they really put on a show for us. Tail slaps, jumping full-on out of the water and leaping in the wake of speeding boats. We're so lucky. On the way home we swung into Lowe's so Neel could get some concrete and took a quick detour through the bath section. Not surprised, but still good to know that Neel and I are on the same page about stuff. My dad comes in August, and after that the real work will begin.

When we got home, Cal mowed the lawn! We'd put off handing this task over to him because he has pretty miserable allergies, but it's time. He did great. It's all his now. I wonder when he'll stop being thrilled?

So what's everyone's week looking like? I have some shooting to finish up (pictures, people, not guns!), and Cal is NOT going to camp. He didn't want to. We found a potential alternative later in the summer, so everyone is happy. I'll probably finish clearing out the studio (yawn, I'm boring myself now), and try to wind up a few other things too. Life's like that, isn't it. Doing a few things here and there. Some inspiring and some not so. It's all good.

Oh, and did you know I shave Neel's head every week?

five things, july 13 edition

1. I think I freaked Neel out not a little when I came home from California with the "clear the house like you're moving in three months mentality!" No. We're not moving. But vacations do inspire, and staying at Debbie's gorgeous home made me want to clear the mental and physical clutter around here. I'm starting a big studio cleanout this weekend, and Cal's room needs help like nobody's business. I want our home to work smarter, not harder, and with that in mind there are still some things I need. I have my eye constantly out for a coffee table for our family room, new dining room chairs, a liquor cabinet for our kitchen hall and curtains for our bedroom. That's all!

2. I think here's the kicker: there's the matter of those bathrooms. There's some serious clutter clearing to be done around those parts before any demo can be done. But pinning is so much more fun! Wasn't the bathroom Erin posted about beautiful? There are parts of that bathroom that appeal to me for each of our bathrooms. I'll get brave and post about them next week I suppose, but I can't say I really relish taking pictures of our two main bathrooms and, you know, sharing them.

3. I think that I'm feeling so grateful for what Theresa calls my creative tribe this week. Chatting with Mark (even though he wasn't exactly helpful) always brightens my spirit. I'm working on some blog changes (elbows deep in a new platform, and my brow is furrowed and my mood cranky), and Erin from like\want\need was great for bouncing ideas off of, and another chat with Annie of Insideology pushed my creative spark to some places that I didn't expect it to go. I'm not the best at defining my dreams, and I know I'm too shy to share them here yet (if I even knew exactly what they were), but simply having people to turn to... Whether it's to say, "What do you think of this idea?" or even ..."this color?" Well, it makes all the difference, doesn't it? That being said, you all are my tribe. I'm not expecting huge changes here at SPL, but I am stuck in the blogging doldrums a bit. Hoping that by freshening things up a bit, I can redefine my purpose too. I'm open to hearing your thoughts as well, if you have any input you'd like to give me. You're all my tribe, people!

4. I think I'm leaning to not having Callum go to a camp next week. We have until the very last minute to decide, and I'm not feeling it. He'd been gone all day long for the whole week, and let's face it, I like having him around. It's basketball camp, and it would be good to sharpen his skills before he plays in middle school next year, but how do you know when to say no?

5. I think we're looking forward to a quietish weekend. We'll likely head up to the concerts at Monarch Way on Saturday night, and I want to hit up a new Farmer's Market tomorrow morning. I would dearly love to get to the beach, but I imagine that might be tricky given how Neel would dearly love to get into his garden. I feel sure the grill will come into use, and my studio will look worse before it looks better. How lucky am I that this is just the kind of weekend I love, and that I have such a weekend to look forward to? Today is my friend Seamane's birthday, and I'll be thinking about her a lot today. Next week I want to make a tomato pie and maybe shrimp and grits too. What do you guys have going on? Do you feel as lucky as I do?

where I live :: tidal {life}

Early Wednesday, in the wee small hours, I woke up to the sound of rain. This is pretty unusual, actually, (Neel and I sleep with a fan blasting [we like it icy and we like the noise.]) and I don't think I can remember a time when I could hear the rain falling outside. Wind, yes. All the time. The rain? Never. Until that night.

When I hear rain like that, the first thing I always do is check the street.

As expected, the street was gone, and in its place, a river. These photos were taken from a storm a few weeks ago, but flooding like this is not uncommon at this time of year. Our tidal river is partly to blame, as is the fact that Norfolk is second only to New Orleans in the U.S. for issues with flooding and sea level rise.

Once the rain stops, we all emerge to check things out. By the time I could get out and take photos, the water was already receding. You can see the high-water line along the grass across the way. Cal is at the deepest spot, at the corner of two streets and about five house down from ours.

