A Sunday play date . . . and thinking out loud.

Hello  B e a u t i f u l s!

Yesterday . . . I blew up our oven.

I was advised to only self-clean three times a year.

I listened.

Guessing . . .

. . . at 13 years old, the device could only handle one more incineration.  Needless to say, tears came to my eyes. I knew it would not be easy . . . or a reasonable price to replace our standing stove and oven.

One of the goals I have set for peri-retirement/retirement is immersing myself in my collection of cookbooks, presently with a particular focus on Patricia Wells and Mimi.

. . . and Mr D, himself, has taken a keener interest in cooking.

I believe we have found a candidate that will replace my/our well-loved and well-worn work/cook horse.  Mr D has concurred . . . we can kick it up a notch.  “A “mid range” . . . range (tongue in cheek) . . . meaning between 2K and 3K.

I’m a still riding a little high from Jay and Camille’s wedding, two weeks ago.

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I love this image.

First . . . It shows Jay’s happiness and passion for his bride and the day.

Second . . . It purveys a trend.

Can you guess?

The “hot” stubble beard.

(At the request of his bride.)

I LOVED IT on my always need to be clean-shaven for his on camera profession son.  I also laugh because as a “boomer”, I interpret a “hot stubble” as it an ultimate kick back and relax day . . . vacation.

Best Day Ever!

Hot stubble!


Seeing and feeling our son’s happiest day ever continues to fuel me and my spirit. I am blessed he chose such a beautiful and caring woman.  It was so cool to see her name change on FB and Instagram.  We are now both . . . “Mrs. T”!

I plan to share more of the wedding details on the next few Wednesdays”!

And . . . just when you think you have enough fuel to fill your heart and soul . . .


. . . HERE’S YOUR EARS !!!!!!!!!!!

. . . talk about a propellant fuel additive!  (They are ready to hit the Magic Kingdom!)


Today we are going to a street festival in West Seattle with our good friends.  Mr D and I grew up near West Seattle.  It will be fun to go back.  I hope to visit Bakery Nouveau. Yes. You’ve got it . . . français parfait!

. . . and I’m guessing a little “mid – 80’s grunge” in the air via the music festival stage.

Gotta hit the shower, throw on my time-worn linen and denim, slip into the old comfy sparkle flip-fops and grab my French market basket.

Alexa! Play “Smells Like Team Spirit” by Nirvana!

Happy “we’re near the end of the first tri-fester” of Summer!

New hashtag today!



Gratitude fuels.

Hello Beautifuls!

Heather’s art inspired me to pop onto the virtual 34 to say hey this morning!


:: Love. Heather. Bloem. Here & Here. ::


Amazing, gracious, talented and hardworking folks have touched my heart this week.

Happiness is alive here on 34.


Play “Trumpet Tune”!

Have a blessed and gifted weekend!

Listing to classical wedding songs as I craft, stage and pack for Boise.

w /  L

Mindful Monday . . .


How are you doing?


I’m “emotional” in the very best way!  ( Sending out a full heart hugs within the words I write. I hope you feel them!)

I feel at my best when I am under pressure creatively.  ( Confirming that endorphins do emerge from creative energy. )

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I am attending Edie Wadsworth’s “Camp Overflow”!  

Talk about perfect timing . . .

. . . my cup “overflow-ith” as I write.  I love her reading list!  Just finished “The War of Art” by Steven Pressfield.  

“The magic of keeping going!”  

To write on M – W – F.

“Invoking the muse.”  

To read and listen on the S’s and the T’s.
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I am putting together “my” own perception of a capsule wardrobe. It’s linen season! On the meter of Madame Bohemian to Madame Chic ( Jennifer L. Scott ) . . . I am smack in the middle.  The term “Elevated Bohemian” lights my fire for fashion at present.

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Committed to move more. Push and pull harder.  I shall not discount my gains in health, and the one size loss this past year.  I had hoped for one more size down. I own it!

C & J ‘s Best Day Ever?

I just finished my last orders with ETSY to meet the wedding deadlines.  ( I’ll have some praises and shout outs to share, post wedding.)

There’s still much to do,  it is all so fun . . . and . . . most importantly the deeds and the details are to serve people I love . . .

. . . people who have served their love to me so many times.

Wednesday,  I will share bit about Jay’s bachelor weekend.  (Nothing like Vegas or The Hangover.)   Believe me . . . the world is a better place with men like my son walks this earth with!  I was brought to tears of gratitude as Jay told of his special weekend in Chicago.


French Bread on Friday . . . “moi et toi” !

Good morning most beautiful  b e a u t i f u l s !


How long has it been since I have served up a little French bread?

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:: coco . kelley ::

This image had me at “moi et toi” . . . then I looked a little closer . . . that china.

La Mer Veille. (The Old Sea.)

Two ♥ ♥ hearts.

Thinking . . .



Let this image transport you.

Ahhh . . .

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(Blog brilliant.)

Team coco . kelley found the inspiration for their post here.

The “mots français”  reside on the Italian Riviera.

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:: ici :: 

. . . and then . . . there is the piano.  Outdoors . . . perhaps out of tune . . . charming all the same.  

“Moi et Toi!”

:: ici ::


Alexa! Play “Sea Of Love” by Robert Plant.

“Mer d’amour!”

“Mots français!” 

“Mer italienne!”

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

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 . . .

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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)