My journey has led me down a rich path. A path I'd not change. Every morning, I walk by this brick paved pathway tucked away amongst brick buildings near my office in the Financial District, where one doesn't expect to find such a quiet place amidst the skyscrapers and business suits. I'm momentarily whisked away as my thoughts fill with old world nostalgia, perhaps memories of a past life or maybe the pathway simply reminds me of the cobblestone lined streets of the island where I was born.
Yes, I am bit late with my new year wishes, but my two loyal readers expect this from me as I'm a very bad blogger and get distracted by shiny or pretty things.
See, case in point - I get distracted by pretty things that make me smile. And boy do I need to smile as life has gotten turned upside once more. I was hoping that 2010 would be the year to remember but it's off to a bit of a slow start. However, as the romantic optimistic you've grown to love or hate as the case may be, I'm hopeful 2010 is the year I discover that fulfilling dream job, and Mr. Right whisks me off into the sunset.
I need a drink...anyone else joining me?
But I needed my exercise, as did Katie. Exercised dogs, are happy dogs - trust me on that.
She was excited as she just loves our walks, which are usually too short during the week for her liking. But we make up for it by going to the doggy park...which is now closed for winter. How dare they!?
Ahhh...now this is so much nicer than the treadmill.
And I could use my iPhone to take some pictures of...leaves.
That is until Katie halted and stood her ground. "What's wrong girl, did Timmy fall in the well again?"
Appears Miss Katie was done walking me and decided she wanted to return home. I figured that out when she turned towards home and tugged - hard. So...we headed home.
And all was right again in the world.
Vegas is my family's distinguished and well poised companion of royal German Dachshund bloodline. He is focused on those he serves and his loyalty knows no limits; cat nor squirrel will lure his attention from his duties - protect and serve is his mantra.
He dutifully takes his post beside the lady of the house, ensuring her safety and well being for it his paramount to this tiny soldier.
Always alert to danger that awaits the family, ready to spring into action and deftly handle any situation requiring his attention.
But he who sets foot near his squeaky will bear witness to his wrath as he tears your little toe off and dines upon it with fava beans and Chianti.
Why...turn them into sexy plant holders of course; that's what Giddy Spinster from Berkeley has done. Behold, stripper shoes, not just for strippers anymore.
I never quite understood what possesses sane people to get up at o'dark thirty the day after Thanksgiving and hit the mall. Is it too much turkey the day before, perhaps it's a stuffing induced temporary insanity. Are you people nuts? Don't do it, don't give in - instead, sleep in like me.
Ironing board cover by City Chic Country Mouse
Last year I promised myself that I'd not make it to the mall for Christmas shopping, and I was pretty successful. Most of my gifts were purchased online and I loved it. I didn't have to battle gray haired old ladies in Cadillacs in the mall parking lot, nor deal with crying babies who's mommies dragged them to the mall...nope, I clicked away in my jammies.
Chic soap, yes soap...by Soapy Chica
This year, I'm going one step further...not only will I not hit the mall, but I will not be purchasing mass produced gift items. Everyone is getting something hand made. No, not by me silly, but by other way more talented folks, most of whom have fantastic little stores on Etsy.com.
These are a small sampling of the unique items you can purchase on Etsy from artists. I'll be showcasing more of my favorite things from such artisans in hopes to inspire to take the "Shop Handmade" pledge.
The gravy boat is the least understood and often overlooked of the dining accouterments. It works hard, keeping that lumpy gravy at your beck and call. Yet you don't appreciate it's beauty, it's mystery and wonder. You go about your dining experience without as much as a sideways glance. But if you did, you'd be seduced...
...by it's sultry lines.
Be still my heart...
Oh those come hither looks are killing me...
See what you've been missing. You can thank me later.
