Où est le printemps? Où est le soleil?

Hello Beautifuls!

flower ceilings.jpg
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How are you?

The image above was my absolute favorite find while tumbling on my new iPhone on our way home from British Columbia a couple of weeks ago.

It sparked an idea, which I will share in the future as I plan to makeover a room in our home which will double as a guest room / studio.

I have been “lesser in blog land”  for several reasons . . .

Our laptop, purchased a little more than six months ago,  is limping along in a state of disrepair.  It’s home for a few days before we ship it out for another diagnoses. We have always owned and have been pleased with Dell laptops . . . until now.  The contractor Dell selected to service their laptops is deceitful.  I also caution you from purchasing computer equipment from Costco.  Their customer service department employs nice people who have little or no power to resolve problems.  This will likely be our last Dell purchase, and our last purchase of a computer product from Costco.

My mind and spirit are focused on Jay and Camille’s wedding in less than two months and my Mom and Dad.  They have been “trooping it ” through some health issues recently. I believe they are in a good state at present.

I have also been moving more and blogging less.  I am at a desk over eight hours a day in the clinic, so the extra two or three I was spending at home in the morning and evening was contributing to a ” way too sedentary” lifestyle.  Add my passion for French bread and pasta . . .

I just had my physical.  The moving is working. I love how I feel.

I have found most of you on Instagram which allows me to catch up and keep up with you when I am on the go!

The sunshine has been missing from our little corner of America.  Our missing Spring is the “talk of the town”.

Last week I was drawn to purchasing yellow flowers.

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Alexa! Play “Soak Up The Sun” by Sheryl Crow!

Singing in my own kind of sunshine . . .


French Bread on Friday . . . “Un fushion de la mode et de la nourriture.”

Hello Beautifuls!

Today I share a little whimsy and history of me.

All That She Wants  is  . . .  Une fusion de style français et japonais! 

Not me . . .

Isn’t she lovely?

Back in the late 70’s  . . . early 80’s, I was a fashion jewelry buyer.  I would travel to NYC several times a year.  The first night in Manhattan was a Sunday night.  (Market would begin on Monday morning.) Sunday evenings in Manhattan were divine for walking after the long flight from the west coast. We would often dine at La Maison Japonaise at 39th and Lexington.   The food was my first experience with  “fusion food”.

Back then the big trends were . . .

Français / Japonais . . .

Chino / Latino . . .

Fusion cuisine is cuisine that combines elements of different culinary traditions. Cuisines of this type are not categorized according to any one particular cuisine style and have played a part in innovations of many contemporary restaurant cuisines since the 1970s. )

The owners of the restaurant were two Japanese chefs and a friendly maître d’ of Irish decent. The most popular dish on the menu was their Chicken Flambé.  I never was able to get the recipe. However we would confirm suspected ingredients with the friendly maître d’.  The chicken was lighted breaded with a pinch cinnamon. The sauce had cream, mushrooms,  and Madeira wine in it.  It was served on a light bed of  bean sprouts. 

The restaurant closed in 1996, but it’s memory still lingers with me until this day.

To fusions of fashion and food!

Happy Mothers Day!


( Still without a laptop . . . composing from my office in the clinic at lunch. )

Taking stock . . .

real not perfect
:: Jenny Highsmith Calligraphy ::

Hello beautifuls!

It’s the first real “sunny and clear” morning of Spring 2017 in the Pacific Northwest of America.

A day when you open the blinds and the word “unbelievable” fills your mind.

I am easing myself back into blogging.

(I may have fallen out of blog love for a while.)

A limping laptop.

Guilt as in  . . . I should be spending more time cleaning . . . moving.

Perhaps a bit overwhelmed with . . . there is so much out there . . . and . . . I cannot always keep up with my visits, comments and reciprocals.


Last Sunday, Mr D and I were driving and reflecting.  We saw a something . . . ( I can’t even remember what it was ) . . . whatever it was . . . it was way beyond our means.  His silence . . . ( I knew what he was thinking ) . . .

