Stay up late for China

My days this week have been filled with writing, job research, cover letters, and serious organization around the corners of the house that took the brunt of the miscellany leftover from moving.  I ordered B a huckleberry pie for his birthday at the end of March, because that’s just how high-demand the Pie Hut huckleberry pies are from Sandpoint.  The rest of my days this week will be more of the same, with the addition of some serious eBay business.


Bugs, a wedding present from our friend Liz, and a frumpy bulldog (candle) wearing a tiny party hat.IMG_3888

My travel Braun alarm clock, miniature bear rug, and a book box bedside.  This book box is quite the acquisition to me: I saw these House Doctor books over a year ago online, but House Doctor is not an easy brand to acquire in the U.S. unless you want to pay exorbitant prices on top of even higher shipping prices.  So I did what I always do when I’m on the hunt – I saved an eBay search, Googled the item occasionally, and kept it on my Pinterest to remind myself.

(Why all of this for a silly book box?  Well, one, if you know me, you know I love vessels and boxes and hidden storage.  Two, I above all value quality design and had never seen such a delicious looking secret book box.  The ones you see at places like Ross are horrifyingly ugly, and even the other books in House Doctor’s collection are not cute to me.  But this one?  This could be a real book, and the color scheme is straight out of a Wes Anderson movie.)

But the story doesn’t end there.  I was so excited one day to stumble onto the Anthropologie website and see that they were selling a small selection of House Doctor items, including these books.  I ordered immediately.

The first time it arrived on my doorstep, I received the wrong book.  The second time, I received the wrong book.  The third time, I received the wrong book.  At this point, after three phone calls and several e-mails with Anthropologie, I refused to give in.  Fourth time’s a charm right?  WRONG.  I received the incorrect book again!  Being the queen of customer service, I called them again, was totally polite and shared a laugh with them over how ridiculous a process this has been, and received the correct book finally.  They even refunded me so the item was free.  It never hurts to be assertive and now this thing is pretty much a trophy.IMG_3862The rare picture-worthy moment when all of Pearl’s toys are put away before she pulls them out again one by one.  Poor Yoda, he is no longer with us, shortly after this picture, Pearl decided he was done for.


Orange Cat Anyone?


I want an orange cat bad.  Really, just any cat.  But I think cats with orange are top notch and I don’t want a calico or black cat because every one of them I’ve met had serious ‘tude.  One morning recently, barely after saying good morning to each other, B turned to me and said, “We should get a collie for Pearl.”  I laughed at the thought of a 60-pound collie trotting alongside little 25-pound Pearl, and then laughed even harder at the fact that that is what Bryan thinks about first thing in the morning.

Either way, conversations like that in a room with these views is worth sharing.



Flowers into flowers

A few weeks ago, we attended Bryan’s grandmother’s funeral at the Catholic church in Sandpoint.  It felt good to be back in the church, and the priest was a phenomenal speaker.  The reception was hosted by the “church ladies” as I’ve always called them – the volunteers who cook and work in the rectory.  They made delicious food and took care of everything, which was a huge relief to the family I’m sure.  There were so many flowers all over the room from family and friends, and Bryan’s mom insisted we take one home.


This was the hugest arrangement of flowers I have ever had in my home.  So, in the effort to make it last longer and brighten up every corner of my house, I decided to disassemble it and create little vases of bouquets.


It was messy, and I got green chunks from the florist’s foam all over my kitchen, but the result was totally worth it.


We do what we can to stay warm in the winter.

Church of Sundays


(Missing my girl hardcore today!)

Sunday is a sacred day to me.

I’ve been accused of irreverence on many occasions, and I don’t deny it.  I don’t attend a Catholic service on Sundays, I don’t abide by any set spiritual dogma.  I do believe in the Golden rule, and treating others how you would want to be treated – probably because it is one of the lessons that spans all religions and beliefs from the East to the West.  We are just specks in the universe, and you can’t put out bad and expect anything but bad in return.

But Sunday is still sacred to me.  There is no pressure, no rush.  I do the things I love – cooking and baking, cleaning, writing, reading.  It’s an important day for me, even when I don’t have a desk to be at on Monday morning.

From now on, I will be blogging on Sunday, since I’m often at my computer writing anyways.  It will be my Church of Sundays, and I’ll use it to share some of my favorite links and what I’m reading and listening to and loving.

