i first saw sarah kinn’s work when it was on display at max (boulder’s esteemed women’s clothing shop) sponsored by the boulder creative collective. the paintings hung throughout the store were done primarily in deep pinks with hits of black and grey and other startling, vibrant hues. they almost looked like textiles. the canvases were boldly feminine and so very uplifting. i immediately wanted one, and i wanted to meet sarah kinn.
Read Morevalentine's day
valentine’s day is my favorite holiday. i love pink and red. i love lace and flowers and chocolates and hearts. and who can resist a chubby, naked baby with wings shooting love into your heart? but mostly, i love making valentines with my children and thinking about those dearest to us. this year boulder valley school district decided that students could not include sweets with their valentines in order to promote “healthy habits.” TYPICAL boulder! so we had to tape lame pencils onto the cards instead of hershey’s kisses or sweet tarts. i wouldn’t be surprised if lucy comes home with a sack full of kale and yeast ball valentines… but that’s okay because i will have loads of proper chocolate for her at home. HAPPY, HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY lovies!
Read Morebrown-haired family
my whole life, when i envisioned getting a dog, i pictured a brown-haired dog. we are a brown-haired family and more importantly, we have dark wood floors throughout our house. the flooring was an intentional choice because i can’t stand the sight of my long, brunette, fallen-out strands on white tile or light floors. also, i wear A LOT of black and navy, even in summer, and didn’t want light dog hairs on my clothes. so last july when we got permission from my dad to get a puppy (yes - at 48 i still felt i needed to ask because the vikings STILL hadn’t won the superbowl) and we’d zeroed in on a frenchie, we immediately decided we would get a “brindle” because they have very dark brown/black hair like we do.
Read Morei won a prize!
i won a prize! BEST OF HOUZZ 2018 SERVICE. this past year and half or so of running my own business has been a roller coaster of excitement, learning, joy, shock, fear and fun. since i never did team sports (or any sports really) winning a prize is new to me. aside from a lovely pair of bar method socks i won about three years ago (and didn’t take out of the package for at least nine months because i had them proudly displayed on my bulletin board) this may well be my first prize. i am so thankful to my wonderful clients, family and friends for all of their support and encouragement. i’m sorry if this sounds like an oscar speech (it IS awards season after all) but i need to milk it a little since this may not happen again. you have to eat a special diet for the current bar method contest and i can’t do that, even for a great pair of socks!
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shel's skies
by day sheldon rilliet is a realtor in northern california, but by dawn and dusk he is a photographer. when shel is driving to an early appointment or commuting home in the evening, like many of us, he notices the sky. unlike most of us, he captures those early morning and late afternoon skies in his striking photography. shel’s skies are expansive and moody. the clouds are often dramatic and sculptural. the colors range from subtle pastels to saturated sunsets to deep, poignant blues. many times, shel’s skies are framed by architectural trees or arresting buildings. sometimes, the sky expands across the photo alone. in all cases, shel’s skies make me pause and wonder and breathe a little deeper… and i am not even really a nature person.
Read Morehank is perfect
hank is perfect. he sleeps through the night and always wakes up in a good mood. he is super quiet…he has only ever barked at his own reflection in the piano or when he is trying to play with another pup. (so maybe he won’t make the best guard dog?) he sleeps A LOT so i am still able to get work done. he is perfectly happy to binge watch the crown with me. he allows my daughter to dress and and undress him in his various hoodies and weird little outfits she creates. he hops around the yard like a bunny and thoroughly enjoys the simple things like chewing sticks and sniffing mulch. like me, he is a bit lazy… on our last walk he would only go as far as one and a half houses (and in my neighborhood the houses are very close together!) before he sat down and refused to go further. i had to carry him the one and a half houses back home. and of course, he is absolutely the most ADORABLE little guy you’ve ever seen.
Read Moresheepskins
we got our new puppy, hank, just over a month ago. even though it was december, his first few weeks in boulder, colorado were pretty temperate. he was potty trained fairly quickly as he loves running and sniffing around in the backyard and would just do his business in the midst of his exploring. (except at other people’s houses - so sorry liz, bette, anne marie and adam!) one night, however, we were both caught off guard when we came downstairs for a 2 am potty and the whole back lawn was covered in snow. after delicately tapping one front paw in the icy whiteness, he made a beeline back into the house without making his potty. luckily, one lounge chair had been left out, so there was a two foot square of grass free of snow. that is the only place hank would potty until the snow melted. and i would have to carry him over the snow to that spot. when he was safely back inside, he would run right to the big sheepskin rug and recuperate from his trials of exposure to the snow.
