If I were a clog, I'd clog in the morning

My latest obsession is clogs.

Like a hoof - a clog knows how to ka-lunck.

Old album covers are rad too.

These clogs have knots.

These clogs have buckles.

This cat is not a clog.

Lunch at Giovanni's

With Spring at our fingertips and the promise of rain on Sunday, we spent a nice afternoon at Morro Bay on Saturday. On the list of things to do was lunch at Giovanni's Fish Market, gaze at the ocean, talk about all times we have gone sailing, drink Margaritas, and walk around town.

Halibut and chips, my friend. So delicious that I can't get over it. I just zoned out and stuffed my face.

I like little old towns that have little old theaters in them.

We also went to Mill's, one of the last old-fashioned stationary stores in the West. Well, I don't know that for a fact, but let's face it Staples and Office Max have pretty much squelched the competition.

I bought a notebook there - so clever of me, and we went on our merry way.

Which was next door to an antiques mall, but my heart wasn't in it, so we went for a drive and I named every wildflower I saw.

Vintage Valentine

Happy Valentine's Day!

My Favorite Things

Si's eyes, 
Totoro bento, 
Weird clouds, 
Pinwheel lunches, 
and Purple flowers.


Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with strings
These are a few of my favorite things

Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things

Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
Silver white winters that melt into springs
These are a few of my favorite things

All That Glitters

How is it that when you're in Pottery Barn, everything looks so beautiful and trendy, and then when you bring it home, it looks like just another plate?

I don't know what is with me these days. Might be a good dose of spring clean re-do the decor blues.

I look at PB catalog and think - Boy I'd sure like a new desk. All I need to do is get rid of the one I have and some other stuff to. And then the Mister reminds me that PB spends a lot of time and money marketing their vibe, their look, and it comes with a price.

So I put the critical thinking cap on, and notice the catalog page has a view of the ocean blue and white sand, and the glass in the windows is perfectly clear and the breeze is blowing the lovely blue curtains ever so slightly, and the couches are brilliant white, and the throw pillows are all coordinated with lovely beachy motifs, and the sisal rug isn't hiding sand and fleas like it would if this were reality. Because I know. I lived in a beach house where the previous occupants were dog lovers and since they were now gone, the fleas they left behind were a might bit hungry and camped out in my nose at night. Really gross.

And yes I would love all white furniture in my office, but how could I ever give up my cherry wood table (circa 1950s) that I scored at a garage sale for 50 bucks?

I can't.

Maybe just some new curtains in that breezy blue.

This Spoke To Me

This is my new vanity. Odd though as I've never seen one full-sized as opposed to sitting. The tops came off with old fabric and glass and will be replaced with the like or wood or perhaps stone (because I'm into to stone). Needs a good cleaning and polish. Might be from the 20s or 30s. Does anyone have a guess?

The flyer said it was free, so I called straight away. I think we were meant for each other, although I really don't like looking at myself.