+ Starting to study Palmistry as an accompanying resource to my tarot readings.  Gala over at Gala Darling has great tips on the basics and sparked my initial interest in Palmistry long ago.

+ This Incidental Comic perfectly depicts making the leap and the excuses we make.

+ I made this basic banana bread recipe the other day and it was simplistic deliciousness.

+ I bookmarked this article a while back hoping to write an article about the gender injustice of its message.  Instead, I’ll just share it here and let you decide.  While the article is stating facts without implying a message, I’m unsure why it is news that a successful politician makes $300,000 to speak at a University.  Oh yeah, it’s news because she’s a woman. And, the cherry on top?  GASP, she wants hummus too!

+ Hoping to get into countertop composting and looking at this attractive little baby at Target.  I would love anyone’s thoughts or resources on countertop composting!

+ Anyone who knows me knows that I have always been enamored with the miniature.  Imagine my excitement to find this blog in all of its tiny goodness!

+ Swooning and saving for this gorgeous Leibal crate.

Happy Sunday everyone!

Sick Day

IMG_0106It’s weird to be sick when you don’t have a place to be or pressing responsibilities.  I’ve been fighting a fever and aches and headaches for four days now, and I’m realizing I would much prefer three days of hardcore illness than these days of lingering nastiness.  One minute I have energy, one minute I’m down for the count.  After a large dose of Nyquil last night (remember Bunny Macdougal in Sex and the City?  “The only thing Nyquil cures is consciousness!”), I slept like a baby and went back to bed after my first wake this morning.  I’m definitely conquering this weird slow moving ailment and it just goes to show that rest and fluids really can do wonders.

Also, have you seen these mini bags of Haribo?  Not only are they tiny bags of gummy bears, but they are tiny bags of TINY gummy bears.  They have been keeping me company while I watch Bob’s Burgers in bed.


I am never bored.  I never get cabin fever, or antsy, or restless.  I can write until my eyes bleed, send out random letters of joy to friends far away, crochet, endless books and bookmarked articles to read, podcasts to catch up on, a dog to play with, projects to go for.  I’m proud of that characteristic, and it has served me well lately.  Staying productive keeps me in a good momentum.

My ivory buddha collection I inherited from my grandmother.  I’ve always loved these little guys, and would spend hours staring at them in her display cabinet.  They are so delicate and tiny and intricate.  Even the bottoms are engraved.IMG_0063_2An accidental snap on my phone while at breakfast.  I love that we can go out to eat now and try something new – the food in our last town was feeling very stale and even when we are disappointed up here, at least we got to try something new.


New Home Cutes.

Today, I started my freelance editing/writing job for a former colleague at the university.  It felt so good to do what I love professionally, and cannot wait to pursue that further.  Other job searching stuff is also motivating me beyond belief – I’ve enjoyed my month in la-la-land, but am so ready to rejoin the world.

With the new house finally coming together, there are just too many cute things to share.  So here are a few to cheer your Monday along.


Our entryway table is currently holding an abundance of candles, coasters, vases and other knick knacks until I finish hanging shelves and putting our guest room together.  The green velvet frame was a find at Moscow’s Storm Cellar where I consign clothing – if you have any good condition clothing, you should seriously check if they want it first.  They give you half of what they sell the item for, and it really adds up.


The prettiest package of books to ever land on my doorstep – Mexico: The Cookbook and the Rifle Paper Company’s edition of Little Women.


I’m so drawn to tea in every way, except actually remembering to drink it instead of 18 cups of coffee a day.  After being in China, I realized how few people in the world drink coffee like we do in the Western world, and it’s allllll about the tea.  I always feel great when I have a cup of tea after a meal, or mid afternoon when I’m getting the three o’clock drag, but coffee is like tea on steroids and seems more appealing at times.  I plan to drink much more tea this year.  (Let’s just call that the easiest resolution in the world.)


My new master bathroom (and I say “my” because Bryan took the second bathroom for his five things and let me have the palace)…(and I say “palace” purely because it has a window and storage and is connected to my bedroom – I have low renter’s standards for bathrooms) – is one of my favorite features in the new house.  I didn’t mind sharing a bathroom with B. at the time, but now being free to have my stuff everywhere, I’m definitely feeling grateful for this space of mine.