What I do remember were my words of consolation to him.  “It’s our wildest dreams that have given us what we cherish today.”

Then I thought of a quote by Carl Sandberg.

“Nothing happens until at first we dream!” 

There is no harm in dreaming big.

. . . and it is no secret that dreams are contagious.

They can spread like wildfire!

I thought about starting over . . .  changing the name of my blog.

Then I thought . . .


I write from a place filled with dreams.

A place where so many dreams have come true.

A place where Mr. D and I have propelled two amazing “American Dreams”  into the world who have multiplied into seven – so – far!

“Dreams On 34th Street!”

34 is not perfection.

It’s a little place on a very “funky mix match street” where when you open the door . . . your likely to get hit by a dream.

I’m back.

More often.

Real not perfect.

“Who let the dreams out?”

Me . . . and YOU too!

w / L

French Bread on Friday . . . One of my favorite recipes for stress!

Hello Beautifuls!

Happy Friday!

Happy weekend – to – be!

I must keep it short and sweet until I get my laptop back from repair . . . shhhhhhh . . . I’m at lunch at work . . .

I felt the need to share something French.

I am currently immersed in Patricia Wells newest book.

Patricia Wells

Reading it is like going to class in France!

She cuisine’s with a world view!

My physician asked me . . . “Lynne, what do you do relax and relieve stress?”

One of my answers . . .

“I wake up, pour a coffee and jump into a master chef cookbook.”

Ah ha!

Partager ma propre recette principale pour soulager le stress . . .

w / L

Just one pic . . .


In my thirties, I had the coolest white overalls from a company in San Francisco called “Esprit de Corp.”.  I wore them and patched them into almost shreds.


Ahhh wordplay!
Un mariage d’anglais et de français!
En français?  Esprit de corps!
In English?     Body of Spirit!
                                                                                                                                              noun es·prit de corps \i-ˌsprē-də-ˈkȯr\ :: Definition of esprit de corps :: the common spirit existing in the members of a group and inspiring enthusiasm, devotion, and strong regard for the honor of the group.
 ( I’ll never quit my start – the – day – dreams . . . )
Today, I deliver you “esprit de fleurs” in white overalls . . . to celebrate our common spirit!
                                                                                                                                                     ( . . . and to tell me . . . “work those tri’s a little harder! )                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           w/L

A Once in a Lifetime Weekend Workout . . .

Hello beautifuls . . .

Deep breath . . .

. . . you know I have been practicing my penmanship. (Sister Agnatus, grade two . . . my best teacher, would be so proud of me. I believe she will feed my courage from above.)

. . . a little nervous because I want the envelopes to be “parfait”!

Inspired by Lauren’s amazing hand at “a fabulous F E T E “ , I sought class time with Alycia at Paper Delights.

inspired by
:: a fabulous F E T E ::

This very moment, on the farm table . . . a once in a lifetime weekend workout exercise awaits me.

I’m going with . . . modern brush calligraphy.

Wish me love, luck and magic . . .

You know I always wish it back to you times 34!


Just one pic!

Hellooooo beautifuls!

This morning, when I opened the door to let The Chocolate Gousse outside . . . she hesitated . . . and . . . looked up at me.

Yes, Gousser . . . rain again.

Ahhhhhh . . .

. . . life in the Pacific Northwest.

So many showers, call for a whimsical way to seek shelter . . .

pink parasol

Last week, this image whispered . . . “pink parasol”.  

This morning’s showers reminded me of the image.

. . . and set me out on a whim.

I “primed a pink parasol” !  

(Never have I owned a pink umbrella.)

In two days I will hold that parfait pink shelter.

Alexa! Play “Umbrella” by Rihanna!

When the sun shine, we shine together . . .

Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be your friend
Took an oath, I’mma stick it out to the end

Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)