Anyone with a car parked on the street has cause for concern (I know I was worried Wednesday night since Neel usually parks Blanche, our Mini Cooper, on the street. Thankfully he'd pulled into the driveway or he would have been headed out in the downpour!)

Next up! Watching the cars trying to navigate the deep waters! The trucks can usually make it, but the cars are often not successful.

It's funny. I love the street flooding. It's exciting, and as long as I'm safe at home and not worrying about how to get here, it's fun to watch how high the water goes. The worst so far came a couple years ago during a November nor'easter, although the water Wednesday night got pretty high. There are things I don't like though. I don't like that our street floods more now than it did when we moved here nearly ten years ago, and I don't like that Neel and I are noticing that the water takes longer and longer to recede after a storm. In the meantime, we're thinking we need a no-wake zone.

well-Tended {life}

Thank you all so very much for your comments on yesterday's post. A wonderful thing happened after this trip, actually. Really, until we went, I felt as if I had firmly shut the door on our life back there. I almost had to. But going back to L.A. and visiting our friends Debbie and Mike and their kids somehow allowed me to open that door again and enjoy all the wonderful memories we have of that place. I'm not saying I didn't have wonderful memories of the time we lived there, but of the place? Well, I realized that I just didn't let myself think about it too much. Before I start sounding too crazytown, let me tell you about the heart and soul of our trip. Our visit with our friends.

We felt so well hosted and tended to during our time with them. The family we stayed with are friends who lived in Virginia who moved back home to California about a year ago. Their kids are like cousins to my kid, and it was both wonderful and not at all amazing to see them fall in together as if not a single day had passed since they'd seen each other.

Part of what made this visit so lovely was how well incorporated we felt into Debbieand Mike's day-to-day lives. They were busy, and still they comfortably fit us in. We knew where the waffles were and what time the coffee started brewing. We knew where to put the silverware and the cling wrap too. It was easy being there. Homelike.

We spent most of our time at home sitting outside. Our meals were out there and the kids moved in and out, from the pool to the sofa and back again. It's that California weather that lets you do it. I felt for Neel, back home fighting 100+ degree heat and beating off derechos. Not in sunny California!

We shared some amazing meals together. Grilled chicken from a local butcher one night and Mediterannean food for take out another.

There may have been a cocktail or two.

One of my favorite evenings included another set of dear friends from Virginia who spend their summers in California. Debbie, Tracy and I would meet regularly for lunch when Debbie was still living nearby, and now Tracy and I carry the torch. Just the two of us. Sniff. Five kids in the pool giggling madly, five grownups sitting around the table catching up. We played Running Charades after dinner (Has anyone heard of this? I'll explain sometime if you want me to.), adults and kids together, and we just had the best time. One of the clues was Sugar Sugar (try acting that one out!), and after we were all done and having dessert (I made that trifle again), everyone was gathered in the kitchen, rehashing the game and someone led us off singing that famous chorus. I can't sing, at all, but hearing everyone belting it out? Well, my heart was full.

It's funny. I'm usually really detail oriented when I'm taking photos, and this time I keep thinking of things I missed. The yellow bucked filled with blue and white striped towels that they keep out by the pool. The tower of white towels in the guest bath. The guest bath that about has me convinced that we don't need a shower in our master (Debbie, I may need you to send photos so Neel can see...or we'll just come back. But I think we'll need a bathroom sooner rather than later.). It's funny to me that I missed all that. I was busy just soaking it all in, I suppose.

Evenings were my favorite. Twlight time. 

Once the chill hit the air, we'd gather around the heat lamp or the firepit. I dearly love California evenings.

We'd listen to music (Cachao or old Simon and Garfunkel) and sit around the table as night fell, and one night the kids made s'mores.

I could go on and on I guess. About the breeze (right, Erin?), or the mountains and the palm trees. I could talk about shopping in my old grocery store chain, and how when I came home I told the cashier here that I had a Von's card. I could tell you about how right hills feel to navigate, and how I loved wearing a sweater in July. I could talk about how surprising it was that it was so much fun to see all those iconic L.A. sites. I could talk about how lovely it was just being outside so much. And the clarity of the light. I could talk about how different the landscape is from here, all dusty pinks and beiges instead of deep, deep greens. I could describe my surprise at seeing a street in Pasadena (must get back there) lined with magnolia trees, and how happy I was to see bougainvillea and jacaranda again.

But when you boil it all down, it's being with these people again. We could be sitting in my muggy, buggy backyard instead of feeling the waters of the Pacific rush over our toes and I'd be just as happy, I think.

