Apple Green

My sister christened her new Le Creuset cookware by making sugar-glazed Granny Smith apple fritters this morning.

Encounter on Fountain/Fuller

It's easy to love dogs. They are indiscriminately loving and loyal. It takes a special kind of tolerance and patience to love cats. They scowl, scurry and hiss. But underneath this cold facade they are adorable balls of smushy fuzz that want to be loved and will put on the funniest antics to achieve that affection. Case in point, these beauties I encountered on Fountain/Fuller.

Art You can Eat, Touch and Take Home

Wayne Thiebaud-inspired layer cake.


Felix Gonzales-Torres, SFMOMA.

Deserted Island

photo by B

Santa Rosa, Channel Islands is so secluded and protected that even though it's just a short distance from LA (20 minutes by plane, a few hours by boat) our stay of 2 nights and 3 days felt like an epic getaway to some luscious, faraway locale.

The weekend included:
Tons of Cutie Pie Seals
1 Massive Blue Whale
0 Showers
Beauty to infinity.

Lacking

Too much activity in life, too little action on this blog.

Cat Landscape

The Club Life

These days the euphemism is "going dancing," but I remember when the proper terminology was "clubbing." That term is unbelievably cheesy, but then again so is the activity. I have a love-hate relationship with that whole scene. I lovelovelove dancing, and I'm quite fond of donning a short skirt with tall heels and seeing other girls in their respectively scandalous outfits. But, the hollow exclusivity and random mash-up of people in general really puts a damper on things. My slowly creeping disgust is perfectly timed though, as I am turning 29 in a couple of weeks...which is practically 30...and a 30-year old at a club is mildly inappropriate...

Under the dark cover of night.

It's a good thing I'm also quite fond of brunch. Brunch is a very appropriate activity for an almost 30 year-old.