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it's simple, really: 
vitamin D+waves crashing+brother
(+driving with loud music & windows down in VW van+perfect latte+desert in 2 weeks)
=outpours of giddiness

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everything is slowly coming together.
newly acquired cruiser, new basket, new cork grips, and a kickstand.
two more weeks and this baby will have a new coat of chalky white dust.

things are bubbling up inside.

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yep, still obsessed with these golden yolks.
sunday afternoon salad with couscous, avocado, tahini dressing and a fried egg.

and it's all about giving away. love love love...

and reliving last year around this time.

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i love hanging clothes on the clothesline to dry

especially on a sunny afternoon,
(this song best heard waking up to the hot desert, hopping on one's bike and riding leisurely, with utmost
liberation and ebullience, for the first of the day's pending adventures)

music distantly playing through our windows upstairs

and my feet, bare in the dry grass.

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finally,
 (it's been on my to-do list for months now)

l i p  b a l m  c r e a t i o n

playa-bound. 
to give to the multitudes with desert lips...
giving credit, of course, to my dear brother Jess, whose
"chap chap pep" chapsticks-on-hand-spun-yarn-necklaces from Burning Man '09
were such a hit that i just had to get my hands dirty.

the goods

the melting of the shea
 
the composite of many waxes and oils

and, we have a lip balm family.
two families, actually.
1st batch---> rosewood (with cocoa butter)
2nd batch---> pure rose

can't wait to make labels.  might be the best part of the whole process
rubbing residual oils and waxes onto my skin wasn't too bad either.
my arms haven't felt so moisturized in...ever.  recipes and label-making coming soon.

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did i mention that it is august?




 i've been making them my whole life

they are one of my favorite things to create

drawing me to my art table when nothing else does

i get to give them away

sometimes i deliver them in person,
 sometimes i drop them in a mailbox
and they are hand delivered by a stranger,
to other cities, states, countries!
(p.s. in love with the fact that the postal system still exists)

here are some of my
C A R D S.


(( let's keep sending love into the world ))

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it is somehow
a u g u s t !
mom is leaving for 3 months in Zurich,

and i made a salad with what i had laying around:
market heirlooms, parmigiano shavings, dragon tongue beans (chopped & seared
in bacon fat), raw walnuts, cracked black pepper and a good balsamic drizzle.
A N D ,
more importantly,
my new best friend.

( n e v e r ) ,

have i experienced such ridiculous pleasure
during the act of slicing something (anything!) with a knife.

time in the kitchen instantly revolutionized.

ps. this is today. 

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morning at home:
my printer stopped working about a month ago, the paper was getting jammed when it would try to print.  who gets their home printers fixed these days?  seems like people just buy new ones, it being more expensive to get them fixed than to buy a new one...
 i found Mike online, who came over to my house to "assess" my printer for free. it took him about two minutes to remove the back panel and find a walnut, lodged between the rollers.  quite fitting really, a walnut, preventing my machinery from functioning...
he removed the walnut, buffed the rollers, and just like that, my printer works again.  oh, the beauty of old fashioned repairs!  such satisfaction!

and the morning has evolved into a lazy & productive afternoon
at the Rose House with Sophie,
and an afternoon salad:
Arugula with Roasted Squash, Heirloom Tomatoes, Pinenuts & Avocado

roasted some beautiful yellow squash the other day; cut it into 1/2" coins, laid them on a baking sheet with some chopped onions, salt, and olive oil for 40 min at 400 degrees.  chopped some of these sweet squash coins, tossed with peppery market arugula, a green zebra tomato, half an avo, some raw pinenuts, a little blue cheese, and a simple dressing of whole grain mustard, olive oil, balsamic, and salt.

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for Tim's 30th:
extra-long leather suspenders.

perhaps third time's the charm?

this time they are unlined (first pair was unlined with raw leather on the back, second pair was lined with cotton fabric).  but i tracked down the secret ingredient, which allowed me to keep the look of raw leather without all the shedding on the underside.

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new discovery:

b e e  p o l l e n.


bought some from the farmer's market yesterday.  sprinkled it on my toast this morning, but i could eat it by the spoonful.  so sweet & delicate.

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this little dew-covered spider web made me gasp with delight yesterday.

i soon came to realize that they were all around, hanging everywhere from the tops of plants, and all covered with small water droplets in the overcast morning.
 
it was like a scene from a Tim Burton film.

other-worldly. beautiful.

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for Graham's pork-centric birthday gathering (the "Pork-Off"):

Fresh Nectarine Tart with Vanilla Pastry Cream, Bacon, & Maple Syrup




i used Tartine's Fresh Fruit Tart recipe.  added the bacon pieces.
instead of the jam fruit glaze in the recipe,
i drizzled maple syrup from a small family farm in Massachusetts. 

Emma and i had fun assembling this one, glass of rose' in hand, except for a bacon grease spill (never pour hot bacon grease into a jar that has been in the freezer), and maple syrup dripping into the passenger's seat while we temporarily set the finished tart on the roof of the car!  nonetheless, it was delicious.

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hiked Rattlesnake Canyon for the first time this morning



full to the brim with the sweet scents of the mountains
 dry grass, sage, starthistle, wildflowers
 grasshoppers springing buoyantly

and breathtaking color & pattern of the quails' feathers


and then: kale sauteed with bacon, onion, cumin, & coriander, topped with walnuts, heirloom tomatoes, and a little tahini & champagne vinegar

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in love with summer produce.
 

placing bets: 
how many containers of cranberry beans will result
in our pre-service cranberry-bean-shelling-sesh at Julienne?

today began grey
but soon became warm.