Thank you, my friends. 

dreamin' {life}

I suppose I should tell you a bit about my history with California before we go much further. In the late 90s, immediately after he finished graduate school, Neel and I lived in San Diego for about six years while he did his post-graduate work. When we flew there for Neel's interview, I knew before our plane even landed that I'd come home. Callum was born there, and in more ways than one, Neel and I felt like we grew up there. I love where we live now, and we're so happy here in so many ways, but leaving San Diego was one of the hardest things I've had to do. We took Callum back over his Christmas break a couple years after we'd moved away and that was another one of the hardest things I'd had to do. I sat in this restaurant and cried so hard that our server actually asked me, "Ma'am, are you okay?" San Diego is the only place I've lived where I didn't think about living someplace else.

Pathetic, isn't it? This time, going back was a delight. I'll tell you about staying with our friends tomorrow and what wonderful hosts they were, but today I thought I'd show you some bits and pieces of our trip.

Our friend Mike gave us two great driving tours of L.A., which I never would have been able to do on my own. He was an awesome tour guide.

We climbed up into the Hollywood Hills and wandered around the Griffith Observatory. It was packed, but I could have spent hours there. The kids loved it too, just wandering around and watching the sun set over Los Angeles.

It's not a bad view.

Of course I took Callum to a Dodgers game (they lost).

And we took the kids to the Santa Monica Pier.

Mike's driving tours went past all the iconic L.A. sites.

Cal and I did the trip to Manhattan Beach to meet with Teri and Theresa on our own. I've always maintained that I continue to drive like a Californian here in Virginia, and I'm pleased to learn that this is, in fact, true.

We met at the Shade Hotel, and I would love to stay here sometime! Even the bathrooms were gorgeous! We eventually got booted out for a wedding, which would have been fun to stay and see. More than that I would have loved to have stayed and chatted with these two amazing women longer than we did. I could have stayed all day!

We shared a great meal (Theresa, we should have had champagne! Next time!) I have to thank Callum for being such a good sport by hanging with us (and being our personal photographer!) for so long and listening to all of our bloggy chatter. Teri has a gorgeous fall of brunette hair and Theresa wore these stunning braids wound into a bun that I'm still trying to figure out how to replicate. As you saw, Theresa was in red, of course (with tan and red nail polish...so stylish!), and Teri was beachy in chambray and white. Perfection. They seemed so easy together and we all felt easy with each other. Who would have known it would be like that? I should have known. Now I do.

Being with friends, the old ones and the new ones, was the best. That, and this. This view. That blue, blue ocean and those vistas. Every single moment of the trip was a dream (aside from the migraine I got on the first night, but I took care of that handily). And you know what's funny? We met some really cool people on the plane. Each time we were in a three-seat row, I sat next to someone cool. On one leg a momma with a seven-month old (she picked me and had her husband sit elsewhere because she figured I'd be patient with the baby!). On another, another mom, headed to CA to spend the weekend with her college-aged son who was working at a camp out there. I could see me in her someday. Although she was far more glamorous than I'll ever be! And on one of our last legs, we met a woman who was meeting her boyfriend's family for the first time. They'd been dating for four years and the whole family was hooking up for a vacation at some cabins at a lake over the Fourth. She thought he might propose! It kills me that I don't know what happened!

Our toes in the sand at the Pacific. Who could ask for anything more? Our first day home was the Fourth of July, and it was so nice to have Neel home with us all day. Cal slept late, and we scooted to the beach for a couple hours. It's a push to get Neel to the beach with us (He's a little like Erin that way.), and Callum and I were so grateful to bob away in the Chesapeake Bay with Papa for awhile. We told him all about the trip as the warm water gently lapped over us. We had a great time, and having been born there, Callum feels very connected to California. Neel asked him what he loved so much about the place, and Cal said this: "It's not something you feel with your brain. It's something you feel with your heart."

Yes.

Monday Mash Up, July 9

Well, I can't say a thing before wishing the happiest of birthdays to MY DAD! I could do a whole long post about what this guy means to be, and maybe I will someday. Still, he generally doesn't want too much attention drawn to himself, so that might be the last thing he'd want to read today. He'd probably love it if you wished him happy birthday, though. In his honor we went to a birthday party for our favorite two year old. She did not have the cigar and vodka with a twist that my dad might have preferred, but we'll celebrate when he's up here next. Still, there were ponies! It was hot!

