It’s pouring rain and Pearl won’t stop digging in the mud around a backyard bush.  I’m hanging onto every beautiful sunny day to get me through the rainy ones, and slowly putting away my winter coats, boots, and accessories.


I brought out the Oh Joy collection from last Spring to spice up a boring space between cupboards.  There are still a few bare walls around here, like the dining room, while I decide on something.  Photo Jojo sells engineering prints for a really great price, and the dining room has a lot of color already, so I am sorting through pictures to find a good one that B likes.  I think the faded grey/black/white scheme of it will offset the other bright items, so I’ll share the wall and space once I commit to a picture.


Our bar cart needs some serious organization, which leads me to my list of spring cleaning tasks I’ve been making since we moved in.  Horribly awful kind of tasks like cleaning the track of the sliding glass door, dusting the tops of the cupboards, all of the vents, and washing any bar glasses that haven’t been used recently (I’m looking at you, copper mugs).  I’m also going to pull out the fridge and clean the coil – I read recently that keeping a clean coil helps your fridge run efficiently and reduces any sort of fire risk.


I hate putting this Oh Joy tray away in the winter, but I only do it in the really dark, cold months.  Our dining room has gorgeous afternoon light, and I know it will be terribly hot on summer afternoons, so I’m enjoying it this spring.  Big time.

I have a very long post on China coming this week, along with some other home details and upcoming plans.  xo



No such thing as too much X-Files.


I haven’t had much to say these last weeks, as most of my free time has been spent writing cover letters and exploring our new town.  Today was gorgeous and we took a long morning walk, thrift shopped our faces off, and worked on our yard.

We’ve been watching X-Files lately, one of Bryan’s favorite shows.  I’ve never sat and watched them consecutively.  As an avid believer in the unknown, the occult, the otherworldly possibilities, I become entrenched in the episodes, feeling myself overwhelmed with the possibilities.

I just really hope the Men in Black are real.

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.