sound of the weekend

A late afternoon horsehoe game at a pit with a killer view.

(PS: Apologies for the lack of posts. I was out of town again and messsed up the auto-posts. So more soon. Also, for those of you reading this through a reader, these weekend sound posts include a short audio file that doesn't appear in most readers. Thanks for bearing with me through these lean posts. I have a big secret that is taking all my time but all will be revealed in a month! xo) 

come to me, weekend

I need some lazy mornings with rumpled sheets and dozing. I hope that’s in the cards for you too.

In miscellaneous news, you can see Melissa’s roundup of our Alt Eve dinner right over here. And big thanks to Jenn and Hostess with the Mostess for telling all you party people about Weekend Handmade. It posted while I was at Alt and I’ve been remiss in sharing. It’s quite a compliment considering the source!

Here’s to afternoon naps and eeking out small moments of slow-paced happiness this weekend.

a sunny day with magic shell on top

It’s supposed to be 90 degrees today. I want to eat this weather.

Yesterday was warm and slow, with lots of time in the backyard. If you have this tool, you can make fresh lemonade in about 3 minutes flat, then bring it out back and stuff the pitcher full of renegade mint from the garden.

On Saturday, I spent a couple hours up close and personal with thousands of bees, courtesy of the San Francisco Beekeepers' Association. We lifted frames heavy with honey out of buzzing hives and generally got used to being within inches of thousands of bees. My goal was to make it through class without screaming and dropping a frame, and ladies and gentlemen, it was a rousing success. I think the full beesuit helped.

When I got home, I worked on some crochet and then made shortbread. Just when I started to feel like I was in training to become either a Mennonite or survivalist, we went to a friend’s party and drank champagne all night.

I like this Laura Ingalls Wilder-meets-Holly Golightly life.