Rose discovered my tomato-shaped pincushion full of sewing pins.
she fell in love, intrigued, curious... 
 nervous about possible pin ingestion, i was forced to make her a ball
from fabric scraps instead.  she wasn't so intrigued,
but showed appreciation for my creative attempt.

heirloom tomatoes for lunch, market lettuce, walnuts, caramelized shallots,
and Fourme d'Ambert in the dressing...

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i hiked cold springs canyon today

curiosity took me further and further up an overgrown trail
(nearing gould park in los padres national forest)

i wove gingerly through fresh poison oak growth, following the carefree song of a tiny bird as it moved further up the hill in front of me.  i found myself high above the creek below, climbing up rocks as i neared the top of the ridge, sky vast above.
then a couple of pretty little sage bushes
greeted me with their silvery, fragrant leaves.

leaves of the gods.

i filled the little bit of space in my small bag
with a few sprigs, & thanked the plant, so humbly nestled between rocks.

the air in my room is now filled with the subtle,
grounding scent of fresh sage

as it dries...

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the sun came out before noon
(which is rare this july in santa barbara).

after coffee, sophie and i went over to nick and hannah's place.
we felt like nymphs in their backyard garden, shaking the tree's branches & racing to collect the freshly fallen fruit.
i can boldly say that these are the best plums i have ever had the pleasure of eating. they are as sweet as candy & have delectably juicy reddish-orange flesh.

the kitchen soon became scented with plum preserves bubbling on the stove;

e u p h o r i a


for approximately six small jars of preserves:
8 cups chopped plums (i included the peels, but this is optional)
2-4 cups sugar (i used about 2 c for the whole 8 c of plums, but this about half of the normal sugar about, resulting in a more tart, less cloying plum spread)
4 tbsp lemon juice

cook plums and lemon juice on medium heat for 5 minutes.  add sugar and stir until everything is well combined.  cook for an additional 45 minutes or until the thickness of the jam has been reduced to the consistency of thick honey or 220 F. degrees stirring occasionally.  remove from heat.  while plums are reducing, sterilize jars in oven or boiling water for 10 minutes.  fill jars with preserves, put lids on tightly, and boil for 10 minutes.

spread on a hot croissant or scone (freshly whipped cream optional)
and take a deep breath.

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spur-of-the-moment kale salad:
(afternoon off with sophie. listening to new acquistion and about to make some plum jam.)

 toast 1 teaspoon cumin with a drop of olive oil in a skillet for a minute. add 2-3 cups fresh kale, ribs removed, and torn into pieces. cover with lid on med-high heat for 3-5 minutes, tossing once or twice. remove from heat and transfer to bowl (should be just wilted, not overcooked). while kale is cooking, mix 1 tablespoon tahini, juice of half a lemon, dash of sea salt, 1-2 teaspoons olive oil, & 1 clove minced garlic in small bowl. add to kale. slice one medium sized heirloom tomato and add to bowl as well. smash about 1/4 c raw walnuts and add. toss well and serve.
 

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one question, how have i not discovered this sooner?

instantly transported,
i am sitting on top of a mossy, fallen tree beneath the redwoods in Big Sur,
it's overcast and drizzling,
droplets cover my face, hair is growing damp.
i feel like i know a secret.

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i can hardly believe the time has come

( ! )
Dear Figs: I adore you.

my first of the season,
(black missions with pecorino moliterno, crostini, extra virgin olive oil), here

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( ojai: second annual )

lounging, cooking, dancing, giggling, reveling



it will never get old.

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sitting with my gypsies.

it's all magic:
room, objects, energy

A N D

i'm bursting inside from a magical performance





inspired to create piles of costumery and accessories

especially 
for 
the desert

(( making things soon ))

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 dirt
grass
gravel
sticky leaves

 under the soles of my feet


summer evenings
at HOME

can they just linger
and linger
and linger

a n d

l  i  n  g  e  r

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i was behind the desk.
 
the ocean breeze 

reached through the open front door
to behind the desk,

lifting the ends of my curls.



a few hours later
 i found myself 400 miles north. 

i was sitting on a bench
 in front of the passenger loading zone, 

the delta breeze

tickling my closed eyelids. 


(the subtle movement of air proves deeply soothing)

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midnight,
 monday, june twenty-first,

s u m m e r

officially begins.


this perspective will never get old.

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if you ever find yourself wondering

whether or not you should dance,
just know
that the answer is
a l w a y s


{  yes  }

yes yes yes. 

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finally


spent a couple bucks
on a few bottles
to round out the collection
to make one of my

favorite
drinks.


for a minute, i feel like i'm

wearing Sophie's grandmother's high-waisted skirt,
i just came home from work, walked into the kitchen
to find the record player
at last assembled with its new amp.

made myself a corpse reviver

and smiled.


ps. it's COMING.

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the mountain house proved magical once again

music, dancing, carrot cake
hot tub, starry sky, dawn's arrival


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loving this and this.

(wish i could drive to Big Sur tomorrow
to experience them at the Henry Miller Library.)

and this, well, it's been making me smile and sway a lot lately.


ps. this is what i did today: