Farmers Market

Hello everyone. Happy Saturday. My daughter and I had a marvelous morning at the farmers market in Pasadena. Like most of the open air markets in the Los Angeles area, the farmers come from all over Southern California to sell their produce. As usual, I bought more flowers than vegetables. I can't resist!

There was a fantastic selection of tuberoses (which remind me of my friend Sara Catania, who always had the fragrant flowers in her ocean facing apartment in Ventura.) I also bought bouquets of red tulips, red ranunculus and mulit-colored roses. (My daughter, Isabella, and I arranged them in old pottery vases while listening to Ella Fitzgerald!)

Also brought home in our basket and bags: Fresh salmon, French bread, a huge ripe tomato, leeks for soup, a mix of salad greens and beautiful blood oranges. We're going to have dinner in the back garden this evening!

Dragon Clouds....

...so high above...

...you might be spoiling me...
...with too much, love. --Bob Dylan

Happy Friday. It's so beautiful here today. Puffy, cotton-candy clouds and cool air. I can hear a lawnmower and there's a mocking bird out there singing like a car alarm.

I wanted to share with you some of the cloud photos I found on We Heart It (credits here). I remember as a child my father -- a painter and a sculptor -- would ask me if I could see the sleeping satyr in the clouds. I always could on the summer afternoons when the big rain clouds would move in from the west in New Mexico, where I grew up.

Even now, I look for the satyr and think of my dad, who always puts the mythological figure in the cloudy skies of his oil paintings.

Maira Kalman, Part Deux

Have you seen Maira Kalman's latest blog post on the NYT website? It's a tribute to Abraham Lincoln and it's absolutely brilliant. One of the things Kalman wonders: What would Lincoln have thought of Frida Kahlo? What do you think?

UPDATE: I love this comment from Yoli: "I whole heartedly believe he would have asked her out on a date."

Hmm, what if Lincoln were a ladies man...

Polaroid Cache

Some of my Polaroids, as found inside the one of my Emma Hope shoeboxes...

Are Peonies....

...the most beautiful flower....

...in all the world...

...or would you rather have...

...a rose? Another beautiful dilemma.



(photo credits: the fantastic jen and other lovelies here.)

The Company of Cats

It's raining today in Los Angeles and things are really unsettled at work. I'm relying on old comforts: the touch of warm hands of loved ones and the weight of my giant cat Coco draped on my shoulder. I couldn't resist putting together this little collage of black cats. We have two of them, Coco and Kali (named after the Indian goddess of destruction). They are my constant companions.

Everyone have a wonderful day!

(Photo credits, link backs and more wonderful pictures of cats on my I Heart It page.)

UPDATE! A comment from my husband posing under the name "Tiburcio" "I love cats, too. Except for those really needy cats that sit in front of their food bowl, bitching and crying to be scratched. I'd just like to say to those cats: "Hey, you're not the only one with problems! Why don't you try to do something productive around here instead of just spitting hair balls all over the place?"

(He's joking, by the way. He's a cat man.)

Hands

This is such a lovely picture by Franck Juery. Several generations of women perhaps? Those little hands are so sweet.

dear (fill in the blank)

Another captivating typewritten message by Jackie Young. I love the lines about dinner fogging up the windows and people from Philly naming their pets "gatorade and veronica."

Jackie is the photographer who created the "here is your key" photo that's been making the rounds on the Internet. A few days ago, she posted a comment explaining how the key message originated. (It was ruined love.) But wait till you hear what became of that little note...! {Scroll down 10 posts or click here!}

Frosting

Need a mid-week pick-me-up? This cake looks delicious. It's by Martha Stewart, of course. (Who else could get frosting so perfect?)

(Via Mary Ruffle.)


xoxo