quilt market show and tell

Popping in for a quick moment to say that I am pouring all my creative energies into Creativebug, which is such a dreamy and challenging and exciting gig that I still can't believe I get to be part of it. 

I was just in Houston for Quilt Market and we made a short video postcard to give people a glimpse of some of the designers and their collections. Check it out. I think you will dig it.

Creativebug Field Report: Quilt Market 2012 from Creativebug on Vimeo.

sound of the weekend

My recorder didn’t work for this. But your imagination will be able to infill the sounds of a throaty inboard motor, clinking ice, and splashes off the dock as we jumped into Lake Tahoe.

Blue doesn’t begin to describe it.

aunt margaret's chocolate cake

It was my birthday while we were on vacation, and my sisters wanted to know what kind of cake I wanted. I was mulling over coconut or carrot until I opened up the cupboard in the kitchen and saw this:

What I imagine are go-to family recipes written onto the inside of the cupboard doors. And there was my answer:

Aunt Margaret’s Chocolate Cake. How could I have had anything else?

Thanks, Aunt Margaret. It was delicious and auspicious.

adirondacks vacation

An Adirondacks family reunion, with a house big enough to fit everyone that perched over the water. Card games, glinty evening whiffle ball games, stargazing and a full dining room table. More glimpses this week.

east coast bound

I'm leaving on a jet plane again for a slice of East Coast summer, a vacation, and then work. The part where I get to spend time in the clouds never fails to utterly amaze me.

a san francisco evening

A glinty evening after checking out the Jean Paul Gaultier show. Sometimes this city is perfect. Other times, it smells like pee. But not tonight.

sound of the weekend

What you can't hear is the sound of the widest eyeballs you have ever seen. That would be my niece and nephew as the bellydancer swiveled in for her performance.

happy july 4th

After Thanksgiving, this is my favorite holiday. I can still almost taste the smell of sparklers, and how terrified-excited I was as a kid, standing in the midst of all that bright light and smoke. Fourth of July equals full-blown summer to me, swimming and lighting storms. Happily, that's where I'll be this weekend. xo

new batch of lemon curd

Fresh lemons from the neighbor's trees and a morning spent making lemon curd and drinking tea.

rod and gun

The downside of working at a new startup is no time to post here. But one of the (many) upsides has been traveling to some pretty rad places, most recently Alabama and Brooklyn. The last time I was in Brooklyn, my cousin and I happened across the Brooklyn Rod and Gun club where our temporary membership bought us PBRs, all-you-can-eat peanuts and an evening of music. The band played "Closer to Fine" with no trace of irony. Does that mean I am so old that my college music is now retro?

sf botanical gardens

Some bits of pretty in the city recently.

sound of the weekend

A thicket of dusky evening sounds in the South.

sound of the weekend

Hearing my niece’s progress as she has learned to read has been amazing. Listening to her excitedly unlock a whole, deep new world.

sound of the weekend

It was Maker Faire this past weekend, when all things steampunk and hacker and craft converge in one place, with fire-breathing and glow-the-the-dark robots. And this upside-down orchestra, rigged up to a computer with all the instruments overhead.

creativebug: what will you make today?

Ladies and gents (or the four of you still reading this site): For a past few months, I’ve been hard at work with a pretty terrific team bringing a new website into existence. It still feels a little unreal, even spooky, that this particular job appeared that sits at the exact intersection of my experience and my interests. Here’s a taste of what we’re up to. For much, much more, you can head right here.

We’re super proud and hope you love it.

sound of the weekend

If this game had been a movie, it would have been terrible. I never would have believed the twists and turns and anguish. Being married to an Irish guy has made me a soccer fan. And this weekend was the nail-biting end to the English Premier League season.

spring gardening

I love this time in the garden. Everything is in the ground, I haven't forgotten to water yet, nothing has nibbled away at the tops of the plants. It's pure promise out there in the soil.

sound of the weekend

Dappled sunlight, a picnic blanket and some warm weather cocktails.

tissue paper pompoms

Bright flower poofs suspended in a clump make everything more happy.

Courtesy of the lovely Courtney.

sound of the weekend

All these little voices at my niece’s school. So tiny and light and pure.