If it takes you this many words to sell your “minimalism” program,
you’re doing something wrong!
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”
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.
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?
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.
Quiet Morning at Home
Quiet, snowy morning at home.
On the Border at Calvary Cemetery
I went to Calvary Cemetery today. It sits on the Evanston/Chicago border; it is officially in Evanston. It’s a little slice of nature in the city, I often see deer and have twice been “escorted” by a coyote. Take a look at my favorite photos.
Breaking Up for the First Time
I’ve never had to break up with a friend. Usually things just fade, one or both are perpetually “busy.” Part of the pact that is “Midwest nice” is that people get the message and it’s finished.
But I finally did have to break up with a long-time friend. Many things had been simmered for many months. I no longer found our friendship rewarding and felt annoyed after meeting with him. It finally blew up mid-December. I told him “let’s talk after the holidays.”
The Thompson Center
It’s “the building everyone loves to hate.” I have to admit I’ve had my close calls on the granite floors during the rainy season. It was an architectural experiment that never got the “form follows function” memo. Continue reading “The Thompson Center”
Miro
Most adore the Picasso across the street, but this Miro is one of my favorite public sculptures in Chicago. I find The Sun, The Moon and One Star rather menacing; especially since it is so feminine!