Mother's Day... Finally

Oh my fellow bloggers... I'm learning how difficult it can be to find time to write when there are so many other things going on!  But I'm determined to write anyway.

Honest blog: I've had SO many fun, exciting things happen in the last few weeks and have forgotten to write about each and every one of them... including Mother's Day (which was what... two weeks ago?).  I had amazing plans to document the Mother's Day brunch we prepared solely for our beautiful mommas.  It was going to be wonderful and insightful... but then I got so enveloped in the drama of the frittata (aka actually making the brunch), that I completely forgot to take pictures. 

Thankfully, although I lack adequate documentation to prove this "brunch" happened, it was a beautiful Mother's Day.  We had super nummy food.  And super fun conversation.  And lots of laughter.  And we got to bless our mommas, who put so much of themselves into loving us and shaping us into at least mostly functional human beings!

Since I don't have pictures of the brunch, I will give you the mom pictures that we have in our stash.  

We love you mommas!

 Little blond-headed me and my mom.  How am I so white when my mom is VERY clearly very dark?  

Blame it on my dad.  I do :)

Adam and his wonderful mom as she was leaving the hospital with his newly-born 11 lb. self.

The Wonderful World of Decorating

Adam and I are planning on buying a house in the not-so-distant future.  In the meantime, I've been trying to bulk up on decoration inspiration.

In the process of trying to find the perfect mesh of my mutt-style, I have realized how much I miss Domino Magazine.  It had the perfect blend of bohemian-vintage-chic, traditional flair, comfort, and funky details.  For now, I guess I will just have to settle for spending (notice how I chose not to use the word "wasting") countless hours on elledecor.com and apartmenttherapy.com.  While drooling.  My life is so hard.

An intelligent person would probably wait until she had a house of her own before she started perusing the world wide web for design inspiration.  This intelligent person would realize that spending way too much time looking at beautiful rooms while renting a house that she can't touch = bad idea.  And furthermore, she would know that if she WERE to search the depths of the internet for the perfect living room, she would start to obsess... and then she would start to go insane... and then she would drive her husband mad with chatterings and mumblings of future decorating plans.  And then he might cut his ears off.

But on the bright side, if I were an intelligent person, you wouldn't get to look at this eye candy:

(Note: I felt like naming the pictures because I'm hip like that.)

Atlantis

 

Blues Hues

 

Grey Beard

 

Smoking Room

The Coral Shelf

 

The Traveler's Study

  

Rainbow Bright

Tea and Crumpets

Looks like we'll have to buy a house with seven living rooms...

Get Fuzzy

I needed a pick-me-up today... and these Get Fuzzy comics did the trick.

This comic strip features the adventures of three household pets: Fungo (the scary ferret), Bucky (the evil, wannabe-scientist cat), and Satchel (the dumb, but very sweet, dog).

In the comics below, Bucky has started spreading nasty rumors about Fungo the ferret on sticky notes that he posts all over the house and calls "weaseleaks":

I hope this uplifts your day as much as it uplifted mine!

Treehugger

To preface: If you grow up in Oregon, you love trees.  It's just how it works.  If you don't love trees and you live in Oregon, there is probably something wrong with your head.

I wanted a tree house so badly when I was little.  But not so much the kind of tree house that you play in... more like one that you live in.  All the time.  I think I must have been inspired by The Berenstein Bears' home.
In my free time, (you know, when I wasn't doing the important things like watching Power Rangers and Animaniacs) I would draw what I wanted my tree house to look like.  It was always 10 stories high and cut in half, so you could see all the furnishings inside.  It always had one room per floor.  It also had winding staircases, a large kitchen (on the first floor, of course.  Who wants to carry all those groceries up ten flights of stairs?!) a fireplace (probably not such a good idea), a chandelier, and an attic full of dress up clothes.  And there it was, in all its ten story glory, hanging out in a forest canopy.

Well... recently I found out that apparently (at least part of) my dream wasn't so crazy.  About a year ago, I stumbled upon TreeHouse Workshop which specializes in making houses.  In trees.  For adults.

To quote Liz Lemon "I want to go to there."

View their portfolio to see more amazing tree houses

Swell Season: The Movie

I couldn't figure out what to blog about today, so I found myself just cruisin' around the web.  Mostly wasting time (I have a habit of only meaning to be on the internet for 5 minutes, and then zoning out for three hours while watching videos of laughing babies and looking at houses online.)  But then, I saw THIS...



and it rocked my world.

Apparently, during The Swell Season's two-year world tour, there was a documentary team filming them.  The resulting film was aptly titled "The Swell Season" and is opening on April 22nd in NYC during the Tribeca Film Festival.  It looks like it is mostly about Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova's much talked about relationship.  Yes please.

I love documentaries because it's like people watching... on steroids.  (And I love people watching.  Probably a little too much).  This documentary will be no exception.  It better find its way to our local theater, Netflix, or DVD... or I'm gonna be super mad.