1–10 of 21 entries from the month of: June 2011

A touch of home

June 30th

Etsy find

My friend Jen found this watercolor on etsy and sent me the link. I’ve had a soft spot for quail for a while — but more so now that I am away from the desert. They are a little piece of home I miss and adore.

Etsy find

I cannot believe how reasonable JooJoo’s work is. I wouldn’t guess she knows how very, very good she is. I am so terribly fond of this one, and this one, and this one.

But there are only so many walls to decorate. Plus, I need to get this other etsy find in a frame and up in the kitchen.

Etsy find

Creating a home that reflects my values — handmade, folk art, big garden, fluffy dog — has me very cheery.

~K

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Not a Fan of the Rectal Thermometer

June 29th

Nelson woke up with goopy eyes this week. I needed to get him in to his first vet visit for a rabies shot and a couple other checks anyway. But the eyes. Oh, man. This dog in any sort of discomfort is already breaking my heart.

First vet visit

First vet appointment

Thankfully, he’s got an incredible vet who took her time and was very patient with this new pet owner. I asked roughly 10,000 questions. Nelson did great with everything but that thermometer. (Ahem. Who can blame him?) He licked everyone’s hands before we left and had the energy to nearly eat a cat in the waiting room as a parting gift to the practice.

(My arms are more tired than my legs from our recent walks. He’s strong. I am not wise to the many ways of Ceasar or any other pet genius and there is apparently a squirrel baby boom in our neighborhood.)

First vet appointment

First vet appointment

{Really? I’m just posting this because I’ve been bombarded with requests for MORE NELSON PHOTOS! Noted.}

First vet appointment

I have completely become that crazy pet owner in less than a week who simply cannot imagine her life without this little guy. Now, off to snuggle that nose.

~K

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The House Muffins Built

June 28th

I’ve been using my tips from the bakery to buy a few new pieces of furniture for the Heirloom Homestead. This weekend, I finally met the wonderful ladies behind Rescued Relics. It was Friday after work and they were greeting customers with margaritas and sangria. Dressed in party dresses and huge smiles, I felt immediately at home among their hard work. Their tiny shop holds a dozen or so pieces of antique furniture that they’ve repainted and replaced hardware.

Antique dresser

Antique dresser

Antique dresser

Antique dresser

The one I picked is weird, old, recycled and loved. It fits my room perfectly. It was a moment of serendipity when I was this old bureau. In my college dorm room, Emily and I arranged our meager possessions to create the nicest home we could. (To even describe that room as nice is such a stretch.) One of our techniques was to use my traveling chest as a coffee table, decorated with a few used magazines from Bookmans. (We were klassy.) The cover of one of those magazines — an issue of Martha Stewart Living — was a yellow bureau — quite similar to this one. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent on that couch studying, occasionally looking over at that dumb magazine and wishing I lived in a house with real furniture — not a plastic rubbermade box I’d turned into my “traveling chest.”

Well! Happy days!

~K

 

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Ladybug

June 27th

Ladybug cake

Ladybug cake

Ladybug cake

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Ladybug cake

Ladybug cake

1st birthday

Ladybug cake

Rainah’s first birthday cake — a reminder that my ambition and ability rarely match. That said, if there was ever a time for a sloppy, obviously homemade birthday cake, better now than when she can remember it!

~K

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Hawaii N-O

June 26th

Kahlua Coconut Cupcakes for Sloshball

I’ve been playing in a weekend co-ed kickball league. The game is sloshball, meaning each team gets a full keg to finish during five meager innings. There are two rules to sloshball:

1. You must always have a league cup in your hand including some liquid, and

2. You cannot be a jerk. Competitive, drunk, take your version thereof. No jerks.

As a non-beer drinker, I’m there for the fun. And fun, it is. This is such a rowdy crowd of 20 and 30 somethings. Our team captain decided last week each game will now have a costume element too. This week’s theme is “hawaiian,” code for the men want the women to play in bikinis. I’m no prude, but running bases in a bikini, holding a cup of beer, isn’t at the top of my bucket list.

Kahlua Coconut Cupcakes for Sloshball

Kahlua Coconut Cupcakes for Sloshball

In lieu of being leid, I’m attending another party. In my place, I sent treats: kahlua buttercream chocolate coconut cupcakes.

Kahlua Coconut Cupcakes for Sloshball

So much sweeter than my flesh on public display.

~K

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In Real Life

June 25th

This weekend I had a chance to meet yet another amazing woman who I have corresponded with for years — but never met IRL. (For the longest time, when I read that abbreviation I thought, “Why are so many people meeting in Ireland?”) Tina from Santa Monica and I have corresponded for years; she and her daughter Emily donated generously to the many Mozambique and Bolivian public health trips. Thanks to comments and email, we created a sweet friendship.

Tina

Tina and her husband were in town this weekend for a fancy film festival, and to visit Emily. (Who overnight is out of college and working in Denver. When Tina and I started corresponding, her daughter was in middle school.)

Most of the men in my life, and seemingly all the spouses of fellow bloggers, think this blog friends meeting in real life (not in Dublin) is insane. What if? What if the person on the other end of the blog is an ax murderer? Or worse — A REPUBLICAN! So far, so good. Over the years, I’ve had a chance to meet some pretty amazing, like minded ladies thanks to the interwebs. Spending a warm hour at a cafe patio with Tina was a delight.

