13.2.09

Our First Valentines: Love that Lasts


The generosity of spirit of this elegant couple is legendary.
They are our heroes.


A little tribute to first Valentines: our wonderful parents were married 50 years last June. What they have taught us about love and service and caring for others could fill many books. Here, we simply fill a few lines with these words: Love You, Mom and Dad. Valentine Blessings, every day.


aloha nui loa from your
daughters and their families
(Lindi and I were both born in Hawaii, so we
are allowed to get all Hawaiian sometimes:
isn't my little sister adorable? Still is.)

12.2.09

St. Valentinus Construction Paper Reminder

just a little public service reminder:
valentine's day is on saturday...
don't forget to stock up, now, on little
candy hearts and red construction paper


st. valentinus from fry my bacon. of course.

Chalk Bikes


sharon montrose has a cool husband who loves bikes 
and had drawn these on the chalkboard the other day 
when she came home...how nifty are they? via swissmiss

sharon's got some more good stuff of her own, here

J. Crew: Books Frankly Delicious, Via ACL

acl visits j. crew
go see:


Happy Birthday, Darwin! Celebrating with a Well-Evolved Lego Man


darwinian selection? lego man lives!
love this, via excellent bioepherma
by brilliant Jason Freeny

11.2.09

Love at First Sight

Looking for sundials. Came upon this. What's not to love?
Antique limestone.
It's from a wonderful resource across pond.
(Hmmm...looks like this is the place to be on 26 June.)
Salvoweb. Good.

Two Dear Lincolns: Abraham and Robert

12.02.09
Happy Hundredth Birthday to Our
Amazing Grandfather:
Robert Lincoln Lee.
We miss you.
What a great influence you have had on all of us;
what a gift it is to be part of your family.


Happy 200th to Abraham Lincoln. What a gift, thanks to you, it is to live in this free land, these United States.

Happy Birthday!


The cute little guy in this picture is celebrating his fifteenth birthday today. His mom is scratching her head (without the sunglasses on...I've long since lost the ones above) and trying to figure out how time doth fly so quickly. Well, in any case, she is taking solace in the immortal words of T. Bone Burnett (see posts, below) and finds extreme happiness in the reality that the passing time, current time, and time to come are all times filled with the love of this little (now 5'7") guy, his wonderful siblings, and the rest of our utterly awesome spread-around-the-world family. Happy Birthday, E! Sending love and best wishes...to all.


10.2.09

More from T. Bone: Wisdom of 50


"When I was young, I used to write all the time. My father asked me if I was going to be a writer, and I said I thought I probably was, and he said, 'Don't publish anything until you're fifty, because before then, you won't know what you're talking about.' I was never able to forget those words - even if I didn't know what he was talking about at the time - so there was always a part of me that was standing back from what I was doing. But I have to admit, he was right. Somewhere along the way I heard that everything we remember Sophocles for, he wrote between the ages of 50 and 70. That was an inspiring thought, to say the least. I couldn't have written these songs or made this record until now, without having seen the things I've seen and without having gone through the things I've gone through."

photo copyright t. bone burnett

8.2.09

Good Things Happen Out Of Nowhere




T. Bone Burnett,



photo copyright t. bone burnett

How to: Brick Patio




Fell in love with a bunch of bricks last fall.

While scouting materials for a friend's landscape project, a pallet of completely magnificent antique bricks appeared at the building yard and begged to be taken home.

Found space in the backyard: simply had to. Two brilliant students of architecture set them out in unique pattern, and we created a sweet little launch pad for small summer soirees.

It's the perfect place for a single cup of tea, accompanied by a good book, on a spring afternoon. A cozy cup of coffee, while wrapped in a warm coat, on a winter morn.

We are smitten with our new old bricks. Isn't it marvelous to bring into one's life treasures from the past, rescued by someone who carefully saved them?

I thank goodness these were salvaged from their first home. They have found a new one.






(please note the comment section for great how-to info)



5.2.09

Window Dressing: Bergdorf's



Love this. 
Want to 
jump in 
and give 
them a hand.

Courtesy of Our Girl in New York.


Truth and Beauty





All of above, with exception of colorful, chicken-bedecked
antique rug (see Alexander's, below), are tucked into a
lovely corner gallery at De Sousa Hughes
in the San Francisco Design Center.


The Truth: Beauty is Essential, Isn't It?

4.2.09

China Doll

Wish the colors had come out a bit more true,
but you get the picture; this sweet china
doll is in a painting that hangs near a brilliant
little secretary at De Sousa Hughes, SFDC.

Ann Sacks Tile (File 5)

A few more favorites from Ann Sacks. I'd put the peonies, above, around an outdoor vestibule. They make my heart swell with happiness. They speak of peace. I'd love passing through them each time I came home. Joy. (I don't know if Ann & Co. call them peonies, but that is what they are to me.)

These are brilliant, and remind me of dogwood trees in the woods back home, Virginia and New York: of something sacred and strong. They connote safety. Maybe eternity?

These are copper. They are like brave pennies that have been magically transformed...that, alone, makes me want to line them up so that they might march behind my stove and countertop. There is something very happy about these marching ex-pennies. Something warm.

This is grace and growth, a lovely geometry for one's home.

Mad about these. Recycled, if I recall. Nifty luster, warm
silvery strength that will play happy foil to Master Stainless.

















Chapter IV: Magic Carpet Ride








Richard Habib was a most excellent guide as we swept through his space (Alexander's Decorative Rugs)...there's much to learn: Richard has an astonishing breadth of knowledge. And a great view (just look through that window!).

Morrocan to Love: SFDC Chap. III

from ann sacks

Mrs. Blandings Goes To New York

just noticed:
whilst we were traipsing around 
posting our SFDC finds, 
the fabulous Mrs. Blandings posted 
more magnificence from the NYGF

she is the consummate 
ur-shopping-treasure-finder poster, 
in my book...so, wanted to give a hat-tip 
and send you all off to KC and NYC courtesy
 of the magnificent magical mrs. b.!


photo copyright: the brilliant mrs. blandings, of course 

3.2.09

Today at the San Francisco Design Center, Chapter II

Jim Gallagher, of Garden Court
Antiques, and a compelling slightly-gilded
ruby reason to start collecting papier mache.

Holding treasure? Another wonderous red.
(Speaking of, my little red camera
was not doing so well yesterday:
she is old and on last legs, I fear.)

Nautical. Nantes. Via Paris Flea Market.
Blue to die for.
(See post below.)

British. Campaign. Go ahead, die twice.
This is worth it.
(Acknowledging a salute to Japanese craft.)

Once the French Revolution really got rolling, you'd probably want to have hidden this gorgeous piece of work (Vive Le Roi). Don't lose your head over it. Just pack it up tidily and dash off in nearest non-gilded carriage. Send Marie Antoinette lovely thank-you letter. Get out of town. Stow treasured needlework in voluminous skirt. Go. Now.

Surely, this would look swell in my office.
A girl can dream.

Spiky. Happy. Waiting for well-wicked beeswax.

Once more, with gusto. A sweet Italian romance.


All of these wonders:
Garden Court Antiques, SFDC.
Many thanks, again, to our
magnificent host, Jim Gallagher.