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Follow Friday – Fall-Like Photos

28 Oct

Nature has finally decided to act fall-like around here, which means cooler temperatures and windy days. I’m celebrating by posting my favorite fall-like photos.

This weekend we’re celebrating Halloween by driving down south so that my husband and a few of my friends can leap over hot coals, wear viking hats, and drink beer. Should be good times.

What is Follow Friday? It’s a Twitter meme that I have taken a couple stepsfurther.  Learn more about it in my FAQ. See my nomination for a Shorty Award for Follow Friday here. You can read more Follow Friday goodness here.

adamisacson Weird to think my cats don’t know my name. To them, I’m probably “Guy Who Gave Us Tuna From the Can That Time in 2007.” (They know years.)

Handflapper I just got up and already I need a nap. I must not be doing this life thing right.

NicLewis If you’re smart, you’ll have a car waiting. If you’re brilliant, you’ll have a jet pack waiting. #StepsToSurviveAHorrorMovie

notthatkendall Processing invoices while watching Rachel Zoe means I type things like “super-gigantic” and someone should come run me over with their car

LOLGOP Since 1980, the top 1%’s balls have grown by over 1,000%.

NicLewis You only get to say, “It’s over,” if you’ve detonated a neutron bomb in the killer’s colon. #StepsToSurviveAHorrorMovie

jberthume Was just picked up from a rural airport by someone in an RV. I think I saw this on Breaking Bad once.

badbanana I’m guessing the worldwide average is about one great idea per every 2.7 million Moleskine notebooks.

TNG_S8 The prime directive is completely ignored when Picard really wants to ride a Centaur. Geordie sleeps through the whole episode by accident.

J__Swift If you have a kitten do not eat the kitten. Pet the kitten, also, cuddle the kitten. DO NOT EAT KITTEN.

MariaMelee Every time I start to catch a cold I secretly wish it’ll make me sound like Jessica Rabbit.

freudiantypo Autocorrect just turned “doable” into “spanked” in my last text.

jillsmo STOP GIVING ME KLOUT IN BEYONCE!!!!

MmeSurly “Siri, where is the nearest bakery?”
“Are you sure? Those pants look like they’ve shrunk a bit in the dryer.”

misskubelik The mom calling her kid PEAPOD is freaking me out. She’s not saying it nickname-y. OH GOD, WHAT IF THE KID IS REALLY NAMED PEAPOD? #library

ameliastier There’s nothing worse than chipping your nail polish on the first day. Except maybe AIDS and world hunger I guess.

TheDweck Netflix is really in a downward spiral. If Netflix were a person, it would be eating pizza and watching Netflix all day.

abbeyrenee “I figured out why I’m so weird. I’m from the fourth dimensional.” #stuffJiminsays

PolyesterPony This home printer is needier than my ex.

TheTweetOfGod Seize the day. Arrest it. Throw it in jail. That’ll teach it for having so many possibilities.

InfiniteChicken Life has yet to give me an opportunity to make good on my “I could punch my way out the Vatican” boasts.

trypnotik I don’t do anything for love, but I’d do that.

morninggloria This isn’t a popular opinion to have in this politically correct reality we inhabit, but I believe that being Lady Gaga is a choice.

joeinverarity Thirty-some odd years experience of “existing,” and I’m still just OK at it.

mariannecanada My hair looks really nice today, which always happens the week before I reach Critical Mass levels of needing a haircut. Pray for me.

MrWordsWorth If I have learned anything from the cats, it is this: the stress of a long day is easily alleviated by noodging a cushion.

sgnp The best stall doors are the kind that fling themselves open when the person next to you slams theirs shut. #OppositeDay

WindsorGrace Why are there so many hamburger fonts?

SpaghettiJesus If everyone spent five minutes a day saying “I ain’t afraid of no ghost” in assorted redneck dialects, there would be no crime or poverty.

anneheathen My glass of wine brings all the fruit flies to the yard.

carlabare My icy hostility brings the boys to the yard.

MeganBoley I wish all the boys in the yard would bring me a milkshake.

rstevens First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they have sex with you. –Ghandi

misskubelik and you might say to yourself: “Hey, is there a picture of a Corgi dressed up as the USS Enterprise?” And the answer is “Corgiprise” & YES.

