Little trail of bread crumbs...

I've been blogging a little differently lately.
My literary hero, Jack Kerouac would be very proud
of the stream of consciousness writing that I have been creating
over on my tumblr site.

sometimes I have 15 little thoughts that I want to share with you.
but not a single big, well defined idea that I feel comfortable putting on a page.
so i got started with this new "micro blogging" site.
and i have to admit it is quite addicting.

I'd really love for you to stop by.
See what I'm doing today.
See what was on my mind yesterday.

Visit my Tumblr site here

Love,
M

In Pictures

There a little bits and pieces of our tiny home
that no matter how many times I pass by them,
they bring me an overwhelming sense of warmth.
I grabbed the camera and made my best attempt to document them for you.
So that you could perhaps, feel the same.

Let's start in our kitchen.
My best friend Natasha came last week and said this was her favorite spot.
Brent and I both had to agree with her.
The big oversized window is almost always open (although not in this picture)
and we can peer down on people as they walk down below.
Every now and then when I'm cooking dinner, I'll hear someone below say....
mmmm, that smells good!



Ahh! My fruitbasket! Isn't it the greatest shade of blue?
There is this old kitchen store on Divisidero, stocked to the ceiling
with old metal mixing bowls and cast irons pans,
delicate wedgewood cake plates and dented egg beaters.
I found this little beauty there and brought it home.
I wish it was full of fruit, but due to an always open (screenless) window
the fruitflies have found us,
so all the peaches and strawberries reside in the fridge for now.


All these birds! They're everywhere you look in this place. on the shelves, on plates, hanging rom the ceiling. Even our salt and pepper shakers are birds! This picture has two very special pieces to me. The alphabet block once served as a make-shift leg on my mama's fried chicken pan. I found it in the bottom of the box, and the mere sight of it made my mouth start to water! The little yellow plate has a story I'll save for another day. Lets just say, when I purchased it online I thought it was a dinner plate. Oh the adventures of ebay!


Well, I've got plenty more pictures to share. But I'll save a few for another blog tomorrow.

And on a completely separate note. I got a little overzealous with a box of blonde hair dye recently. I turned myself yellow and had to get the professionals to fix it:


Love to you all!
Melissa