Take what life hands you, make the most of it and fabulous, kind, generous people will regularly cross your path.

~K

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Nelson

June 22nd

Today, my family expanded to two. I am so very pleased to introduce the first official mascot of the Heirloom Homestead:

Willie Nelson Mandela

Willie Nelson Mandela. A bit of Americana and Africana by heart but Welsch terrier by heritage. (Not so unlike his mama.) I found him in a shelter earlier this week and had to wait for those on a pedigree waiting list to have their pick. He was listed as a fox terrier. With a bit of research by my dog savvy friend Sheila, we realized he is indeed a Welsch terrier.

Hello, my name is Willie Nelson Mandela

Willie Nelson Mandela

Willie Nelson Mandela

Willie Nelson Mandela

Also? He’s perfect. The puffy white tail. The black back. The soft pads of his little feet. The way he smiles and looks so silly when you rub his belly.

I am wildly in love.

When I signed the final paperwork today and realized he would actually be mine — after several other hit and misses in the dog adoption world in the last few weeks — I cried. I hugged the shelter volunteer and said sincerely, “This is the happiest day of my life.”

Oh, Nelson! The adventures we will have.

xoxo,

k

 

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Mammoths Are Dinos In My Book

June 21st

Have you heard about the great woolly mammoth discovery in Snowmass, Colorado? Well. We happened to visit during Ice Age Days (featuring such fun events as “sloth races! costumes (and presumably, irony) provided!”) While you couldn’t visit the site where archaelogists were digging up ancient buffalo, mammoths and other animals — you could take a 2 mile switchback hike up a nearby mountain and “peer over the edge into the excavation site.”

Gorgeous flowers

Sold.

One of my many nerdy loves? Dinosaurs. I love them. I always have, but especially since reading Jurassic Park in early high school.  Visiting Sue a few years ago was certainly a highlight. And now? Hiking up to see an excavation site? HOLY DINO BONES. I couldn’t wait.

Snowmass

Poor Charlie, a wee bit hungover from far too good of a time the night before with his wife and their friends Lyle Lovett and Lance Armstrong (long story), wasn’t too keen to keep his promise made the day before to do the dino hike with me. Alas, I wasn’t letting him off the hook. In fact, I was more determined to help him work off his haze and chirped along the trail until I am pretty sure he sped up to make me winded and quiet. It worked temporarily.

Watch out

While the path was lined with fields of flowers and truly amazing views, the top was strange. This is the first hike I’ve ever done where the summit included a marble ying yang sign. Like a helipad, but too small for such things. Someone thought it made sense to create a marble, tiled circle on top of this little mountain. But never mind this strange pattern that greeted our summit. Where were the dinos? Wait. What? The construction equipment way over there? Those are the dinos? But you can’t see anything! We’d been duped!

Charlie

It was hard to be too angry considering how gorgeous the hike was. Plus, the few pieces of pipe I could see in the excavation site quickly became mammoth vertebrae. By the time we got to the bottom of the mountain, I’d spun an entire tale of what the archieologists were looking for and what they’d found. Poor Charlie, I’m fairly certain, wanted to kill me and the barista who’d provided an extra shot of espresso pre-hike.

Mammoth hike view

To which he only said, “I don’t think mammoths are dinos anyway.”

Mammoth hike

After a debate whether the Flintstones had woolly mammoths or not — and whether “actual people” lived with these animals — we agreed to disagree. It was a dino hike, whether we saw actual bones or not.

~K

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Aspen

June 19th

I took a road trip with friends this weekend to Aspen and Snowmass. It was great to explore a new piece of this glorious state. Around each corner was some great shot — something bright, aesthetic, eye-catching, gorgeous. We climbed Independence Pass, curled through canyons, looked up at the Maroon Bells, gasped at the height and power of the rivers — surging with snow run off, and marveled at the natural beauty of Colorado.

On the roadOn the road

On the road

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Aspen

Quirky Aspen is at first glance pretentious like Scottsdale. But at second glance, it really isn’t. (It’s a shallow view of Scottsdale, too.)  There is flash and flare — Hermes, Prada, Gucci — and plenty of fancy restaurants with fancy people sitting outside enjoying tiny, overpriced glasses of wine and tiny, overpriced plates of whatever you can imagine. At closer look, Aspen is down to earth lovely like Bisbee. A farmers’ market with mason jars of honey, homemade jewelry, candles, stationery and dogs of every size and shape closed several of the busiest streets Saturday. It was particularly loud this weekend with a large food festival in town. And yet, the shops were full of locals who were incredibly kind. The wine shop man, the boot store employees, the thrift store volunteers — all remarkably welcoming during such a busy, noisy time. I overheard one local telling another, “Just wait until the Brazilians leave. They donate their skis every year. Score!”

I look forward to returning with more time to hike and photograph the stunning mountains that surround the town. And maybe enjoy one of those tiny plates and glasses of food too.

~K

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Papi

June 17th

I am simply the most blessed kid on earth because this man is my father:

Dad

He has my complete love and admiration.

To all the great fathers in the world — may you be celebrated and adored this weekend!

~K

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