damn

i saved this video a while back. i know its the typical baby-tronics,, we all think they are cute, piece of crappy film. sorta like that one scary animated baby that danced, but better and with more flair.
anyway- while half way listening to some non informative morning news program this morning. i was assaulted by the loud sound of forced laughter by these mannequins on tv, so i turned around, only to find my hidden guilty pleasure televised. my secret is out
.
i still think they are cute though...shh

allo

i think it was last week, there was a little note on my desk.
i kept it to the right of my keyboard to remind me to return it to loop who was the rightful owner, clearly because of the genletmanly penmanship.

me- loop,can you explain this scribble that you left for me?
( i was sure it was going to be some hipster tips)
loop- tell me what it says
me- this is one of those lame jokes to make me look like an ass as always
(remembering the time that they made me read something about being retarded but still mumbling the note under my breath)
loop- no really, it will make sense and i left it after you did something nice to me.
me- um..... franks salon miss all links whiff.. i don't get it
loop- faster and with an accent
me- (in an atrocious not descript accent) sanks alot miss all lings whiff, fuck off
justin- (interupting to the most obvious, in the usual bad british accent) sanks alot miiss ollingsworth
o thanks a lot miss hollingsworth
you are welcome


this makes me realize that i should start thinking outside my little box, and create an accent of my own.

fruitful

i love this time of year, all the flowers are blooming and the fruit is the best of the season.
i prefer the farmer's market in alhambra, its the closest and less crowded and have a diverse selection thanks the proximity of monterey park and its on sunday, so i can hopefully have at least one day of sleeping in. this sunday i was on the hunt for something to can or pickle or bake, besides the usual that i would need for the week.

these white apricots were irresistible, they are so soft and beautiful, along with being super sweet. i think i am going to eat these straight up and next week when i get more im going to fondle them and then make them into ice cream with lavender for the 4th.

then i found pickling cucumbers, the season flies by and i normally miss the time when these are the best so i am excited to finally catch these. they are going to become zesty bread and butter pickles, a little experiment of mine, stay tuned.

kumquats are at the end of their time but i picked up lots for nothing and made almond candied kumquats, that i will use as a garnish on chocolate tartlettes and almond cupcakes.

i got a bunch more but nothing as exciting for me as these.
sorry to bore you.

screw you

or those of you that think that it is time for me to start covering the grey, and not with a hat.
she is grey and gorgeous

besides the fact that i am low maintenance (nice way of not admitting, lazy), i dont think that my original color comes in a bottle and the closest hue might make me look like an insane middle aged circus clown. so.. i am going to proudly tramp around with these little white wirey hairs that are quickly multiplying.

happy.happy.

its summer solstice and strangely enough i cant feel it. in normal times it has been sahara hot , i am not complaining by any means , but the anticipation of the heat is pushing me to an unusual retail edge, i have completely stocked up on my summer and travel goods, and am prepared for the barbeque, swimming (guh) and travel.
alongside, today is dad's day. happy fathers day to all.

i think steve will like a picture of himself.

pack rat

is it wrong for me to adore the clutter in my office/craft/catchall room?

some would say yeah, but i like my crap. i realize that i collect too much but at this point its a compulsion.
i have a few completely different vignettes around and this one was dismantled due to spring cleaning and i needed the memory of it to remind me of what a weirdo i am.

mr beakman

aka: paul zaloom

i recently caught his show on a rare lazy saturday morning, and i wondered how old he was now and what happened to him. i admittingly watched and like the show although lisa's voice kinda drives me crazy.
shortly after this personal revelation this article came out in the la times. mr. beakman, i mean zaloom, has a better natural name and looks much cooler than his spazzy character, but is on the same eccentric level.
he lives in a tiny back house on the westside filled with found art and tchotches. id like to figure myself similar but im not sure. im sure that i like all the trinkets and oddities though.



i tend to purchase and display unusual findings rather than keep up with a "look" too. i think we might be related, or should be.

is it wrong,

to be insanely jealous of this little girl and have the urge to violently kick her out of her own room so that i could enjoy it for myself?
yes, i like the brilliant colors, the artwork and most of all the bed, not only because i have a penchant for beds, but because its fancy, orange and plushy.

if i remember correctly my childhood room was filled with pink laura ashley flowers, white lacquered furniture and a disgusting pile of stuffed animals, sure it sounds ok, but believe me, in hindsight it wasnt very inspiring.

los jacarandas

i told you.
they are pretty, right?
the colors of these trees are always nostalgic to me. it makes me relove pasadena. i remember back in the day when we would walk back and forth from school and they were blooming, kids are missing that enjoyment. f**k i feel like teasing myself about my age right now.


i love these gloomy days before the heat waves, but im still a little sleepy.

june gloom shroom

its dark outside and the lilac jacarandas are glowing. this weather is lovely but its making me sleepy.

