
pulling back sweater i finally finished
flirting with disaster over and over
have you heard of this project?
what's your six word story this wednesday?

rancho gordo beans::yellow eye::garbanzo::cranberry::good mother stallard
If you have checked in here before, you've probably heard me mention my OCD tendencies. I live in a clutter free house (which is not the same thing as a clean house). People who visit marvel at the fact that I am able to pull this off given the fact that I live with three children, a man and a dog. I find it really hard to free my mind up to work with lots of "stuff" around. It clutters my brain so I do my best to keep the "stuff" to a minimum not let things pile up. The fact that I'm about to move for the 5th time in a dozen years probably has something to do with it as well. That said, I alone am responsible for the recipe mess pictured above which takes up one entire drawer in the kitchen. This culinary mash-up of main course, veggie, appetizer and baking recipes has taken on a life of it's own. When I got my first place in SF many years ago I tried using a recipe box but soon outgrew it (and it was never really organized anyways). I then toyed with the idea using a binder which I could store on the shelves of my rapidly expanding cookbook collection (that never materialized). So now, all these years later, I keep my recipes in an entire drawer in the room where real estate is most precious just like my mother did (let's not go there...). I think of this drawer as organized chaos which I use to sharpen my mind (like a crossword puzzle or soduko). I know that Nana & Poppy's granola is on orange construction paper, the grilled romaine salad with caper dressing is on newsprint and Mom's vegetable stir fry is on yellowed paper with faded handwriting. As I sort through the pile looking for one thing or another I am reminded of friends, family and time well spent in the kitchen. As I took the photos for this post I pulled out the recipes for shaking beef , italian white bean soup and gnocchi with oxtails (the white bean crostini mentioned in the article is phenomenal as well). What will you be cooking this weekend?
Hi. How are ya? It seems like I've been up to a whole lot of nothing. I'm at the point in a few projects where I'm 3/4 of the way there and so it feels like nothing is getting done because nothing is being completed ( i like to complete things). Yesterday I prepped two 8x8 panels and un-did one of the oil paintings I was working on. I actually posted it here on Tuesday but after two hours of angst deleted the post and heat-gunned the painting back to the starting point because I knew that it was just not what it wanted to be (i now know exactly what it wants to be but once again i'm waiting for paint to dry). The larger of the two oil paintings is 3/4 of the way done but of course it is giving me trouble as well. It seems that every time I try to work larger I hit a wall. I was out of small blocks and had just finished the group of eight paintings for ETA7 (all eight sold opening weekend...YAY!) and so I thought it would feel good to change things up. I was wrong. It felt frustrating. So Yesterday I picked up my freshly milled maple boards which C will cut into about 120 blocks (there's going to be lots of tiny art in the weeks and months to come....i'm not giving up on the larger pieces but I need to set them aside for a while). In the scrap box I found two awesome pieces of 2" thick oak (pictured above) which I hope to turn into something really special. So the re-energizing title comes from the new wood and from the Bikram Yoga class C and I went to last night (remember i said i was going to try it?). It was crazy hot (like 110 degrees hot) and I'm not a fan of hot but I really liked it. I am a creature of habit and I like the fact that the same 26 poses are done (twice) in each class so you know what to expect. I also like that it's an amazing workout but it's calming and cleansing. At the end of class C wanted to lie in the darkness and relax for five minutes and I wanted to run outside (standing directly under a heating vent is not a good idea). 
she felt at home in the garden::drifting in a dream::queenie's pond