People, it was so hot here this weekend. At one point I was standing in the shade, chatting with someone at our friend Margaret's party, and I was so hot I felt a chill move up my legs. And I get dewey sweaty when I'm hot, so it wasn't really my finest moment. I'm so pretty! Callum, who does not seem to mind the heat, spent a lot of time locked in ping pong championships with his neighborhood mates. This I can not understand when the temps are topping out over 100, but I'm glad he's playing outside (and drinking lots of water).

We went for sushi on Saturday (my choice), and Cal had his first roll after stealing pieces of ours for years. He's getting the hang of the chopsticks thing too. Beyond that, it was too hard to do much else. We watched bits and pieces of movies (Napoleon Dynamite, Harry Potter the Number Whatever, and Neel kept trying to sneak old James Bonds past me) because it was too hot to stir. We've decided it's finally time to get cracking on our bathroooms. Both our master and guest baths need serious help (You likely know what I mean, yes, Mark?). I know all you design oriented people can do mood boards, and such, but honestly? I've spent a hot and happy weekend, pinning bathroom ideas. I'm not sure I could pull off a mood board if, well, it hit me in the face. Theresa, will you please come over? Our guest bath will need the least work, but the master needs a major overhaul. Currently we only have a (horrible) shower in there, and I'd been pushing hard for a tub and shower. Neel has me about convinced that a really, really nice shower will do, though. What do you think?

Breakfast at Wimbledon on Sunday. It's been a tradition since I was a kid. We're Federer folk over here, but I was so pulling for Andy Murray. Not Callum. He was thrilled with the outcome. Love both those guys though. And beer butt chicken again on Sunday. Cooked out with our neighbors, and the chicken was even better this time around. Neel based his rub off this one (we cut down the chili powder and added brown sugar), and worked out the kinks in the cooking time. Thea (the Corgi) loves to grill with Neel. She saw him lift a bag of charcoal to take outside, and she bolted for the door! (Of course when she's not grilling, she can be found under the hydrangeas. Have I mentioned that it's hot?) We grilled some zucchini and squash and had an impromptu gather around the table. Aren't those the best? Everybody brought something, and the wine flowed as freely as the conversation. Nice night.

So we have storms and cooler temps headed our way this week. What are you guys up to? Oddly, this feels like the first real week of summer. We have things to do, but nothing specific scheduled for the agenda. I'm trying not to freak out.

five things, july 6 edition

1. I think, all things being equal, it's good to be home. We've spent the last few days settling in. Dusting shelves, paying bills, rearranging camp schedules, and oh. The laundry. Doesn't it feel good though? To reclaim your space? I hit my jet-lag wall around 3:30 p.m. on Thursday afternoon, and just gave up. Callum stayed in jammies most of the day and we watched Olympic trials on TV. Speaking of the Olympics, we can't wait. (Oh, and Project Runway too. Anyone else watching?)

2. I think I love the way going on vacation makes you reframe your life and think about things differently. Or think that you'll think about things differently when you decide to wake up.

3. I think Neel's Beer Butt Chicken was pretty yummy. We need to tweak it a bit, and Neel wants to try a new rub (one where he doesn't accidentally dump a bunch of extra red chili flakes into the rub), but it kind of blows my mind that we cooked a whole chicken on the grill. Sitting up. On a can.

4. I think I'm ready for some changes. I'm restless. Today I finish settling in, but Monday, I get cracking. Not sure what's going to change yet, but for sure, something will.

5. I think that the internet is pretty freaking amazing. In the last week, I met two women previously only known through these spaces and felt like I've really known them for ages (more on that next week). Almost more special than that was another thing that happened. On Sunday night, a camp counselor of mine from long, long ago died unexpectedly. I grew up going to a wonderful sleep-away camp in the Smoky Mountains called Camp Montvale. I won't bore you with those stories here, but if you ever went to sleep-away camp, you know how significant those summer times can be. Rudy, the counselor who died, was a significant part of many, many summers for me. When we sat around the fire on the first night of camp each year, listening to his traditional story of Bug Juice, we never dreamed of a world where we'd all be able to keep in touch through Facebook. I never dreamed that I'd find those lost friends, many barely remembered, so many years later. Rudy was special to many, and he had that amazing gift of making you feel as if you were special to him. I can thank the internet that I even knew of this man as an adult. That I knew of his marriage and his family. And as hard as it was to learn, when the news of his passing hit my Inbox, I was grateful just to know. All through the next days, tribute after tribute has poured in for this man. Nearly every ping of my email brought another memory or a photo or an opprotunity for friends of Rudy's to gather. If all those emails and memories trailing in comforted me, then how must it have helped his family to see? Thank you, internet. And Rudy, rest in peace.

