Leah Giberson.

I had to order one of these prints. Can you guess which one I picked? The Jealous Curator has been knocking my socks off lately. When I saw this artist (and others – this spider web repair is unbelievable) on her post recently on SF Girl by Bay, I just got lost in the looking. Blogs, flickr pages, personal sites, etsy... The world wide has made so many artists out there accessible and I truly love the internet for connecting me to all these amazing creative people and their work.

Pool season, summer, is slipping away from me, and glancing at this little reminder of good things to come might help me get through the winter ahead. Love that the pools appear to be empty.

It's dark again when I wake up and I keep thinking as my eyes are opening, It must be because it's raining. But then the sun rises through the window in the shower and I feel a little despair. Oh how I love Summer. The light, heat, humidity, cicadas singing, bonfires, fruit and vegetables, and an excuse to let all things just... SLACK. Thank god for September, who lets us ease into the holidays slowly. I'm actually looking forward to you too!

10 Years Old.

When I smell fresh, ripe cantaloupe like this, I am instantly transported back to the little pass-through breakfast bar at our cottage in Lake Geneva. My grandmother is on the other side of it in the kitchen, drying dishes with a hand towel, and my brother and I, sitting on stools, legs dangling, on either side of him, stare in disbelief as we watch our grandfather put black pepper on his.

Peterbilt.

When I was in a sales job about a million years ago and drove around a lot, for some reason semi's drew my attention – but none so much and often as a Peterbilt. I've been in love ever since. If you've never taken the time to notice big trucks and you happen to be out on the road, look around. I swear, none of them ever look as pristine, have as much character or carry themselves quite the way a Peterbilt does. And if they ever change that logo, I seriously might cry.

Chicken on the grill.

Steve showed me this cutting out the backbone/splitting the bird technique and cooking it on the grill Friday night and yesterday I tried it out. I think I finally made a really good, really tender, really flavorful chicken. All I did was split it, rub olive oil on it, and sprinkle it generously with salt, pepper and oregano. Also of course, turmeric, the wonder spice. Cooked it skin side down over direct flame for about 5 minutes, then on indirect rotating it twice for about an hour. When I brought it in I covered it with tin foil and let it sit for about 10 minutes before cutting it up.

I ate it with my fingers.

Not the whole thing.

Dalton Ghetti.

This is one of the coolest things I've come across on the world wide in a long time. Artist Dalton Ghetti creates these miniature sculptures carving carefully, slowly and meticulously into the graphite of pencil tips and sometimes their wooden bases.

This hand saw is my favorite. But seriously, these things take like, forever to create. And he has a "graveyard" of about 100 pieces that were broken close to completion. Can you imagine? It makes me smack my head in despair for him! Originally from Brazil, and a professional carpenter, he currently lives in Connecticut and is working on a commemorative piece for the victims of 9-11, carving single tear drops for the 3,000+ people who were killed that day. He's trying to do one a day, and estimates it will take about 10 years to complete. I shared this with some friends and we spent a good half hour tonight talking about this man and his work. HE DOESN'T USE A MAGNIFYING GLASS! It's truly fascinating.

He also does not sell his work, but instead, gives it away. I love that! To learn more and view more images, take a look at the Telegraph article.


Via the Jealous Curator. That colored pencil log sculpture is pretty rad too.

Working.

Just because.

Bricks.

I don't know why walls like this one make me happy but they do.

Favorites.

This is one of my favorite trees in the city. Isn't it great? The house behind it is also one of my favorites. I have to stop and look at it every time I pass by. See how it's wedged between new construction on both sides? Developers tried to buy up the whole block but this one person would not sell. There is – no joke – at most about 2 inches of space separating it from walls on either side. Walls that now block windows, on all stories, the full length of the house.

The tree basically blocks any light that might get in the windows out front. But what a beautiful tree! You can stand under it's canopy and peek in the windows and imagine what could possibly go on in there – what kind of character lives there. It looks like there could be a museum full of treasures inside. And a little old lady with terrific stories.


I also love love that it's August and there are still Christmas wreaths out front. Isn't that wonderful?

Baby Toys.

I haven't gotten or made Emerald a single present yet. I haven't even looked for anything until today. I don't know why that is. I thought at first it was because I haven't been there yet, had an opportunity to see her and deliver it myself, but on second thought I think I have an aversion to baby gifts in general.

I never really thought about it before but I typically don't buy kid stuff unless I have to because I'm going to a party, or it's Christmas. Of course I think the clothes and some toys are cute and everything - it's just not something I ever spend time looking at I guess. Well, that and the fact that I know they'll outgrow, destroy or ignore whatever I've gone and spent my hard-earned cash on!*

I like to joke to my brother that the only things I'll ever buy her are going to be plastic, neon colored, or make some terrible obnoxious noise. But I'm pretty sure I'll never really do that. So I started browsing. A lot of the toys from Hazelnut Kids are kind of nice. Simple and classic. I'll tell you what I really look forward to is buying her a plane ticket and shipping her out to visit me for a week. Pink tutu's and ballet slippers and wands.

*Probably subconsciously why I started giving drawings and paintings? That and they're free!

One down...

Grass. 30"x 30". Acrylic, oil pastel and graphite on canvas.

Only 8 to go – 5 are currently in the process. Here's a new painting and a photo I took of the place that inspired it (my commute).

Working: Tools.