JesseThorn “Nope. Too classy.” – CEO of GoDaddy.com, at every meeting with every ad agency ever.

apelad General Mills’ Box Tops for Education is a money laundering scam. I’ve found no evidence to support this, but the search has been delicious.

JLYoungsma If you’re following me in hopes of deep reflective thoughts & inspirational quotes, you got the wrooong bitch.

lateandsoon Long-ass day. An ass should be firm or pert or voluptuous. ANYTHING but long.

himissjulie Natalie Dee’s “pleased to eat you” is appropriate to wear around children, right? Right?

BuenoBabyGirl I cannot hear my kids screaming at each other when I’m shaking my martini.

markleggett “Live nudes! All of our nudes are alive! Unless you mean emotionally, which in that case they’re all quite dead. But still very nude!”

Greeblemonkey Attempting dinner at home second night in a row. Hold me Martha Stewart, I’m goin’ in.

apodixis I’m a classy, sophisticated guy, so I spell it Herpès.

hotdogsladies Bad writing—like bad farts—often come out of anonymous assholes.

kfan Patchouli girl, my love for you is locally-sourced and mad sustainable.

johnmoe “Do you think being really funny is a more important trait than being a really good economist?” – the 10yo just now.

OurGoatRodeo Google Translator’s language’s “Detect Language” option should just be titled, “WTF to English.”

PolyesterPony Self editing. Like a grown up.

annakarenine buy a cat some fancy toys and he’ll end up playing with an old earplug 99% of the time.

magistratewu How I know I’m losing my hearing: I thought I heard my prof say that the United Nations resembles a giant titty bar.

rstevens The dog somehow hid a gooey rawhide bone up my shorts leg. I think I still like the dog.

telephase 2 y/o is doing some mansplainin’ to the wall in this restaurant. #thatsmyboy

simontarr Hell yeah! New LEGO catalog in the mail! I mean, my son will be very excited about this.

Dude_WaitWhat I want one of those LifeAlert things. I believe I should be able to use it when out of wine and too drunk to drive.

TweetsofOld A young man in our town ate, at one sitting, 5 1/2 feet of eel. We predict for him a brilliant future as an “eatist.” PA1879

ErinCerulean “It can seem a bit crazy that we humans don’t wise up a bit earlier in life. But if we smartened up sooner, we’d end up dumber.”

iasshole Mmm, wacky misunderstanding at work forced me to repeat the phrase “ASCII penis” four times. A good day.

ApocalypseHow A recent study says psychopaths use certain words more often than everyone else. For example, “Murder-tunity.”

lindseylu The decision to never have kids is really a gift to the world, so can you guys pick up the tab for my birth control?

hellnope Sent an email for the team huddle today. Realized just after hitting send I sent a team cuddle email. Today is gonna be adorable soon.

Bookish_Bitch Control top stockings are weird. I feel like a sausage from the waist down. A sexy, sexy sausage.

Bagyants When I scream “I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING” it’s always about leftover food and never about feelings.

Krud I am pro-noun.

ApocalypseHow There once was a man from Nantucket/Who prepped at Choate/And enjoys golfing. #VulcanLimericks

apelad The first a in Nevada is pronounced like the a in apple, unless you pronounce it opple.

sarahmcdallen Who you calling a hoecake, Paula Deen?

FakeeEtiquette It is polite to look for and point out time travelers in all historic photos.

joshjs Somewhere, Katie Holmes is asking Siri to buy Suri a Sari. Also, I apologize for that last sentence.

MrWordsWorth If I understand the plot of Anonymous, Shakespeare was a tweet thief.

joeinverarity HOW DID YOU DROP YOUR PHONE IN THE TOILET?! Oh wait. Don’t tell me. Are you on Twitter?

vhsTapes2 Today I will be hunting the worlds most dangerous game: Russian Roulette.

BridgetCallahan One of the major differences between me and a highly effective person is pants.

milonguera Pan flute. The spa industry’s musical overlord.

alwysabridesmd Just saw some old bitter people with a YES WE CAIN bumper sticker. WHAT IS IT LIKE TO HAVE NO SOUL.

mikeleffingwell Watching my wife and daughter napping peacefully just feet from my dog who’s aggressively licking his penis. Mixed emotions.

hateyouprobably Can someone fetch me a steak and also cook it and feed it to me?

ProfessorSnack I suppose the difference between bent and hell bent would be the shipping fees.

morninggloria All cat litter’s “fresh” scent smells the same, which defeats purpose of masking smell. Why not make a hickory bbq scented variety?

