Just One Pic!

When I began blogging . . . seven years ago . . . I posted a little feature now and then called ” Just One Pic”.

I still love to “play it“.

About the same time Kevin Systrom, with Mike Krieger . . . a couple of Stanford guys, must have had a similar idea.

( You know I am writing this tongue in cheek.)




Stay with me . . .

This morning, I was cruising “the gram feed” and saw . . .

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this image from that amazing Savvy City Farmer,  Joy Frey Waltmire.

( I once purchased a very cool, vintage “50” yard line marker from her for Jay.)

This morning . . . that image . . . brought on a little bit of  March madness in me!

When I retire . . . I could open a sports bar.

( Those of you who have read me well, know my son is a sports broadcaster, and I have always dreamed of owning a flower and gift shop.)

But . . .

. . . a chic sports bar?

Call it . . .

“The Sports Guy’s Mom”

(“La Maman du Sportif”)

( “Press for” . . .  champagne, cool brews  . . . and bite on French bread under prisms of Friday night lights.)

Speaking of prisms . . .

Digressing . . .

I know . . . in the big scheme of things . . . perhaps trivial . . .

“What ever happened to the Waterford Crystal Football?”  ( the NCAA football championship trophy awarded 1998-2013.) It was this mom, of partial Irish decent‘s opinion, the best thing about the BCS era. (Not loving the new trophy near as much.)  I remember holding my breath when the crystal ball was passed around after the award ceremony.

Bring it back!  I need one for my sports bar!

Joy . . .

(Excuse my English . . .)

Where the H-E . . . double hockey sticks . . . did you spy the image?

Obviously . . .  Midwest “March Madness”?



It is sooooo . . . “above the rim” !


Forgive me if I seem giddy and silly . . .

This weekend, Jay, Camille and her parents will be here for the home “opener” of the wedding shower season.

To season openers!

Happy Spring 2017!

Thank YOU . . . and Joy for always feeding my dreams!


“Remove the weight from your wings!”

34 and I are slowly but surely transitioning into a lighter, more sensible arrangement. To keep myself motivated, I found this simple quote from Erin’s book, Chasing Slow, helpful. It’s presently in my daily mantra and prayer mix.

“Remove the weight from your wings.”

Holland and I at play on the “art table” last Saturday evening.

The one thing I have learned for certain . . . Simplifying buys time. Time to be used for family and the art of living . . . time to get complicated now and then. . . yet an easy transition in back to simple.

Presently we are 8 days away from “The Let’s Shower Them With Love Weekend”. Jay, Camille and her parents are coming for a short stay.  34 will be filled to its brim once again.

Gradually the kids rooms have evolved into guest rooms, with Chrislyn’s headed into the direction of my post retirement studio, and Jay’s into a sitting room, (the hide a bed is a love seat), escape from the main openness of our home. The house is a quintessential Pacific Northwest contemporary. A style very popular in the early ’80’s.  ( Do any of you remember the magazine “Metropolitan Home”?)  MH was my go to magazine back then.

met home.png I confess . . . I am very comfortable with it’s return.  Mr D and I have never let go of our original modern art pieces.  We very much embraced the culture of PNW artists when we were young.  My uncle was the founder of the Museum of Northwest Art / MoNA, in 1981.  I believe his passion for contemporary art influenced our style and decision making when we chose 34. Uncle Art and Aunt Rita had a Mark Tobey in their living room.  My heart would skip a beat every time I entered their simple bohemian in the realist sense, ( not an interpretation), home.


Yesterday, I paused a little longer at my closet. I was reminded that the a new season is only days away. After the wedding showers . . . I have marked April first for the Spring -Summer 2017 take stock, edit, renew and rearrangement of my closet and dresser.


This four season guide from The Refinery will be helpful, but I am not quite ready to embrace an entire minimalist capsule wardrobe concept. My love for fashion accessories cannot be limited to 15 pieces.


Thinking new hangers . . . and just maybe a clothes rack . . . to put “looks” together!  The thought of retiring from medical soon is catapulting me back to my fashion merchandising mindset.

Please . . . please forgive me if I am limited with posting and following for the next 108 days . . . we are in full wedding mode!  I saw a dress yesterday . . . it yelled . . . ” If you want to wear me, get your buns to the gym!”  

Oh and . . . speaking of workouts . . .

. . . the pursuit of muscle-mind memory building . . . as I “brush up” on my brush calligraphy skills!  I will be addressing the invitations very soon .  C & J  have requested my perfectly imperfect letters.


Saturday Shelfie! {A Play Flower Shop Day!}

Hellooooooooooooooo Beautifuls!

Mr D. just poured me a cup of coffee.  We are up beyond early. It’s 3:58am as I begin.


The shelfie image  (above) is from 2013.   The floral scene, featured by Gardenista, calls for “off on the wall” fun.

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“Let’s all just play florist today and leave our computers home!”

What threw me back to 2013, was this post , and it’s image from The Everygirl on Instagram. It had me swooning and once again thinking of  . . .  the always a whim of mine . . . owning and styling a flower and gift shop.  The post, timed perfectly . . . the day before my paper flower making class at Paper Delights.

I had the most wonderful time at the class.


[“#1 ” . . . it threw me back to high school . . .  with my girlfriends  . . . when we would  gather after school to make hundreds of paper flowers for our special school dances and teas. ]


Alicia served desert, and a beverage of choice. The experience was creative, colorful and so inspiring for me.  (Well worth the twenty-mile drive to and from after a full day at the clinic.)


First flowers.

There will be so many more . . .


. . . as I plan many “Let’s play flower shop and leave the computer alone days on 34!”

3:58am on a Saturday?


