Thursday, 29 July 2010

All mine

In my daydreams, these dresses belong with me.

In reality, between the oil and ink of my studio and the chaos of my kid-raising life, they belong nowhere near me.

But one day – one day – I will meander along cobbled European streets in a dress just like the one on the right. Mark my words.

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Tuesday, 27 July 2010

Bad cat

This is wicked Pilly.

She used to be our cat, and then she became Grandpa Tom's cat some time after Hurricane Katrina. Tom needed a cat, Pilly needed an owner tolerant of miscreant pets – it was a match made in heaven.

That's Nathan's arm she's biting.  No idea what the offense was.  Knowing Pilly, perhaps none.

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Sunday, 25 July 2010


"Mommy," Berry asks, "Who is that lady on our fridge? The one with the red dress?"

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Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Friday, 16 July 2010


"Mommy," Berry says, "you know what I really don't like about birds? Is when they DIE, and lie down on the road."

Dead birds have such a nerve.

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Tuesday, 6 July 2010


I made these mojitos from scratch – simmered the simple syrup, squeezed the limes, even picked the mint from our garden – and they were fabulous.

I didn't drink all four of them myself, but if I hadn't had guests I might've been tempted. Nathan is usually chief mojito maker, but it looks like this is one of the valuable skills I'm gaining in his absence.


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