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love,
wm
Richard Avedon took some pictures on January third, 1961 in Palm Beach, Florida. They were nice photos. So nice, in fact, that people are still poring over them, almost fifty years later. They were of the most famous four of the Kennedys — Jack, Jackie, Caroline and little John-John, and he took them at the family’s compound. They were gorgeous photos, of course. Have you ever seen a bad photo of any of them? You’ll find sad photos, sometimes, but never bad ones. So you have a brilliant photog, coupled with one of the most photogenic families of all time. Excellent set-up. The original pix ran in LOOK and in Harper’s Bazaar, and you’ve seen a few of them here and there. But the entire shoot, with proof sheets? That’s something you haven’t seen before, and that’s what you get with this collection from the Smithsonian. (Collins Design, $29.95, 127 pages.)
It’s the ultimate coffee table book and a nice holiday gift, for yourself or someone else.
Next up for gift ideas: Feng Shui — a complete house re-do would be nice, or at the very least one of those sweet little ceramic tiles that says JOY or BLISS or something. Those are good — they look nice just about anywhere — on a shrine, in the entryway, on a nightstand, paired with one perfect white tea light. Yes, dear, as long as we’re at it, let’s talk about the concept of feng shui. Mine is a mess. Nancilee Wydra gives us “150 simple solutions for health and happiness in your home or office.” (McGraw-Hill, 276 pages.) The cure for my karmic twist-up can be found on page 26:
“To be in the Tao is to be connected. Whether your home is rural, suburban, or urban, to feel deeply at peace you should feel positively enmeshed with your surroundings.”
I. Do. Not. The immediate surroundings? Yes, enmeshed. Beyond that? No.
Thus, we continue packing. We’ve moved more things into storage. We’re still hashing out the whole do we or do we not decorate for the holidays? I say, no. Hockey God and kids say, yes. I’ll let you know how it turns out. In the meantime, how do you feel about pre-lit, fake Christmas trees? Yay or nay? Please advise.
Lauri Ward’s book, “Downsizing Your Home with Style: Living Well in a Smaller Space,” was just the handbook I needed and received a few weeks ago. (Collins, $24.95, 182 pages.) Turns out when you’re packing and repacking, painting and patching up, pruning, mowing, raking and tidying — you can get burned-out pretty dang fast. I’ve got a second burst of adrenaline from reading Ward’s tips. (I appreciate, too, that she gave buying tips — stores, prices — for furniture, containers, screens, etc., but was discreet about it, with product round-ups at the ends of the chapters.) I have been devouring this book. And it’s a little mis-titled. It could have just as easily fit under the categories of simplifying your life, home decor, or “how to get your tail in gear and pack to move.”
A few suggestions:
*If downsizing, stick with a bed that does not have a footboard. (Also nice if you’re looking for clean lines in a room.)
* Using artwork properly means not hanging things too high and not scattering it all over the place, and always leaving one blank wall for the eye to rest on. (Extra tip: Hold up the art where you think it should go, then lower it three inches.)
* Try for multi-sectioned furniture when possible to add versatility.
* With limited space, a writing table can take the place of a larger desk and offer a comfortable place to work on a laptop or write thank-you notes.
Happy reading.
WM
I would like to swing on a star, if it meant getting out of the house.
Also, I would like to point out that a whole week off for Thanksgiving is an awfully long break. (We had conferences for two days, beginning of week, so it wasn’t such a long break for the staff.) If we had traveled for the holiday, it would have been just right, but since we stayed home? And I had (have) bronchitis? It was a long haul. The kids are squirrelly, Hockey God’s birthday was not all it could have been, but I’m not wheezing like I was.
As one of my girlfriends phrased it, listening to me over the phone, “Oh, good. You’re wheezing on the inhale and the exhale.”
Happy Saturday, everyone. Salud.
“How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?”
— Plato
HAPPY THANKSGIVING, Y’ALL! wm
Thursday Thirteeners and Usual Suspects,
That Vixen. She kills me. She tagged me for a meme, “A Little About Us.” Cuz you know — Hockey God and I wrote the book of love. Steve, mi amor, I adore you.