Been out in the studio today. Hoping to: 1. Finish three this weekend. [X-only 1 done]


Also need to:

2. Get an oil change [X + tire rotation, battery cleaned, tail light fixed]
3. Wash the car [X-sorta]
4. Mow the lawn [X]
5. Weed [X-sorta]
6. Clean the house [X]
7. Do laundry [X]
8. Cook: Chicken Curry, Pesto [X] [X]
9. Grocery shop [X]
10. Rearrange bedroom
11. Spend time at the pool Rescheduled for next weekend.
12. Nap [X-solid 2 hours!]

Two days is not enough time off for all these things. I'll update later what actually gets done.

[X] Updated. A few more hours left in the day for cooking and laundry... Final Update: Done and Done.

After the Rain.

I love the way the yard looks after a really good rain and man, did it pour last night. I especially love the color it makes the fence and deck, and how all the green looks really green next to them. I'd like to eventually stain them to look like this all the time. My yard is an overgrown mess right now, but I kind of like the look of it being unruly. I'm eating bread with cheese and apricot preserves for breakfast and am on my 3rd cup of coffee.





Earlier I ran my fingers up the stem of some rosemary and the scent is still on my hand. I'm going to go to the store after I paint for a little while and tonight I'm finally going to make that roast chicken with my own fresh herbs!

I Swear...

This won't be a baby fest from now on but this pic of my Mom with my niece is killing me after the past couple of weeks we've had as a family. I'm so happy to see them together! Look at her feet! I am just... ahhh.

After the survivor lap at the Relay for Life in Steamboat at a free concert!

I (might) write like...

David Foster Wallace.

I thought it was kinda funny that when I cut and pasted a sample of my writing on the I Write Like site, I matched David Foster Wallace. Infinite Jest has been sitting on my night stand stuck on page 131 since this time last year. It's not that I don't like the book. I quite like it actually. But it's a commitment to read it. I think this would be a great one to take on a leisure vacation where all you have to do all week is read. Those footnotes are kind of brutal. I tried skipping past them to keep a flow going, but found that impossible to do as well. I didn't want to miss anything. So there it sits.

I realize I don't update or keep track of what I'm really reading like I had originally planned. Maybe I should try to do that a little more diligently. I'm about to finish The Sound and the Fury. This also took me a ridiculously long time to read. I'm going to read Oscar Wao next, which everyone seems to really love, so maybe that will get me back on track.

For the record the last book I read that I really loved was Any Human Heart, by William Boyd.

Image via here.

Look-Alikes.

So I was trying to find some old baby pictures of my brother to compare them with the photos of my niece. Turns out I don't really have that many of him, but in this one I think I see a pretty strong resemblance to her. What really freaks me out though, in looking at the old photos, is how much my brother looks like my Dad did! It's outrageous.

Painting.

Cement is a tough color to match. So is wet cement. I've been flipping through my swatch books trying to find a color that compares. The CMYK version of 451 comes close. It's funny to me that such a common color you see everywhere is actually very difficult to define.

Lily.

These kinda showed up in my yard out of nowhere. I've never planted them, or seen them before, but there they are, spreading some beauty around among these pretty yellow ones that were, in fact, here when I moved in 3 years ago.

This is one of my favorite views.

Of all time. Only part of the (so far) wonderful weekend, but one of the best parts. I hope to see it again before it's over on Tuesday.

Roast Chicken.

Suddenly felt the urge to make one of these and googled Le Crueset Roast Chicken. This recipe came up in the results. Besides making some chicken, I need to get back into the habit of posting here. I'm going to try and do that the next few days.

Via The Amateur Gourmet.

Em.

I'm an aunt! Babies are babies are babies, but this is my niece! Her name is Emerald Maia. I can't wait to meet her in August.

Kids Party 2010.

Filling water balloons in the grossest section of my entire yard.

Hosted my first kids party this weekend. It got really ominous when the thunder started and the torrential rain began to fall as everyone was due to arrive. We started pulling all the stuff into the garage. Then somehow about a half hour later, it cleared and the sun (and bathing suits) even came out.



Not in any particular order we had:

Hotdogs
Pizza
Candy, Candy, Candy
Bubbles
Water Balloons
Slip 'n' Slide
Baby Pool
Hammock Fun ("Can we get that ropey thing out")
Hop Scotch
Squirt Guns
Candy, Candy, Candy
Fruity Pebble (ala Rice Krispie) Treats
Art Station Painting
Bean Bag Toss
Hobo-Style Goodlie Bags (Fave color bandannas filled with treats on sticks)
A Water Fight
("KATY! YOU GOT WATER IN MY EYES! I DON'T FORGIVE YOU!)
Kazoos
Piñata
Candy, Candy, Candy
& Plenty of Sangria (for the older kids)

Oh so fun. And, I get to cross one off the To Do list. Hurray!

Greenhouse in My Car.

Got a bunch of flowers for the yard this past weekend. As I was loading up the car someone passing by said, What? You just drive around with a greenhouse in your car? I thought that was kind of a cute idea. What if you did?

Happy Birthday.

How cute is this drawing I got from Sarah!? Look at the little palette and paintbrush! I love it!

Pepper Jack and Onion Stuffed Mini-Burgers.

My friend Clay bought 1/8 of a cow his sister raised and slaughtered. He gave me 1 of his 25 #s of ground beef and today I used it to make mini burgers stuffed with onions and pepper jack cheese.

HOLY YUM.

PS – I'm missing my brother today.