This is Sadie, Loli, and Ellie. All are incredibly cute, and belong to my parents and my sister. All weekend in west Texas I had to constantly yell, “PUPPIES!!” because they’re so dang adorable.
Oh, I forgot I have a blog. Oops.
So when it’s chilly inside, I snuggle up with a good book and the kitties swarm around me for warmth. It’s quite lovely.
Roux turned 12 this weekend. Can you believe it?! Old man. And in his old age, at the dawn of his 13th year, he has FINALLY decided that sitting on laps might be okay. This is new and cute and of course once he has chosen my lap I am stuck there forever.
Sometimes we have tipsy nights, where we make cocktails and hang out and talk and stay up late. And inevitably, I fall asleep on the couch and at some point mosey over to bed and when I wake up in the morning, I find this. Evidence of snacks, reading, crosswords, knitting, and nail polish. Odd.
I’ve been working hard at organizing Indie Chefs Week, which is going to be AWESOME. Partly because I’m organizing it. ;) But mostly because we have an insane line-up of chefs that are so passionate about food and cooking, and it’s just amazing to be a part of it. This is my “murder board,” which is helping me organize when each chef is arriving, cooking, and needing a place to stay. Crazy but fun.
One more thing – I want to eat this.
A can of sardines, drained of their oil and dusted lightly in flour. Fried in a little fresh oil (the other stuff is way too fishy) for two minutes, then slapped between two pieces of bread spread with mayonnaise, with thickly sliced cucumber.
(aka lunch tomorrow)
Left: Fall means that gorgeous afternoon light, and open windows, and cats pretending they are outside.
Right: Fall means sipping coffee by the fireplace even though it’s probably not really cold enough to have a fire lit.
Left: George rushed to my laptop and flopped on it. My first thought was, MY LAPTOP! My second thought was, “Oh, George.”
Right: Reading about foraging (my new favorite thing) and sipping a chocolate cappuccino at Houndstooth.
Left: Knitting a striped blanket that will end up costing me way more than I thought by the time I buy all the yarn.
Right: Justin made waffles and cinnamon persimmons for brunch.
Dancing to this song.
When we can’t say “No,” we become a sponge for the feelings of everyone around us and we eventually become saturated by the needs of everyone else while our own hearts wilt and die. We begin to live our lives according to the forceful should of others, rather than the whispered, passionate want of our own hearts. We let everyone else tell us what story to live and we cease to be the author of our own lives.
Hooray for autumn walks and cloudy days and new tote bags and lovely sisters and chocolate cappuccinos.
Hooray for farmers markets and fresh persimmons and burst tomatoes and scrambled farm eggs and PG Tips.
Hooray for people who fight for valuing people’s work.
Hooray for old neighborhood cats who are warm and snuggly and happy to see you.
Hooray for mom’s recipes and cheesy pasta and text messages from siblings.
Hooray for people who don’t say goodbye at parties (that’s what we do!).
Hooray for knitting and music and husbands and cats and grandma’s quilt. Hooray for fall.♥