Shadows on the Ceiling

When I was a child, I used to pretend the ceiling was a floor.  I imagined how crispy clean it would be to feel and loved the idea of experiencing the life turned upside down.   Just walking around would feel a bit futuristic..  IMG_9978Looking up at the ceiling also makes you look twice.  Like, “wait, is that really the light causing that rectangular strip or did somebody miss a spot?”

And then you realize, nope…just light and shadows at play… in the middle of an afternoon. IMG_9976

Summer is meant for many things, but slowing down the pace, noticing the space around me,  is most definitely at the top of my list.

The Genius of Josef Frank

“The home must not be a mere efficient machine.  It must offer comfort, rest, and coziness.”

-Josef Frank

One of his many beautiful textiles he created for the Swedish furniture company, Svenskt Tenn.


He didn’t believe in rules and cared more about joy over restraint.  I think that’s quite apparent in his designs.

Josef Frank

Although most of Frank’s  furniture and textiles were designed in the 1930’s-40’s, most are still in production today.

You can check out more at these sites:


I’m thinking about wallpapering my walk-in closet or powder room with one his designs.  Just makes me happy.


Cycle of Life

It’s hard to feel cheery today with all that’s going on in the world.  It’s impossible to make sense of such human depravity.

But we begin and grow the same.  img_5651-2
When we are nourished and cared for, we grow strong.  We are happy.   img_8003-2We become contributing members of society.  
It is how things are supposed to be.

Somehow, love must rule over hate.


And when we begin to falter, we lean on those we gave our love to and they give it back.


Until finally, we reach the end.   And even then, we leave something behind.

I don’t know how and if that can or will ever happen. But we must never give up on the belief that one day, when we’re long gone, we made a difference in our world. 

Over and over, again.

It’s Your Home

“House are like portraits.  When you create a home for someone, you have an opportunity to make it specific, individual, and a little bit uncanny.  It should fit like a glove.  If we were working together, you would tell me about yourself, and I would try to be responsive. It’s a fun process because you get to know somebody.”

– Annabelle Selldorf, architect


It’s always nice to read an article and make a connection with someone you’ll probably never meet.

Thank you, Annabelle Selldorf.  I could not agree more.


Not Your Average Chocolate Chip Cookie Recipe

Camp calls for cookies.

Ok, actually, I’ve never mailed my daughters homemade cookies in their camp care packages.  This is the first time I’ve done it.  And it’s mostly because I had some guilt after I dropped her off last weekend without one.

So I finally got it together…grabbed her brother’s care package box from last week and dropped off this little surprise at camp yesterday.

The box that just keeps on giving. Operation Care Package is ready to depart.

Mother guilt can turn into some real fun care packages.  Here, take your powerful antioxidants dear, while you eat some vanilla frosting out of the jar.

Homemade cookies and a Glamour mag. What more could a 16-year old counselor want?

The whole reason for the different cookie recipe?  My daughter.  She’s a vegetarian now and is considering the vegan thing.  I know cookies aren’t exactly a concern for vegetarians, but she’s really experimenting with all kinds of healthy alternatives so I thought I’d give it a go and make these gluten-free cookies.

seriously delish

HOLY COW!!  They are so good!

The recipe called for a cup of chocolate chips.  I only had about 2/3 cup, so I tossed in these mini m&ms that I found in the pantry.


Here’s the recipe.  Yep, right on the back of the coconut flour.

The recipe
Hot out of the oven.
You’d never know…

The Giving Trees

They’ve built another beautiful greenway in my lovely town of Cary.   If there’s one thing I love about my town, it’s all the walking paths.


There’s such  a distinct line between civilization and nature.    One side is so very light. The other, dark and mysterious.


A flimsy orange plastic netting and one sign are all that stands between them.  Beyond that orange line remains a beauty that cannot be manufactured or replicated.  It most definitely needs more protection.  That sign is kind of like that nighttime security guard, who is not prepared for any real threat.

I feel crappy when I see the loss of nature.   And guilty.  After all, I own a piece of what was just built down the street.  What was a dense forest is now a sprawling town home community.

I try to think positively about all of the continuous changes to my town though.  We have tons of walking trails, parks, greenways, and beautiful landscaping throughout.  More than any other place I’ve ever lived.  I get why people move here.  It’s beautiful, great weather, standard of living, schools…same reason I’m here.

But sometimes, the constant destruction of  ecosystems in the name of progress feels wrong. There’s just so much gone now.

Just around the corner lies another sign.

Upside down and defeated.

IMG_8882There’s only one tree stump left.  A symbol or a scar of what was.   Naturally, my mind goes right to Shel Silverstein’s “The Giving Tree”.  That tree sacrificed all in the name of love.  And it always made me a little frustrated.

“Don’t cut off your limbs,” I felt like shouting to that loving tree.  “The man will be ok!”

A short distance from the tree stump, lies a reminder of who came and conquered.  IMG_8894









Penstemon Spotting

Calling all hummingbirds.  Penstemon is in the house…

Just watch out for that hovering, hungry, calico cat waiting nearby.

"Color your world."


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