(Perhaps I am playing “farm girl” too!)

It’s the words!

They couldn’t wait to be cultivated.


Revenir à . . . French bread on Friday . . .

Bonjour beautifuls!

I am feeling a little frilly silly “poetic” today . . .

( Some days words just want to play. )

NYMag – Street Style Paris January 2017

I have a little obsession with printed ribbon.

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NYMag – Street Style Paris January 2017.

Particularly ribbon with French words.

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Wrapped in finger – figure – eights  by me . . . for a purpose . . . what shall be?

For a time when a dream unfurls a creative notion inside of me.

Shall I wrap and weave it through my granddaughter’s silken hair?

Or lace it through the eyes of a blank white canvas to make a prettier pair.

I could tie one on my coffee mug coffee mug to make a morning bright.

Or wrap a parcel of lavender to tuck beneath my pillow tonight.

Find a ribbon.

Tie it on . . . twirl it . . . curl it

. . . or just let it . . . “hang loose”. . .

How is it that my words have moved me from French designer dreams . . . to Hawaii’s surf culture?

( A world class vacation in an instant! )

. . . and some people think blogging is a waste of time.

I LOVE the places my words and your words take me!

The time has come for  . . . Off to the shower and the clinic!

They will say “Hey Lynne!”

“How are you doing this morning?”

I will say . . . “TGIF!”

. . . all the while smiling and thinking.

NYMag – Street Style Paris January 2017.

Grabbed a Chanel.

Caught a wave.

Bon weekend, surfer girls!


♥ Alexa! Play “Surfer Girl” by Brian Wilson!

To February . . . a Blue Valentine! . . .w/(Love)

Hello B e a u t i f u l s !

On our first anniversary, I embroidered an elephant on the pocket of his chambray shirt.

We were living on a little less than 500.00 a month, (military pay). Acquiring a collection of embroidery floss was budgeted . . . a luxury.

When the shirt no longer fit, it became Chrislyn’s kindergarten paint smock.

It’s been 43 years since I embroidered flowers on my jeans . . .

Landing here . . . directed me back to a drawer . . . and a small box holding  one of my many collections of a lifetime . . . the collection that began near our first anniversary . . . 1974.

“Bliss And Mischief”

 “You will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”

   ♥ Blue Valentine

(Thinking . . . February has been a lovely month.  Instead of a new life chapter, I believe I am on the inside cover of a fresh new book.)

If you stand on your tiptoes, you will see Spring!

. . . flowers . . . always!

w/ (Love)

Technically speaking . . . and flowers . . . always!


Hello  B e a u t i f u l s !

I hope you are all doing well!

As I ease myself back into a familiar blog rhythm, I must share a few of the technical difficulties I am experiencing.

As a member of Google Blogger for 5 years, commenting when visiting fellow Google bloggers was a piece of cake.  Last year, after moving to WordPress, I found that I needed to jump through a few extra hoops on some Google sites . . . which is fine . . . but on others, unless logged into Google,  I was out of luck.   ( I no longer log into Google.)

Recently, I found a remedy with my “Blogger” friends who have Instagram . . . I now visit your blog, if I cannot comment, I go to your most recent IG post and leave a comment.


I snapped a few photos of 34 last week.

I emptied the funky chandelier and cleaned it at the beginning of the month.  After cleaning,  I randomly placed hearts, X’s & O’s, cards and Valentines on it.  Not necessarily pretty . . . yet pretty fun!

Soon it will be fashioned into Spring.

Thinking . . .

Paper Delights

. . . paper flowers.

Paper Delights on Instagram . . .

Seriously . . .

. . . sipping a flute of champagne and making paper flowers at “Paper Delights” would two hours of  . . . peace on Earth!


Listen to Joanna . . .

. . . as she too, channels M. Monet who still speaks to us from his garden in Giverny and  his garden above.


Saturday “Shelfie” !

“Top Shelf”


B e a u t i f u l s !  

How are you on this Saturday?

It’s been a week.

The BIG GAME did not disappoint. While the boys put the cap on the season, eight inches of snow fell.

Some weeks are more challenging than others. This week fit clearly into the challenging and frustrating category at work.

I feel blessed to have my family, friends, my styling a collection of a lifetime project and this creative outlet to divert my attention We had a little a saying around here when the kids were growing up  . . .  “It’s not all lollipops and gumdrops!”  . . . the words always drew a smile, and made me think of Sammy Davis Jr singing “Candy Man”.

“Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream
Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream
The Candy Man, the Candy Man can”

I actually sat in the third row at Harrah’s in Tahoe and watched him sing it when I was 19. The rest of the words are here.

Inspired as I write . . . ( often my posts transition from planned into random.)

I’ll ask “Alexa” to play it when the “Grands” sleep over in March.

(I know they will love it!)

There is always candy (and ice cream) at Grandma’s house.


. . . speaking of candy.

The sweetness of blogging is its perpetual gifting of guilt free eye candy!

“Morning Station “

I found this week’s “shelfie” inspiration on “The White Farmhouse Blog“.  Morgan’s blog reveals fresh look  into an old farmhouse.  Modern . . . rustic . . . slightly Boho.

Jumping  off the shelf . . .

A family friendly step up to clean and pretty.

. . . to take you for a peek at her bathroom vanity.

I HAVE FELT THE URGE TO “SKIRT” SOMETHING since I began blogging, six years ago! I have a Pinterest board titled “Skirting The Issue“.   I’ll keep you posted.

Have a great week!

Happy Valentines Day!

“Here, here!”

“The Candy Man makes everything he bakes satisfying and delicious
Talk about your childhood wishes, you can even eat the dishes!”