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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Oh My...

This blanket looks like my idea of heaven. Those big chunky cables, the soft white color, I could lay on my couch with it for days!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

French Chocolate Granola

Have we discussed Molly Wizenberg yet? She is who I want to be when I grow up. If you don't already know (is there anyone who doesn't know?) Molly writes the blog Orangette and wrote the book A Homemade Life. Her ability to tie lovely stories and memories into her recipes means that I love her food before I even start to cook it. Her voice is soft but powerful - it both convinces you to follow your passions and makes you feel certain that the two of you would be the best of friends. Um...or maybe that last part is just me.

This recipe for granola is one that she recreated after a trip to France with her husband. I won't even re-post the recipe here because you must go read the story behind it before you make it. Even if you're not a huge fan of granola, the smell of it baking is worth the effort.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Lola the Grinch

In an effort to bring a little holiday cheer into the house (and frankly, because it amuses me to no end) I bought Lola some antlers last weekend. The antlers themselves are funny enough, but I love doing things like this because she is instantly so disgusted by it all. One picture wasn't enough to properly convey her level of loathing for this particular incident, so I hereby give you a photo series of the grumpiest reindeer ever. First up - "I can't believe you're doing this to me..."

"Maybe if I close my eyes she will go away..."

"Look away...I am hideous..."

Happy Holidays from the grumpiest little reindeer around!

Monday, December 7, 2009

Letting the Light In

Just a few days after I wrote my last post, Brad and I received some news that has brought me to my knees. I am not sure I will ever be able to write about it here (although I intend to try) but regardless, I think we can all universally identify with feelings of grief.

This has been a year that has fundamentally changed me. I've heard it said that there are years that build you up and those that knock you down, and this year was most certainly the latter. I feel like I've been "stripped down to the studs," to use a term from all the HGTV I've been staring at lately. At my core I am still the same person of course, but its as if I've been broken apart and all the pieces are being rearranged. My priorities are different. My perspective has changed.

But just when I thought I might not make it out the other side, I woke up on Saturday morning feeling the slightest bit like myself. When I could smell the scents of coffee coming from the kitchen I walked in the room to see the sun streaming in - something that I haven't seen (or at least noticed) in weeks. On Sunday I made something edible, which I will share here tomorrow, and today I am writing. Maybe a few of those core pieces weren't lost after all...