UnvirtuousAbbey Then he said, “Jesus, remember me when you come into your kingdom.” Jesus replied, “Truly I tell you, I’ve got two tickets to paradise.”

oldkimcole I’m starting “to” think some “of” you don’t really understand “the” proper use “of” quotation marks.

clarkekant Fuck the self-cleaning oven. I need a self-cleaning toilet.

LouisPeitzman I do NOT want to get a flu shot at Ralph’s. Well, maybe if it comes with a free sheet cake.

CorporateMonkey every year on my birthday I wonder if THIS is the year that I’ll finally get my superpowers.

What is Follow Friday? It’s a Twitter meme that I have taken a couple steps further.  Learn more about it in my FAQ. See my nomination for a Shorty Award for Follow Friday here. You can read more Follow Friday goodness here.

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Scrapbook: Hunting Acorns

10 Oct

Since fall doesn’t really get started here for another couple months, I decided to take Isobel acorn hunting as a way to learn about nature, get outside with the family, and add to our cache of thrifty autumn decorations. I want to make it a yearly tradition as it’s a fall-like thing we can do even if we’re wearing shorts and tank tops and contemplating

The Valley oak would be a natural native choice for acorn hunting, and provided a substantial part of the diet of the native people who lived in California long ago, but lacking access to those venerable trees we went to a stand of Cork oak that I happen to be familiar with. I grew up under these trees.

Years and years ago, these trees were a daily fixture in my life during elementary school. Not one for sports or anything more complicated than monkey bars, friends and I would wander under the polka-dotted shade of the canopy of these trees at recess, imagining we were our own world and collecting the ever-present acorns that littered the ground. Acorns would be collected into piles as if we could survive off them in the winter.  One day we planned to pound them to mush and rinse them in changes of water to remove the toxin, like the Native Americans. We probably created a nice nest egg for the birds to find later.

As we walked with Isobel under these trees we pointed out partially eaten acorns and talked about the birds that ate them. We don’t really have squirrels in town, though I’ve seen one or two on occasion. Every now and then the wind would blow an a scattering of acorns would fall all around us, like plump raindrops.

We looked at fat acorns and skinny ones, we marveled that some had “hats” but some came bald, many were shades of green, and yellow, or a rich hearty brown.

We talked about the trees as we walked, too. Eventually the joy of acorns wore off and Isobel became extremely fascinated by a mud puddle.

By the time we were ready to go home Isobel had dumped all her acorns into the mud. Which was totally fine as I collected my own bunch and anyway, I wasn’t going to let her keep them.  She might decide she’s a bird and start munching.

Sometimes making your own fun isn’t about what you get. It’s about the hunt.

Thrifty Living: Halloween Decorations

5 Oct

At first I was going to feel really weird about this post. I mean, it’s technically fall, and people are already pulling out their sweaters and knee-high boots (even me), and, until this week, the weather’s been in the mid-90s. I ditched the sweater halfway through the Farmer’s Market and wished I would have left the boots in the closet. Living where I do, in the middle of California, our spring and autumn seasons are brief and our summers linger way after they’ve worn out their welcome. Fall doesn’t really get going until December, and the only way we ever get a White Christmas is if we have a heavy fog.

Nature must have felt my sincere desire for autumn weather, because this week our highs dipped into the low 80s and we actually had cloud cover and a breeze. And a rumor of rain, but hoping for that just felt greedy.

Isobel and I decorated the house together over the weekend, and we had a blast doing it together. I didn’t even bother decorating the house during her first Halloween, and between the kittens and Isobel’s teething, it just wasn’t safe to decorate for her second.

This agate mushroom bookend set is normally in my bedroom, but I pulled it out in the living room along with this candle I found while thrifting. I just don’t think I can give either of them up.  I’ve tried (though, admittedly, not very hard).

By far my favorite decoration this year is my skull specimen, which I put together for under $5. You might remember the cheese dome from the Monkey Giveaway. I found that at a thrift store quite awhile ago, searching for the perfect use for it. Besides displaying monkeys, of course. Duh.

One porcelain skull from my boyfriend’s later, and we have a lovely skull specimen.

Isobel still thinks they are pirates, and she likes to walk up to this one and say, “ARRRRRR!” before giving it a huge kiss.