Read Moreeddie's jackets
my father-in-law was gone too soon. by the time i met him, he had been suffering from parkinson’s for nearly thirty years. there was still a twinkle in his eye that confirmed all of the stories i had heard about him when he was younger, but i missed knowing him when he looked like ricki ricardo and was celebrated for his violin playing, spontaneous fun, witty humor and dapper dressing. i did, however, get to see the beautifully tailored cashmere coats and suits he left behind. while none of them fit his son quite right, they were too fine and too sentimental to give away. we packed them away carefully and they moved with us to three different apartments and two houses. recently, i found them when i was doing a major post-lice cleaning. i know you don’t have to go through EVERYTHING in your house when your children infect it with lice, but once i get going on the cleaning i tend to get carried away. they were in the back of my sewing closet in an unmarked box. i am no longer married to my father-in-law’s son, so clearly i needed to give the jackets back. but i decided to take the cashmere herringbone coat apart and have it made into two sofa pillows because the fabric was so soft and appealing. after getting the deconstructed jacket cleaned, i had the pieces sewn together into two squares. one square has a pocket showing and the other has the jacket buttons going down the middle. my daughter and i picked out a neutral plaid that has a 60’s era feel and we used that as the backing on these pillows. my one-time husband had forgotten about the jackets and was delighted to have them repurposed and added to his living room…a cozy reminder of his dashing father.
Read Moregingerbread houses
i can’t remember when i started making gingerbread houses… it’s probably an extension of my love of my childhood dollhouse. i do know that making them with my children is one of my favorite christmas traditions. they are messy and sticky and my kitchen gets a thorough dusting of powdered sugar every year, but the extra mopping and wiping is worth it. we eat way too much candy, lick loads of frosting off our fingers (i always tell our recipients not to eat them, just use them as decoration!) and we usually feel a bit sick afterward. some years are more structurally successful than others - more than one house has had to make due with a cardboard wall as a result of a “kitchen earthquake.” the candy roof design has evolved as well. in the early days they were a kaleidoscope of random candies and today there is careful thought put into the layout of licorice squares, lifesavers, gumdrops and mike and ikes. the recipe is the same as the modern one we did last year… just a more traditional pattern.
Read Moreif the vikings win the super bowl...
my father grew up in minneapolis. he was a HUGE vikings fan. we literally had to clear out of the house whenever they were playing so he could focus on the game without the distraction of little children. (maybe also because my mother didn’t want us exposed to the salty stream of comments my father would yell at the tv.) i became a devoted fan as well, because what i wanted most in life was a dog. my father used to tell me that “if the vikings win the super bowl, i will get you a puppy.” each year, i followed their progress and kept track of their stats. i wore their colors and got in fights on the bus defending their honor - i was the only vikings fan in my elementary school because at this point we were living in northern california. the vikings actually made it to the super bowl FOUR times, but they never won. and i never got a puppy. i don’t know what my father would have done had they actually won, because my brother is so severely allergic to dogs that we would have had to sell him had we brought a dog into the house. i don’t think my parents would have done this, regardless of my father’s promise, because they really loved my brother. to this day, the vikings have never won the super bowl and i have never had a puppy. until now…
Read Moremy mother's quilts
around the time that my younger brother started kindergarten, my mother decided she needed a creative outlet of her own, beyond meatloaf and bedtime stories. i remember coming home to find the downstairs bathtub filled with long, skinny sticks soaking in water to soften them so my mother could make baskets. there was also the collage period when the dining room table was covered in colored bits of paper from my mother’s art class. eventually, she volunteered to help make a raffle quilt to raise money for our elementary school. and that, i think, sealed the deal.
