a few things.
:: strawberry rhubarb crumble. can’t stop making it.
:: this film is inspiring and beautiful. he reminds me of chris.
:: pretty much am in love with this site. the photos are dreamy and i love her blog. i grew up in a family of florists.
::the weather this week is beyond perfect. i want to bottle it up and then pop the cork and breathe it in on those sticky humid days where i don’t feel like me.
:: i am not loving my summer wardrobe. i want to make my own.
i finally admitted that i don’t dress exactly how i truly want to. i want to wear dresses more.
i want to like me in dresses more.
i like this and
this and this.
this is nice too.
:: i am determined to start sewing a dress (or maybe a tunic) this weekend.
:: i am determined to like me in it.
happy friday friends xo
i like the days when chris takes the car to work.
i like being stuck at home with no where to go.
it’s nice that we can walk or bike to town, the market, the library or a friend’s house
but today i think will be a stay at home kind of day.
p.s. in case you are not sick of me sharing the kinfolk dinner i attended, check out some more photos by the talented parker fitzgerald. see if you can find me.
and a beautiful film by andrew and carissa gallo. hint: i am waiting in line for coffee.
i have the best job on earth.
i drive five minutes from home and pull up to a beautiful farm.
and there i am.
greeted by beautiful people who make me laugh and smile all day.
and for breakfast i pick berries.
for lunch i harvest greens.
and i leave with a bag full of veggies for dinner.
sometimes i can’t believe how good life is.
even though it’s not officially summer, last night we took a jump start with one of the things on the list.
invite friends over more often.
we like the idea of keeping it simple.
desserts and drinks.
last night we served strawberry rhubarb crumble with ice cream.
and of course there were cocktails.
i think chris was a bartender in another life.
or maybe he is just turning into his grandfather.
lately he has been making manhattans. he likes his with irish whiskey.
and his new found favorite is a full sour dirty gin martini made with the juice of the full sour pickles from the farmers market.
olives are good but the full sour requires two slices of pickle.
we need another pantry just for his cocktail accoutrements and the many different glasses he has accumulated.
you can’t drink a cocktail in the wrong glass!
i like his G&Ts(gin and tonics) and his T&Ts(tanqueray and tonics) heavy on the lemon and lime.
a nice clean refreshing summer drink.
last night he had an impromptu card night with the guys.
back porch, booze, some vinyl and one long game of spades.
this morning i was greeted by another dog walker who had some questions about raising backyard chickens. she told me our house felt like oregon, where her daughter lives.
this afternoon when i was watering the garden, a guy and his dog strolled by and told me “i love how you are always doing something new here.”
a week ago a woman who lives around the corner stopped by with her dog. she introduced herself, told me how much she loves our garden and that she was building a rock wall inspired by ours. she then handed me a plant she had picked up at the nursery that she thought i might like.
i love living on the corner.
and i like people with dogs.
over at tend.
i have been wearing long sleeves and pants all week long and i am in heaven.
i even had a cardigan on yesterday.
i think i was meant to live in maine.
i wouldn’t mind in the least if i never had to wear shorts again.
there have been little mini thunderstorms happening all afternoon.
i snuck out in between to do some transplanting.
the girls have been in and out all day.
hannah biked to a friend’s this morning and she is still not home.
norah went to a friend’s house for dinner.
and chris is still at work finishing up a woodworking project.
i have a roasted chicken, turnip fries and a big farm salad with chopped up kohlrabi all to myself.
i’m not complaining.
a little feature on our garden over at fig.
last night hannah and i took our first appalachian clogging class
and i am in love.
i couldn’t stop smiling and giggling.
i love love love to dance and this style of dance feels like it grows in my bones.
so natural. like i have done it before.
maybe i have.
and check out a little film, by free people, of the kinfolk dinner i attended a few weeks back.
look fast and you might be able to find me.
hint: i am the one drinking that big ol’ glass of red wine.