taking a breath {still + life}

Well, I didn't jump from the Manhattan Beach Pier. But there's loads of laundry, and the groceries to do, and bills to pay, and a birthday present to pick up, and photos to edit. Neel made an amazing Beer Butt Chicken (especially for his first attempt) yesterday, which we had with Julia Child's American Style Potato Salad (the only potato salad I ever make) and a family favorite pie called Blueberry Delight. But I kind of can't believe I did all that and went for a dip in the Bay on our first day back. I'm W O R N  + O U T. So, I thought I'd come back tomorrow with Five Things and be here again full force on Monday with a recap of the trip. We had a wonderful time. Mark's right, we almost didn't come back and all talk now is how to get there again.

Independence Day

Happy Fourth of July my lovelies! We're home safe and sound, swimming through the muddy air of East Coast humidity rather than skating on cool Southern California breezes! Still, it's good to be home. We're playing it low-key today. Neel's going to fire up the grill in a bit and we might try to dip our toes in the sea. I have so much to tell you and so may photos to edit. I'll try not to bore you with it all! And I'm anxious to catch up with all of you too! In the meantime, I'm going to recover, throw in another load of laundry and listen to Neel and Callum laugh together. Music to my ears. xoxox

monday mash up, July 2

My dears, we're having such a lovely time on our trip. Each day has brought a delight, reminders of old familiar friends and bright new discoveries too. I can't tell you what joy it has brought me to be in this space. I've been surrounded by loved ones in the place that is the home to my soul. And meeting Teri and Theresa? What a delight! It's probably good that Neel isn't here or I'd never leave. I'll tell you all about it, I promise. We travel tomorrow, and until then we plan on soaking up every moment. But what do you think? Is Lucy, seen perched here between our bedroom and Cal's, ready for us to come home?

five things, june 29 edition

1. I think I can't quite believe that we're lucky enough to spend the next five days in this lovely space. If you follow me on twitter or instagram (go and follow me, I can be witty sometimes), you might have guessed that we took a little trip. Cal and I are off on an adventure to spend some time with some dear, dear friends of ours in Southern California. Cal and the kids of this family are like a pack of cousins. They never missed a beat. I can't tell you how good that did my heart. And the grown ups? Well, we all like each other too.

2. I think I can officially call myself an overpacker. How do you feel about packing? Over or under? Are you ashamed of me now or do you get where I'm coming from?

3. I think I'm also an overplanner. I'm trying not to be on this trip. I told my friend Debbie (it's her pool you had Cal swimming in this photo) that I'm trying to go with the flow this time people, but I'm white knuckling it as I do.

4. I think I can promise lots of photos for you and some great stories, and I think if I get to meet a couple of my favorite bloggers along the way (ladies, I'm looking at you and you), it'll be a highlight of the trip.

5. I think no matter how many years we live away from here (and it's been nearly a decade now) and no matter how much I've come to love where we do live, I'll always miss California.

trifle {life}

Adapted from Tyler Florence's Lemon Curd Trifle with Fresh Berries

1 pint each, raspberries, blueberries & blackberries, gently combined
1 pound cake, sliced
1 cup whipping cream
1/4 cup sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
Several spoonfuls of jarred lemon curd (I totally cheated, folks!)
Limoncello, if desired (ha)

Whip the cream with a mixer until it forms stiff peaks, and then add the sugar and the vanilla. Gently fold in the lemon curd until well blended.

Cover the bottom of a trifle bowl (call your neighbor if you don't have one) with slices of pound cake, arranging them to fit. Drizzle with Limoncello. Don't be stingy here. Repeat: don't be stingy here. The pound cake can get dry, and the Limoncello can help keep it moist. Cover the pound cake layer with a layer of the whipped cream. Top the whipped cream layer with a layer of the berries. Repeat the layers (drizzling the pound cake with the Limoncello) until you're out of ingredients (we got three layers out of our stuff), ending with a layer of berries. Garnish with fresh mint. Our trifle sat in the fridge for about 5 hours, and by the time we ate it, it wasn't terribly lemony. I don't like a ton of lemon flavor, and even I was a bit disappointed. It's a balance, I guess. More Limoncello, and we might have had soggy trifle (soggy trifle = no good). Sitting longer might have also meant soggy trifle. By the next morning (And yes, we had trifle for breakfast, there wasn't that much Limoncello!), it was just about perfect. So I might advocate making this the day before. And sharing. So much better shared.

The light was so lovely when I took these pictures. That pre-rain lovely light. I'm almost tempted to turn this post into a PDF and make a recipe card out of it!