Read Moreturkeys in the attic
when my grandmother died, my parents packed up all of her dishes, trinkets, costume jewelry, linens, letters and photos and put the boxes up in their attic where they sat for many years. one summer when i was home and my kids were in camp, my mother asked me to go through it all. i call it my “v.c. andrews summer” as i sat up there like a flower in the attic (minus the incestuous sibling relationships and arsenic laced cookies) sorting and organizing and labeling everything for weeks. i was allowed out each evening to join everyone for dinner, but after i dropped the kids at camp each day, i climbed the skinny wooden ladder and crawled through the small opening at the top (bonking my head most days) and continued my work. it was easy to focus because there was no cell reception and it was such a pain in the popper to come down that i just didn’t.
Read Moreraisin-free cranberry sauce
there are few things in this world as disgusting as raisins. they look like droppings, get stuck in your teeth (marring your smile and causing cavities) and are notorious for popping up in all kinds of baked goods (scones, muffins, cookies) that should only have chocolate chips. and unfortunately, because of their size and color, raisins sometimes appear to be chocolate, which is a terrible surprise for the unsuspecting consumer.
Read Morecommand picture hangers
many of us have frustrating memories of trying to hang a photo or a piece of art and making a big, dusty hole in the wall that isn’t even in the right place. it’s stressful trying to figure out how far below the top of the frame the wire hanger is and how to get your piece centered correctly. generally, i don’t like drilling holes in my walls because it feels like such a big commitment. and for those of us who aren’t that adept with power tools, there is a strong possibility of disaster. i’m sure this process has caused a lot of strife and swearing in homes across america.
Read Moresoundspace: boulder's new sound editing studio
matthew polis of soundspacestudio.com moved to boulder a year and a half ago from new york city. he wanted to create a functional, yet comfortable sound editing studio space where he could easily work both independently and with clients in the room. soundspace does sound editing and design and cinema mixing for film and commercials.
Read Moremy grandmother's doilies
my grandmother crocheted doilies that she laid on various surfaces: armrests, table tops, dressers, vanities… there were lots of doilies! recently, my mother was cleaning out her linen closet and passed along several large needlework pieces, some cloth napkins with crocheted edging, and a couple of dolly dresses. we are not sure who created what, but these handwork selections certainly remind me of my grandmother and her doilied house. i decided to take one of the circular doilies and sew it onto a big, inexpensive canvas from michaels with some hot pink ribbon i had leftover from my daughter’s birth announcements. it only took a couple of hours (i know this because i was watching elizabeth taylor in cleopatra as i did it. wow - was she gorgeous, while marc antony was such a disappointing whiner.) the doily creates lovely shadows and is more interesting to me as a wall piece, than on a table top. i think the handmade crochet work adds warmth and coziness to my modern house. i framed the dolly dresses in simple IKEA shadow box frames and put them on the shelves in the kids’ playroom. i love having small pieces of my grandmother (or auntie or someone) scattered around my house, adding depth and history.
Read Moreshayna larsen's watercolor animals
i love when you make a wonderful discovery about a friend. shayna larsen and i had boys in the same soccer league for several years. we sat on the sidelines of games chatting about mom things on many saturday mornings. until a few months ago, i had no idea that she is a gifted watercolorist. i happened upon her paintings on facebook and was completely smitten. shayna primarily paints animal portraits and has begun focusing on spirit animals. i call them portraits because she somehow makes their eyes so compelling and powerful that you feel like you are looking right into their souls. often she paints her subjects in profile so you only see one eye, or when animals are depicted face on, the second eye is not shown. there is so much warmth and compassion in her work that you feel the expanse of her understanding and respect for the animal.
Read Morefamily photo wall
i created my first photo wall when i became a mother. we were living abroad and we did not have any family near. i wanted my baby son to recognize and be familiar with both his living family members and those who came before him. we called it “the family museum.” we would stand in front of the different photos and tell stories about the people represented. he couldn’t believe that a picture of his father and grandfather standing together was not actually a photo of him and his own daddy (despite the red velvet overall shorts and knee highs his father was wearing.) he found it hilarious that i was ever a baby or that his grandma could have been a little girl. we traced his green eyes back to his oma and later, my daughter’s one dimple to her paternal great grandmother. we laughed about big midwestern bonnets from the 30’s and grandpa’s pants from the 70’s. the photo wall was a treasured prompt and reference for family stories and has been recreated and updated in each of our homes.
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