wanting pink

Maybe it's just that it's been so dreary and gray here, but I've found myself obsessed with pink lately. Honestly, I'm not much of pink kind of girl. I hated the color when I was younger, only having warmed up to at all in my later years. Even now, I tend to favor the deeper, almost raspberry shades of it if wearing it. I tend to avoid the pastel versions. Despite that, I've been yearning for pink this last month, of all shades and tone.



I've been dreaming of a pink kitchen, just like this one I saw on Apartment Therapy. Maybe once the expenses of the Christmas season are over, I can start to save up to transform my little, dark kitchen, with it's blue-gray counters and floors into something bright and cheerful like this. So far all I've been able to do is buy one of those floral thermos flasks on eBay. Another pink kitchen I like on Apartment Therapy. And yup, another one of those floral thermos flasks.








Though I'm trying not to solve my mood problems with shopping, I did buy myself a new pair of pink boots. They're Crocs. I know. Was that a pink pig I just saw fly by? I'm hoping that the rubber bottoms will keep my feet dry in this winter that has been pretty wet so far, and the lovely pink color will lift my spirits. Sadly, I missed out on the bright berry pink pair and had to settle for the pale pink pair.




I want to move here. Right now. Right past winter and Christmas and into spring and white dogwoods and a little pink house. And a pink that's just right. Not too screamingly flamingo, but not so baby pale that you might mistake it for white. Picture by Catface3. I don't know who owns the house, but I envy them.




I've been reading Casapinka a lot lately. I love her style and reading her archives has kept me busy most of the weekend.


Isn't this a charming couple? Isn't the lady lovely in her pink kimono? I found them this morning at the thrift store, for $.49 each. They're salt and pepper shakers and were actually used as such. When I cleaned them up, there was still salt and pepper inside them.








Adorable pink kitty nose by Lissalou66. Don't you just want to kiss it? I wonder how she got the picture? Any time I try and get a closeup of my sleeping cat, she wakes up and walks away. Very camera shy, my cat.

seven things

Giving to


Remembering my Great Aunt Katie and the ornaments she made.


The blog I'm loving most right now


knitting with


Comforting myself with


Listening to


Still loving after all these years

Something to share

I know it's been a while since I've written in the blog, but I found this and I had to share.


There must be always in everyone's life some place for the singing of angels. Some place for that which in itself is breathlessly beautiful. Some place that throws all the rest of life in a new and creative relatedness. Something that rescues all experience from drab and common-place areas of living, and glows in one bright white light of penetrating beauty and meaning.

The common-place is shot through with new glory. Old burdens become lighter. Deep and ancient wounds lose much of their old, old hurting. Despite all the crassness of life, despite all the harshness of life, despite all the harsh discords of life, life is saved by the singing of angels.

Howard Thurman.



I hope you hear some singing of the angels in your life this holiday season.

Rose

"Greatest motivational poster ever"

I know that a lot of people on Apartment Therapy and other design blogs have already condemned the "keep calm and carry on poster as trite, overdone and and generally un-inspired.

That said, I love my keep calm poster. It's hanging in my bedroom, right across from the bed, where I can see it first thing in the morning. I guess I love the poster because it's like a perfect nutshell summary of my life's philosophy. I'm not saying it's a piece of design genius or anything like that. I just love the saying. I'd be a little happier if I could have it more or less like it is, but without the crown on top, as generally I don't hold with royalism. But hey, it wouldn't have the historical resonance if it didn't.

Anyway, I found a great article about the poster and its history. You might like to read it.

My sister's new puppy

My sister go herself a new puppy. This is Penny, who is a Jack Russel/Corgi mix. She's just about the cutest dog ever. And furthermore, she reminds me of Nipper, the RCA dog.

I hope to get to meet her soon. I love dogs. I wish I could have one, but living in a third story walk up condo without a fenced yard, or any kind of yard at all, it's just not a practical thing for me right now.

Someday, I'll write about and maybe post a picture of my late dog Sparky. I still miss Sparky and get sad thinking about him.

Let's get one thing straight....

I am not a hero.

This is a hero.

I'm just a chick on a bike.

But seriously, some guy called me a hero as I walked out of the post office today. "You're riding in this?" he asked. And I was like sure. And then he said I was a hero. But, like I said, I'm just a chick on a bike. It's an every day thing for me. Even though the weather was about 45F and it was raining, it was still just another errand for me. I had my lacrosse rain jacket and my rain pants. I was dry as a bone under them. Sure, I didn't like going out in the rain to the post office, but it had to get done today, so off I went.

Its actually a pretty constant thing, people commenting on my biking in all weather. It was the first time I was called a hero, but I'm often told I'm somehow tougher than the average girl, that I'm amazing, It bothers me, because I think that this kind of attitude might stop people from giving the car free or car light life a try. It's not as hard as people think it is. And calling me a hero for doing it really trivializes what a hero is.

Just a few things...

We had a great time in London. This picture is just outside of the Victoria and Albert Museum, which was only about six or so blocks from where we stayed in Knightsbridge. Their collection of fashion and decorative arts is second to none. I could have stared for hours at their dress collections. I think it bored Mr. Campion a bit, so I had to cut my time there shorter than I would have liked. I hope I can go back sometime soon.


I'm trying not to forget about charity, even though times are tough and it's tempting to cut back. I just made a donation to little dresses for Africa. They look to be a great charity, run entirely by volunteers and they promise that 100% of their donations will go to help children with AIDS in Africa. The highest rates of infection in the world are in Africa and its the children that suffer most.


Also, a deadline is coming up soon for Afghans for Afghans, a charity that I've supported for some time. I've knit about fifty baby hats for them. Please, if you knit or crochet, consider making a hat or blanket for them. Make sure to read their guidelines carefully.






















I bought some fabric for throw pillows. I chose Amy Butler's Midwest Modern. I think it'll look great with my aqua colored sectional.

I've gotten rid of my leather purses. There's a lot of great cloth and vinyl bags out there. I haven't gotten rid of my pregan leather shoes yet, but it seemed right to phase leather out of my purses. Here's one great vegan bag.

So far this winter, like for the last eight winters, no weather had been able to keep me off my bike. I've braved 10 below and snow and even icy roads after an ice storm. The only weather that came close to scaring me was the ice storm. I still maintain that nothing is more fun than riding in a couple of inches of freshly fallen snow. I also feel a bit safer on the road because of this year's. Christmas present.

Ukelele Orchestra of Great Britian

There are simply not enough words in the English language to tell how great this video is. It's like it encapsulates everything about my musical tastes, sadly enough.