I decorated the outside of our house, too, but I did a pretty ghetto job. You see that thing under the sign? That’s a Valentine’s decoration I put up nearly three years ago. I just kind of shoved my metal Halloween sign over it.

Our gnome is representin’ the holidays in his costume. I should probably name him. And then give him clothes. Or is that just for House Elves?

The kitchen is coming along. I wanted to take everything off the fridge so I could rearrange things, but Isobel got very upset I moved her Isobel magnets, so I just shoved everything to the bottom. I bought magnets for the Trick/Treat sign so it’s not hanging by ghetto magnet hooks. I really should find my wine bottles for the top of the fridge, too.

I like having a set of holiday magnets. My mom had holiday magnets for my sister and I when we were little, and it was a fun tradition for us.

A little garland never hurt nobody.

And I love my new kitchen towels.

Isobel helped me decorate the sideboard, too. She kept telling me that “the pirates were sleeping,” which was kind of creepy. Yes, they are sleeping. Eternally.

I found these rose-shaped pine cones last year and I’m kicking myself for not writing down where we found them. I’d love to collect more. Dried berries and autumn leaves were also collected last year, because our leaves haven’t even thought of dropping off yet.

I inherited this glass pumpkin from my Nana. I keep thinking of fun things to fill it with: pine cones, candy corn, acorns.

I’m sure everyone’s seen the adorable doilies-as-spiderwebs on Pinterest? I saw them a couple years ago before Pinterest but only recently found doilies. They came already mounted on these lovely metal hoops. I just added the spiders Isobel put in my basket while thrifting. I was like, “High five, kid! I totally needed those.”

I found this owl in a thrift store the day an identical one in my shop sold. The one I was selling was painted a solid, glossy black and I very nearly closed the listing so I could keep the owl and the painted candle sconce for my own Halloween decorations. Part of me wants to keep this guy as is, part of me wants to paint him black, part of me thinks I should sell him because I don’t need another project right now. For the timebeing, at least, he’s part of my Halloween display.

You may have noticed that I don’t like gore or scary decorations. (Though what’s scarier than the skulls and their not-so-subtle reminders of our mortality?) Well, I’ve never been a fan of gore, but I have saved the truly scary, the deeply frighting, absolutely horrifying for the end. Behold! My scariest Halloween decoration of all!

I should do something about that.

After the holidays.

Scrapbook: Pretty In Pink

11 Sep

These photos are from last December, when I edited them and filed them away and eventually, forgot about them. Isobel isn’t the same little girl anymore, but she’s still pretty in pink, isn’t she?

Punkin Patch 2010

20 Oct

As part of my birthday tradition every year, Anthony and I pick out pumpkins and I’m generously allowed to go crazy go nuts and pick as many squash as I like. Early in our relationship I think Anthony realized that the key to making me happy on my birthday wasn’t diamond jewelry—it was pumpkins, and lots of ‘em.

This year we visited a pick-your-own patch, which I honestly never knew existed. It had been there for years, on the edge of town, turning out row after row of pumpkins, and we never knew it was there. When my Dad mentioned it to us we decided to check it out on our way to Modesto to have dinner with his parents.

I think the best part was teaching Isobel to say, “Pumpkin.”

The ground was uneven so Isobel fell down a lot, as evidenced by the dirt and debris on her diapered bottom, but that didn’t dampen her enthusiasm one bit. Anthony was kind enough to fetch a wheelbarrow to carry our stash in. Isobel helped pick the pumpkins but really she liked one as much as the other. Until we got to the miniature pumpkins. She loved the mini pumpkins. We let her pick several and she tried to carry all them in her arms at the same time.

We like to take pumpkin patch portraits every year because we are cheesy like that. Isobel thought it was *hilarious* that I made weird faces at her. Dada was not quite as entertaining, but I think most of that was my fault. I’m willing to let go of all sense of dignity to make her laugh. After awhile, the portrait taking resulted in fusspants time.

Anthony paid and started loading them in the car while Isobel ran around exploring the more exotic pumpkins. Including one named “Peanut” which made me all nostalgic because that was her in-utero nickname. See? Sob. My little peanut.

I also taught her how to stick her tongue out and she practiced it over and over. She’s a champ now.

Our pumpkins look so cheerful and happy on our porch. Whenever we leave the house Isobel always tries to take one or two with her.

I hope some of these babies last as long as the ones I had last year.


