Television.

Everyone knows I don't have TV, why would I? I've got the restraint of a 4 year old. I had TV for 5 months in the beginning of our marriage. My favorite show was "Kept" with Jerry Hall, you know it? "My kept man..." Whatever, that's why I don't have TV. But I have the world wide internet (obviously I'm blogging). Anyhoo, the www provides me with abc.com, and since my sister-in-law told me about it, I've become a bit of an abc.com binger. Which is how I started with Dancing With the Stars, I love it. I'm really into blond showbiz brother and sis on the show -they can really dance, and they're my friends on myspace. All that is to say here's a picture of tonight's winner Kristi Yamaguchi in my Cleo dress in a shoot for this weeks OK! magazine!

Pride and Prejudice

More than I care to admit, pride and prejudice, is actually an astute description of one fully focused on design and aesthetic. But that aside, the association has proven life changing to me. I had the sheer joy of entertaining a family of six, and in a very limited amount of time we shared a few pleasures that sparked the eldest daughter's imagination enough to say, "Mom, I feel like I'm in Pride and Prejudice." This may have been the biggest compliment of my life. I'm not sure whether it was the tea, served in silver and raffia hand-me-down from my mom, or my old canopy bed she slept in. But either way, the compliment, like all good compliments, revealed something to me. The formalities that define that period and made it so hard to love and become a family past all the pretense and status -I'm kinda rich in. The ability to love and appreciate beyond oneself -this young lady was dead wealthy in. And although I lay in bed retelling my husband (who made it back from Nicaragua thank the Holy God of the universe) the story of how she felt like she was in Pride and Prejudice, what I've really taken from the encounter was a deep longing to live with a little less pride and much less prejudice.
Thank you, thank you for your visit.

Batchelders

My husband's stuck in Nicaragua. He went there on a surf trip and was supposed to be back tonight -his plane was cancelled. I think I'm going to take this opportunity to get our fire place re-done. You can see it in the back of this picture, it's "Batchelder tile" which belongs deep in a castle with gnomes and people with "powers", not necessarily in a house in Silver lake. My husband disagrees with me on this point -he thinks it's valuable. Which brings me to my point; value -what is value? Whatever something goes for on eBay? Have we really become such a callous society? A home without love is worth nothing, the hole-y green scarf my teething nephew chewed the day my brother was ordained -everything. (Now I'm a cc commercial.) All that is to say, I don't care how much the tiles are worth -they're ugly to me. Come home soon JJ!