If it takes you this many words to sell your “minimalism” program,
you’re doing something wrong!
In Bed…
Be aware that if he’s in your bed, he’s in your head, too. Is the amount of space worth the rent you’re getting in both places? or even one of them?
Corbu in the Kitchen
I find Corbu’s curvy forms in the most mundane places and things.
Sparking Joy
Kon Mari employs the phrase “Does it spark joy?”
Sparking joy is the tipping point when one cannot decide if something should be kept. if the answer is no, than out it goes. That’s the short side of it at least.
Sparking joy can mean many, many things. Continue reading “Sparking Joy”
Sunday Comfort Lunch
Today’s lunch was homemade acorn squash soup with a Monte Cristo sandwich. I had extra french toast (on purpose!) after making my breakfast.
Sleepy Boi
Tough Life for this little guy.
Gathering of Grackles
This is the second time a large flock of grackles has taken over the tree in my courtyard. They just arrive on Sunday morning, hang in the tree for about a half hour then all leave together.
Grumpy Cat
Max is silently judging me today.
My “Jaded” Heart
Love grows even in little, green, jaded hearts.
A “Dress” dress
I’d been invited to a swanky affair downtown. I’d decided on tuxedo pants, but needed a blouse. Nothing was surfacing anywhere. I wanted something smashing!
Mr. Lincoln’s Ummm….
So FB is going to give me a $5-a bill with Mr. Lincoln’s face on it-to feature an ad with Mr. Lincoln’s umm junk?
Fewer Words Please…
I collect vintage dish towels. I like the linen ones, oceanside places are a particular favorite. I use them as hand towels in my bathroom.
One of my favorites is not from any specific place. It features seashells of the world. “Seashells from the Seacoasts of the World” is emblazoned across half of it.
Today, I dropped it, picked it up and hung it. Backwards. Accidentally. Continue reading “Fewer Words Please…”
Chicago Women’s Club
I started this back in April. The course of research is often a serious rabbit hole. It’s worse when working without a deadline for you have the leisure to make strands into ropes. Today, though I found the knot at the end of it. Or so I thought…
A few months ago, I pulled out a small Hollinger box of vintage paper I’d been saving. I hoped each would find a home on Ebay or Etsy. I listed some. They went nowhere. The slick, grey box looks chic and minimalist. It lives under my coffee table.
Today I took another look….
Happy New Year!
Ahh the “New Year.” That arbitrary cosmic reset button that gives us all a cosmic do over. Today is the lunar one. Happy Year of the Rat and more!
Many Soles
My neighborhood has many soles.