Friday, December 27, 2013

New Recipes

Earlier this month I got a new recipe book by Mary McCartney (yes, daughter of Paul and the food-guru Linda). The food in it is easy to prepare, beautifully photographed, healthy and vegetarian.  The photographs also reminded me about how things turn out - not always how you plan!

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Scent and Memory

Of late, I've been exploring perfumes again. I have favorites - Magazine Street by Strange Invisible Perfumes, Lotus Garden by Pacifica, Tocca Florence, and others. But I've also a restless disregard for a "signature" scent. As my thoughts shift and change, so does the scent of the day - the week - or the month. What suited me last week bores me now. (And this is why I'll never be a bombshell according to a favorite style book.)

Fragrance is a very personal thing. Some scents bring back a memory. A fragment. A moment in time. A reminder of the past.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013


As mentioned in prior posts, I do love my Twitter. I look up product info, check for Netflix outages, read funny tweets and seek inspiration. One of my favorites is a guy named @OolaSeeker.  He notes in his bio that he had a great life, made mistakes and is working his way back. I noted  - from his tweets - his gracious outlook on life as he gets back his "Oola". 

Thursday, November 7, 2013

To Be Seen

Once I read a story about Marilyn Monroe. The interviewer was out with her and marveling that no one around them seemed to recognize them. Marilyn said the equivalent to "Watch this" - left on her sunglasses, took off her scarf, straightened her shoulders and became Marilyn. Within bare seconds, everyone on the street recognized her and they were mobbed.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

The Color of Fall

First, I prefer to spell it "colour". Second, while October Blue is my favorite colour* - ever - the fall holds another favorite. That first blush of yellow-peach-orange some trees turn.

It's gone now. It happens in early to mid October for just 3 to 5 days before it goes too orange for my taste. 

Mostly the trees now look "burnt" and faded with occasional pops of the conifer evergreen. Still pretty - for a while - against the grey November sky but not the same. 

Take-away - Enjoy while you can, beauty and joy are fleeting things - the better to teach us what to truly treasure.

(Mobile post)

*FYI - yes I'm a little obsessed with colours and Colors of The Wind is my favorite song.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Blessings in Disguise

A year is 365 days (most years). That's time to think. Time to mourn. Time to grow.

This week I've been in Canada. (Hey, Toronto - I had a great time. On my calendar to come back.). As I usually take quick 1-2 day trips for business, packing for this trip revealed a surprise.

Monday, October 7, 2013

The Land of Lilies

In a classic gardening move, I plant multiples of anything I like. I have about 6 kinds of lilacs, 4 or 5 kinds of peonies and about the same of irises. Then there are the lilies. I love them - grace, elegance and fragrance.  I've yet to find a kind of lily I don't like. So, I plant tons.

They came up in this order.  First, the plain whites with hostas. Then the pinks.

Friday, September 27, 2013

Playground Shapes

Long ago and far away (often in strange cities), I used to moderate focus groups. This meant I was paid to do one of my favorite things - people watch. A focus group is a microcasm of life, and you get to see a variety of personalities merge.

Monday, August 5, 2013

The Herd Minus One

Griffin is gray. Wesley is speckled. Killian is white.
It's been a rough month at Bunny Haven Manor. People, pets and places - all unexpectedly stressful. A quick business jaunt to Canada. La Gram Russe breaking a femur and being at a rehab place to recover. An unexpected illness and extra work.

Plus, all the Herd has been ill in various forms. Killian is expected, as his diabetes is hard to control and has complications. Wesley is expected with his heart murmur, bladder and kidney issues. In July his heart became enlarged and he is now in heart failure, which we are managing with medicine. Griffin, except for one brief episode 3 years ago, is never sick. 

I've recorded Audioboos about Wesley and Killian. But not Griffin. Because Griffin was always well and happy; and we had until forever. Today was the end of forever. I held him until he stopped purring. He only stopped purring when his heart stopped.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Summer Days

Yesterday I got to stand outside in the middle of the day for a few minutes. It had just rained. The air was heavy with the scent of milkweed (a bit like honeysuckle and the preferred food of monarch butterfly caterpillars.) The humidity from the inland sea was practically visible in the air.

Monday, July 1, 2013

What was your path?

Random thoughts have been swirling around my head lately. Lots going on in my life - not to me, but more around me. That tends to unsettle me. It makes me more prone to flights of fancy and less inclined to document them.

One of the more interesting (to me) thought tracks had to do with jobs, kids and family expectations.

Saturday, May 25, 2013

Lilacs and other Fairytales

Spring is always my favorite time of year. I love the verdant growth. I love the way the trees get painted with green and then everything bursts with color. I love the scents. Lilacs are among my favorites.

Thursday, May 23, 2013

Another One Bites The Dust

While birth and death are part of the cycle of life, one doesn't expect institutions to change. But they do, like lipstick colors.