the only problem is that i dont have the time to sleep, another weekend of weddings, flower mart, music, flea market, gardening, and im going to try to grab the zoe and go to UP.

birthday bento boxes

this month is chocked up with birthdays. i knew i was close to too many geminis.
i have found where i am going to take everyone on their birthday. my favorite sushi place- oba. they have the best sushi in town as well as the sweetest faces. their udon is not that bad either, but i am sitting here with a burnt tongue from it. the best part is they will draw your face in strawberry slurry for your birthday! sweet!

barbara was first.

then came justin, in that exact order.

amusing.

this has made the rounds through all the best wedding blogs and i just cant stop watching it.

i need a video camera.

memorial crawfish

or crawdads or whatever you call them.

i picked up 90 lbs of crawfish and crabs on friday, hoping that i could be nurturing enough to keep them alive until the monday holiday.

mostly we played with them and had races. but they didnt seem to mind. with a little watering and attention they were fine.

come monday, i had to cook off the crabs early because they are a bit sensitive, but tasted delicious nonetheless, once i reheated them in swamp mud straight from staci's hands in the bayou.

crawfish are basically cockroaches so they kept well in their little cardboard habitat.

there were a few good eaters and i was a little nervous because its not for the queasy, but once you get beyond the guts, they are so good.

miss julia fished out the crawfish and entertained the crowd.

cherise graced us with her efferecence presence.

and finally i was finally able to spend time with my evil twin (or maybe its the other way around).

and luckily the huntington crew came.

thanks to everyone else that helped me out and showed up, you are loved by me. especially contessa rachel, mrs. lutter, grumpy cupcake, the prietto saga, haro twins, supernova warehouse and edie beale.

now all i have to do for the rest of the season is paint my nails and plan my trip to panama in august- o and a few other events in the make up.

oh, the talent

that i, even in another time would never have, and am sorta jealous. julia is pretty and amazing.

sweet.

justin pointed out that cooking puts me in a good mood, rolling my eyes i tend to agree with him. even the skeptical seem to believe. i haven't had much time or spirit to put into a hot pan for a while unless it was for good cause, in which it was.

lime tartlette with almond crust and blackberry- no glaze, and bittersweet mocha with pistachio nut- one. color coordination not intended but it helps.

inquire within for recipe, or show up on the 25th for a bite.

sorry about the crappy picture

note to self

and everyone else, do not patronize the los angeles flower market anywhere near mother's day if you can help it. way.... too crowded with clueless people and my vendors raised their prices for the day.

 but they still had a few amazing seasonal flowers and i walked away pleased and with a noseful of delight, including the bacon wrapped hot dog whiff as i left the building. mmm

happy mom's day to all. 

i spent it with my little pseudo little one zoe and the moms.

i love my mom, edie beale 

the things we do

i have been a bit distracted lately (for good reason) and have spent a fair amount of time perusing websites and blogs for some inspiration. that accounts for the more frequent posts.

i have a long list of event, wedding and food ideas, but the longer i sit on them the more mundane i believe they are. i will eventually post the best of the best but for right now, i am all about the more inane subjects.

this site is one of my recent favorites. it has text messages from the previous night that are often fueled with alcohol and are hilarious. the postings make me think that everything will be ok and give me a bellyache from laughing and question my humor.

examples-

(305): Imagine two people making love on top of a unicorn . . . my life is the opposite of that

and

(505): You should really figure out how to get me a picture that will pop up on my phone when you call
(720): Just upload a picture of Bea Arthur. That's what my soul looks like these days

and

(973): On a scale from 0 to 24...wait, 3 to 24, where 6 is the lowest and 12 is the highest, how freaking high re you right now?

song of the day

there are not any undertones here, i just like the song- both ways

im sure that i can find someone to dedicate this to though.

foot frenzy

new season, new shoes, and i have a little obsession right now.

summer shoes to deliberate.

not sure who does these but i think im in love- from garance dore

pf flyers.

im getting tired (as well as those who know me) of chucks year-round, these are the perfect substitute.

toms.

the only reason that i even considered these before was because i liked the fact that they donate a pair to a child in need when you purchase one, and that the owner blake mycoskie is hawt. the usual ones look too slipper-like, but these might work.

see, retail therapy does work, im feeling a little giddy.

how to mend a broken heart

eat?, nah no appetite

shop? maybe, but ....

grocery shop? at bit of both and so satisfying. even if it was for work. but i do get a little excited about going into a new exotic market, call me weird, it wouldn't be the first time.

ranch 99 was a little therapy, some giggles and knowledge- every time, even if i do get funny looks from the regulars.

the biggest korean pears that i have seen yet. crunchy and super sweet. 

i just like the random name, makes me laugh inside- still.

hmm, i am feeling empathic to the name.

i tried to take a picture of this once before but got the mean eye from the fishmonger.