Wrapping the Week

We are heading to the farm for the weekend to visit my mom, whose health continues to improve. It will be cold, but sunny. The drive will entail a lot of crappy billboards. But once we are there, it is heavenly. Plus, many of my dads cows are already calving. Nothing cuter than a newborn calf.

We had chicken with 40 cloves of garlic in the claypot this week.  

A motivational speaker explains why excellence matters.

I wish I could affort this magazine published in Spain about everyday apartments.

Grace Paley's poem Here and Gary Soto's poem Oranges.

I'm loving you. Have a wonderful weekend!

When life gives you snow, make igloos

So while I'm always complaining about the winter weather, we have friends in North Carolina who rarely receive significant snow. When they get it, they take full advantage of it. Check out the magnificent igloo Boyce, Ingrid, Cameron, Blake, and Alexi built! It was large enough for all of them to fit into and they lit it beautifully with a star lantern hanging thorugh the ceiling. How fun and delightful. I'm inspired!



I don't remember where I found this image, or if someone sent it to me. I keep a folder of such things for inspiration.


Spaceship or House?

This kitchen certainly suggests a "command center".
Reminds me of a ship!
Isn't it weird?
Three acres and a great view. Only one hour west of St. Louis! But this place is just too strange. If I were a hillbilly alien robot, maybe. 



The irony of my last post is that I wrote it the Friday before my mom's birthday and scheduled it to post on Monday, her birthday. My mom is a private person, so I won't go into detail, but this past week she experienced a major health scare. She spent Sunday through Friday in the hospital and I shuttled back and forth from Jefferson City to home. Tuesday was pretty much the worst day of my life. It was an emotionally brutal week for everyone in my family and I still feel like it was all a bad dream. Without my family, my friends, and my amazing husband, I don't know what I would do. Oh, and Audrey's babysitter, who continues to amaze me. Even though everything appears to be okay, I still feel like crawling in a little hole until spring. I don't want to deal with this stuff EVER. But she is going to be okay. She is going to be okay. We are all going to be okay. Okay. 

Again, I have the best family and friends in the world. Thanks for all the love and support.



My mom is truly the best. Today is her birthday and mine is Friday. When I was in junior high and high school, she would let me skip school around our birthdays and we would go shopping and out to eat to celebrate ourselves. She has always been my best confidant and biggest supporter. I am her only daughter. Last summer we took a ride on the golf cart out to the field where my dad was putting up hay {above}. I feel sooo lucky that I have a daughter and that she has her grandma around.



“I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Indeed, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.”
– Ogden Nash

On the eve of yet another 3.5 hour drive to my parents, I have decided to join and/or donate to Scenic America. The billboards along highway 70 depress me every time we head west. There is a Scenic Missouri chapter. I think I read somewhere that we are one of the worst states. The above photo only begins to illustrate how ridiculous the situation is.

Vintage Valentine Countdown: 12




These images of children at a Parisian puppet theatre in 1963 were on Cup of Jo today. The bottom shot is the moment that St. George slays the dragon. Just incredible. Love, love, love.

Vintage Valentine Countdown: 8



I am halfway through Passing Strange. I stopped to devour Game Change, which I started Tuesday night and will finish tonight. There are at least four unread New Yorkers next to my bed. I wish I could escape for an entire week to a room with a fireplace and endless supply of hot tea to just catch up on reading. I'm starting to think the crammed bookshelf next to my bed and above my head is just terrible Feng Shui.

Vintage Valentine Countdown: 5


Vintage Valentine Countdown: 1

I have quite a few vintage valentines--some more appropriate than others. I'll be posting one a day through February 14th. 

Spring Vow

January is over! February is short. March brings the big blue skies.

Spring Vow

by Larissa Shmailo

We will love like dogwood.
Kiss like cranes.

Die like moths.
I promise.