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Potato Chips

Remember that old commercial that you can't have just one potato chip? Uhm, hum. Lots of things are like that: spoon of ice cream, doughnut, pair of shoes, lipsticks, cats....

Or at least I've heard people say the same things about cats. And we all know I have the herd (3). Really - they entertain each other!

But in this case, I meant something else. I love all things potato - people, it can be a battery, a bread or liquor! I probably have potato chips a couple of times a week. Today the nasty mean Pringles chip cut my lip. It hurt all day. And I realized, just because one chip hurt me doesn't mean I'll give them up forever. After all, I quite like potato chips.

I guess men are a little like potato chips. Just because one hurt me doesn't mean I should give them up.

(Mobile post. Soundtrack "Try" by P!nk)

Saturday, March 23, 2013


As a child, my room was covered in Winnie the Pooh characters. My mother's boyfriend was an artist. He was a generous man with his time and talents.

He painted a mural over the sink so my mother had a view while doing dishes. (Even though he did them, too.) He sketched Winnie the Pooh characters in my furniture and painted them. He made a painting as big as my three year old self with all the Winnie the Pooh characters.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

What You See and What You Don't

Everyone you meet has hidden depths. Some have more challenges than you will ever guess. They disguise them. They ignore them. They live with them.

I'm one of those people.

Thursday, March 14, 2013

Dating Profiles

I know a single guy who is moving to another city. While he's fairly social, he's been in the same place and near family for a while. Moving somewhere new will mean meeting new people. Some of them female people. I have it on good authority that he's not always great at noticing when women are interested in him*. So, I've suggested on-line dating but there is the problem of creating dating profiles....

*There's a story that his married friends have to tell him when he's being hit on in bars. Clearly this is a man who needs a little help! Given that I'm handy with words, I offered to make him up a few profiles.

(Advance warning - this is an odd entry and may be unsuitable for small children)

Monday, March 11, 2013

The Rules

My ex likes to joke that I live my life based on so many rules, I have no freedom. He's wrong about this (and many other things). I live by rules but very few:

- Try to treat others as you would be treated
- If you can't carry your own baggage, you've got too much
- At the party, know where you want to be when the "fun" breaks out
- Follow through with what you say you'll do (always)
- No recipe should ever have more than 5 ingredients (spices don't count)

Sunday, March 3, 2013


"You have good taste in....". It usually translates to compatible taste. It's actually a judgement on your taste. I tend to be more accepting. Your taste is yours - no better or worse than mine. It's simply yours. And I accept it as such.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013


Bunny Haven Manor is not a big place. Less than 800 square feet. So there is a strict "in-out" policy. When new (or new to me) things come in, other things must leave. It keeps the place relatively uncluttered. It reminds me that people matter more than stuff.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

If Wishes Were Horses

Lately my life seems filled with a lot of "I wish". And it's true. I do wish a lot of things. There is an old phrase about wishing, "If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride."

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Pantone, Again

I've always wanted to say I went somewhere in the Year of the Cat, mostly for the silk dress. Probably not feasible to wait until the next Tiger year to do something amazing as I'm not sure I'll have much amazing left in me by then! (2022) So perhaps, the year of Emerald Green is the year to create a different world.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

A Closed Path

Yet knowing how way leads on to way I doubted I should ever come back. (Robert Frost)

Of late people keep telling me that they see me setting new goals and taking steps forward. The support is amazing and very appreciated. But I'm always slightly puzzled by the observation. Of course I'm making new goals. All my prior goals and plans were an "us" that is no more. I cannot continue on that path as it is closed.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Still Know Nothing About Me

I have a thing for Sting. Always have. The lyrics. The sound. I even like how he's changed and evolved into a different kind of artist - playing in jazz, country and even medieval sounds. One of my favorite Sting songs - Nothing 'Bout Me.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Simple Joys

One of my gifts in life is to take pleasure in non-material things. Blowing bubbles on a summer day. Flying a kite in the fall. Going to an art museum. Or simply drawing with sidewalk chalk. It may be a product of growing up with more imagination than money. It may be the way I'm wired. Either way, I'm always grateful when I get the chance to indulge in my sense of play.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Silence like a Crashing Wave

Being single is different. It's messier (less need to keep "us" organized) and I'm often too busy to keep up. It's less regulated (less need to keep "us" on a predictable schedule). It's a good bit more random. Above all, it's quieter.

Friday, January 11, 2013

What You DO

It's no secret my life has been a challenge of late. In addition to the personal challenges, there have been professional set-backs. "We" made choices about my career; things I would not have chosen if I were thinking about just me rather than our family unit.

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Twitter Life

Social media is part of my work life but I have a very different relationship with it in my everyday life. Facebook - meh. Pinterest - take or leave. Twitter - hurray! I love the brevity and immediacy. I love the snippets of people's lives. I love the sharing. I love the inspiration available at my fingertips. I love the news that comes to me with brevity - cuts down on the rhetoric. I love that the topics are as varied as the people. I love that whatever your mood - you can find playmates of like-mind.