Life List: Isobel’s First Pumpkin

14 Oct

I’m so excited fall is just around the corner. People in the Valley tend to get very excited and impatient for fall because even though it’s mid-September our temperatures still soar into the 90s and sometimes reach 100 degrees F. That’s not uncommon. That’s how we roll. By October it’s been like our fifth month of summer and winter doesn’t begin in earnest until about Christmas.

Autumn excites me for lots reasons; not only does it signal the hope of cooler temperatures but my birthday is in October.  Each year I relish my chance to become more and more the self-satisfied crotchety old woman that I already am on the inside.

Last year I spent my 30th birthday crossing something off my life list and I realized that’s what I need to spend every birthday. What better gift could you give yourself? What better way to celebrate your life? I had a party to celebrate the milestone and it was a lot of fun, but my life list item was actually taking Isobel to pick out her first pumpkin from the pumpkin patch.

I had the day off work due to furloughs and we drove out of town and into a giant local fruit stand in the country. She was so little then she tended to fall asleep during car rides and that short drive was enough to put her out. We woke her up and she was amazed at what she saw. Isobel fell asleep on the way there Strange fruit! Tons of children! A lake full of fish! She looked around eagerly the whole time we were there. I don’t think she made a peep the entire time. She was too busy taking everything in.

Anthony and I were in agreement that even though she was small we needed to pick out an enormous pumpkin for her. It was bigger than she was and certainly much heavier.

Anthony handled the carving while I washed and roasted the seeds. Isobel sat in her highchair watching us work.

We decided to make her pumpkin look just like her by giving it large, smiling eyes and teeth of the same number and position as Isobel. It’s so hard to remember what my baby looked like with only two teeth! She has a whole mouthful now.

My birthday is on Saturday. If I’m lucky this year I’ll be able to cross something else off the life list.

The Little Big Shop: Autumn Collection

13 Oct

Even though the weather only occasionally agrees with me, fall is indeed here and I am excited to announce the first collection from the Little Big shop on Etsy: The Autumn Collection. I’ve been selling vintage items online through my show for awhile but what I have been looking forward to is featuring collections based on a specific theme. Fall is one of my favorite times of year and this collection features my love autumnal brass, rich leather, and owls.

Three brass leaves have an earthy patina and come ready to hang on the wall.

This brass lotus plate would make a stunning centerpiece on your Thanksgiving table. It has a natural patina from age but could be easily polished to a golden shine.

This adjustable brass necklace is the perfect accessory for going out or just going to the store, and would make a great addition to a Cleopatra or Egyptian-themed Halloween costume. A little polish and it would also shine brightly.

I love this avocado green set of Japanese ceramic mugs. They are perfect for cider or hot chocolate.

The design is really lovely and they are in great shape.

Perfect for a fall picnic.This supple steer-hide camera case is also a perfect purse. I use a vintage camera case for my purse except it has a zipper. I took this case for a test drive and the snap closure on this case was much more convenient than the zip-top of my case. The leather is thick and lovely.

This adorable owl statue is actually an unopened Avon perfume bottle. I have the box it came in and it’s lovely, too.

It would look great on a desk or bookshelf.

This brass leaf plate is thick and solid and heavy. It would be great as a dish to serve nuts or candy or to hold your necklaces and bracelet.

I love the way it looks with the lotus plate.

The details on it are lovely.

This jewelry box was made in Japan but it looks like it comes straight from a fairytale.

Instead of a lid that lifts up it has two drawers that slide out. It would make a charming gift for someone expecting a girl.

These plaid glasses are already up in the shop, but I had to include them in the fall set.

I haven’t seen suncatchers like this in awhile.

Two perfect owl trivets or wall decor.

Owl napkin holder could also hold letters, cards, or papers on a desk.

This handpainted owl plaque is so cute.

My friend Stefanie gave me this vintage suede and faux-fur rust colored coat for the shop. It’s completely gorgeous and perfect for fall.

It’s a little large for me so I’ll need to get sizing information. But it’s really stunning.

It’s lined with a silky burnt-orange material.

Finally I found this vintage owl wall hanging and candle sconce. I believe they were originally gold or another color and their previous owner painted them a shiny, lacquered black. Perfect for Halloween.

The candle sconce is a nice large size and would look good as a seasonal decoration or out all year round.

I have a whole closet of thrifted items awaiting their turn in the shop. Stop by the shop to check it out. Thanks for looking!