Sunday, October 25, 2009



I don't think our kids know what an apron is.

The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but

along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for

cleaning out dirty ears.

    From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks,

and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.

When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.

And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms.

Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood

stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.

     From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had

been shelled, it carried out the hulls.

In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture

that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.

When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and

the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that

'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.

Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons.


Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.

Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw

They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron

I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron--except love

only in little italy

meeting up with one of my favorite married couples, my beau and I cruised to little Italy in San Diego, for a fun filled evening of pasta, gelato, and a great glass of wine. Being that I work in a restaurant, It is a rare occassion to have a weekend night free, let alone one available to meet up with our out of town friends.

upon driving through the main street to aimlessly search for a parking spot, I look towards an area of bright lights, loud engines, and masses of people...all the lamborghini owners righteously parked their showpieces on a side street for us to drool and gaze at. being that this is my beau's absolute favorite car (he wanted to go to italy since he was a lil tyke, just to visit the lambo factory), we simple had to stop by. we admired this expensive, sexy vehicles, and then sat down to a lovely pasta dinner at mimmos. after a great meal, and even better company, the fab four grabbed some gelato and listened to the accordian, and italian words flow throughout the street. we even had the pleasure of watching a young girl flail about in her own rhythm and dance, as is nobody was watching. we finished off the evening as the lambos started their engines and raced through the streets of little italy to their destinations.

it could not have been a more picturesque night, when in lil italy, there must be wining and dining, music and dancing, and a little bit of exotic eye candy in the form if a high-dollor machine. cheers.

recycled winshields



Sunday, October 18, 2009

wine crates lit up!

Wine Boxes, Tracey Johnson, used wine boxes, used wine crates, art lighting, light installation, recycled materials art, recycled materials installation

i love these upcycle wine crates-turned lanterns. they cast an eerie, yet interesting glow, and would make a great focal point in any room. rad.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Jesus Christ by Brand New

A great book is an open door into a new kind of life, so that to read and return unchanged is not truly to have read at all.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

I and LOVE and YOU

"The words "I" and "Love" and "You" are the watermark of humanity. Strung together, they convey our deepest sense of humility, of power, of truth. It is our most common sentiment, even as the feeling of it is so infinitely uncommon: each to proclaim these three words with his or her very own heart and mindset of reason (or lack thereof); a proclamation completely and perfectly new each time it is offered. Uttered daily and nightly by millions, the words are said in an unending array of circumstances : whispered to a newborn in a mothers arms; shared between best friends on the playground; in the form of sympathy - said by a girl to a boy, as the respect continues but the relationship does not. It is said too loudly by parents to embarrassed children in the company of their friends, and by grown children - to their fading parents in hospital beds. The words are thought in the company of the photograph and said in the company of the gravestone. It is how we end our phone calls and our letters... the words at the bottom of the page that trump all those above it, a way to gracefully finish a message, however important or trivial, with the most meaningful gift of all : the communication of love. And yet the words themselves have been the victims of triviality, a ready replacement for lesser salutations among near strangers, burst forth casually as "love ya." Truly? To what degree? Why, how much, and for how long? These are questions befitting of the stature of love, though not the everyday banter of vague acquaintance. The words have also been twisted by the dark nature of deceit : To say "I love you" with a dramatic measure of synthetic emotion; a snare set by those who prey upon fellow humanity, driven to whatever selfish end, to gain access to another's body, or their money, or their opportunity. In this realm, the proclamation is disgraced by one seeking to gain rather than to give. In any case, and by whatever inspiration, these words are woven deeply in to the fibers of our existence. Our longing to hear them from the right place is maddeningly and simultaneously our finest strength and our most gentle weakness.The album "I and Love and You" is unashamedly defined by such a dynamic of duality. As living people, we are bound by this unavoidable parallel. We are powerful yet weak, capable yet temporary. Inevitably, an attempt to place honesty within an artistic avenue will follow suit. This is a piece which shows us as we are : products of love surrounded by struggle. The music herein is, in many ways, readable as both a milestone and an arrival. A chapter in the story of young men, it bridges the space between the uncertainty of youth and the reality of it's release. The record is full with the quality of the question and response. As far as questions go, there are plenty-normally residing within the tone and delivery of the lyrics themselves, which, ironically, are sung with so much confidence. Among songs and thoughts so driven and purposeful, the most basic relate-able doubt comes through with a resounding clarity. Outside of the eternal theme of romantic love, the album speaks thankfully upon a landscape of light-filled rooms, word-filled pages, time machines, forgiveness, singing birds, ocean waves, art ,change, confessions of shortcomings, and reasons to continue on. Hope and a cause for smiling follow naturally. In the midst of all this, there are allusions to the less-than-ideal conditions of life : the loss of memory, the inability to control temper, insecurity, indecision, jaded indifference, and the general plague of former and current weakness. "I and Love and You" is an album of obvious human creation, characterized by it's best and it's worst. Emotional imperfection is a reality for those who recorded the piece, just as it is for those who will hear it. The conclusion of the song from which the title is taken admits that the words "I love you" have become "hard to say". And perhaps that difficulty is as common as it's counterpart. Perhaps the inability to say these heaviest of words is as much a part of life as the lighthearted candor of those who say them without any difficulty at all. And so it ends with the phrase whispered to and by those of us most defeated and most elated... I and love and you..."

- The Avett Brothers

forwarded by Jamie of To Write Love On Her Arms