The basic facts: (more…)
Just got back from doc and good news is… Mom came over and I didn’t have to take 3 kids with me! Daughter, son, and son’s lil friend, who is playing with us today. He adds a balance and kindness to our house that is often lacking. He is peacekeeper and little sweetheart. For example, he showed up with brownies for the kids, and his own lunch, which he had packed himself. Then he fed himself lunch when he got hungry. Also, he eats whatever I feed him. And he says, “Excuse me…” when he needs something. Our household is a more low-key place when he is here. His mother would like me to interject here, “I don’t think she’s talking about my kid, cuz that’s not the story at our house. So I don’t know whose kid she’s talking about.”
I’m grateful for friends.
And family. I am grateful for my mom, who is RETIRED and apparently has no desire to take on a part-time job. “I want to hang out with my grandkids,” sez she. Yay, just a big ol’ yay!!!
More good news! I don’t have pneumonia! Just bronchitis! Woot!!! Thank you amoxocillin you are my friend. Add a “grateful” for modern medicine.
Happy Thanksgiving, you all. I am grateful for you. And for not having pneumonia. Also, I’m grateful for my husband, our families, our friends and community (online and off) and the way the sun is shining.
And I’m grateful for NAWACOTID because, om, zen.
Farewell — off to lie on couch and wait ’til antibiotics kick in.
(I’m updating this same post daily, so I qualify for NoPoMoFoMamaLamaDingDong!!!!!!! Don’t let it confuse you. WM)
(It’s Wednesday, and you know what that means — NO ARGUING WITH ASSCLOWNS ON THE INTERNET DAY — NAWACOTID. If you’re in, send me an e or leave a note in comments and I’ll link you. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, maybe we should extend it on into Thursday. And maybe go way out on a limb and say “No arguing with assclowns in real life for the next couple of days.” Whew. I’ll try, but no promises. Love and kisses, WM)
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You know what? FUCK SCHOOL POLITICS.
My kids are off school all week, it’s Thanksgiving, it’s my husband’s birthday, I’m happy, I got to hang out with one of my girlfriends yesterday and none of our kids, life is sweet.
I’m running recipes all week long. I started earlier today with: (more…)
No doctor visits/
Just touching base, Joe/
Check out Bling Bling watches/
Double Your Money in Record Time/
Protect your loved ones/
I couldn’t understand some parts of this article, but it sounds interesting/
No any risk for you, just contact me/
Set your lassie on fire/
Drinking wine/
Ease the pain/
Make your beloved woman worship/
Personalized Letters from Santa Claus!
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copyright 2007 WM
(Will this make my junk mail problem worse? I get about 2,000 a day. I counted. Happy Saturday night!)
All that Hockey God wants for his birthday is:
CHOCOLATE BUTTERSCOTCH SCOTCHEROOS
1 c. corn syrup
1 c. peanut butter
1 (6 oz.) pkg. chocolate chips
1 c. sugar
6 c. Rice Krispies
1 (6 oz.) pkg. butterscotch chips
In large saucepan, cook corn syrup and sugar over medium heat, stirring frequently, until mixture begins to boil. Remove from heat. Stir in peanut butter. Mix in cereal.
Press in buttered 9 x 13 pan. Melt over hot (not boiling) water chocolate chips and butterscotch chips, stirring constantly until smooth. Spread over cereal mixture. Chill until firm, about 15 minutes.
(Old family recipe.) (HA! HA!)
“Stick a candle in it and call it good.”
— Hockey God
You know that feeling you get, when you’ve fallen asleep at 10 p.m. for a change, instead of midnight or 1 a.m., as usual, and the alarm goes off at 6 a.m. and you’ve gotten a full 8 hours sleep? You’re thinking, “I am ready to face the day. Bring it on, day — dishes, something involving hockey, laundry, hockey gear strewn hither and yon, whimsical children, the media, approximately 1,000 new readers every day who expect… something, what I do not know, the cat puking, the other cat puking, the unmet deadlines, the boxes yet to pack — Bring. It. On.”
Then you realize it’s Saturday.
“I’m wide awake/I’m not sleeping.” — U2
PS — NAWACOTID is going well, even on days other than Wednesday. Yesterday I stopped myself four, possibly five times from typing something and hitting “submit.” Today? I’m watching Mrs. Flinger’s video over and over, cuz it’s that sweet.
PSS — I don’t know what these new readers are expecting — more on school politics? An expose of North Portland drug houses? Sex tips? They’re probably not thinking “cat puke and cute babies.” Ha! I know what you guys like to hear about, Usual Suspects.
PPSS — Go read Vixen’s story about her son. It will blow your mind.