The sun was streaming through the shutters so beautifully, creating lines all over the dining room table and illuminating the creamy slightly washed out yellow tulips, almost to the point where they looked like they were being lit from within. Flowers can often have a spiritual quality. These certainly did. They also had a bit of a peony vibe to them. I just had to stop and gaze every chance I could. They are our Flower Friday bloom for all of you to enjoy too.
Boxes arrive each day from super friendly delivery folks by way of FedEx & UPS, Bailey barking like crazy the moment they scan the boxes and the little ‘beep’ sounds. Pavlovian response, to say the least. Then it is a bit like the movie ‘Groundhog Day’ as it all happens the next day. These shipments are filled with the glorious goods I have been ordering at the shows. New glassware, tasty nibbles, hot off the press books, an original piece of artwork to make your home sing–are just a few of the goods received. Here are a some things that caught my eye as I walked around the shop yesterday.
We are in the process of having the plumbing re-done for our 1929 building in Seattle, The Gainsborough. We have called this home for close to 30 years, buying the apartment shortly after we met. We moved away for part of that time, but held onto it, always knowing we would come back. It holds a very special place in our hearts. I snapped these photos early this morning, after we spent the eve putting things back as they were, once the paint had dried. A good portion of the above wall needed to be ripped out/open (not sure of the construction lingo proper term) to get to the plumbing in the kitchen. The same had to be done in a large walk-in closet (which holds more ‘stuff’ than one can imagine) to get to the bathroom plumbing. It was comical how discombobulated things were in the space for the last 6 weeks. The ‘put back together’ was a good time to clean & polish/get rid of/donate many things. It got me thinking of home and what that all means to me/us/others. How important the spaces we call home are to our well-being. How they envelope us and make us feel safe and cared for. Home is incredibly personal. Whether it be a room or many, many rooms–they give back to us in a myriad of ways. Sometimes more than we know…
We were excited to head to the island yesterday for a little WestWard time. No guests this week-end, so a simple chèvre stuffed chicken breast, baked potato and a little Romanesco was on the menu. It has become a favorite veg–one for the taste but I also think they look cool, slightly other-worldly. And they are green! The grocery store had quite small versions, so I bought 2. Slathered them with extra virgin olive oil, salt & pepper and roasted them whole in the oven while the chicken and potatoes cooked away. I put them on a sheet pan and began to roast them whole in a 400 degree oven. Towards the end of the cooking process they were not looking as cooked/golden as I wanted, so I split them in half, putting the core side down on the baking sheet, where I let them cook away for another 15 minutes. Just the right amount of time to give them that golden hue I was going for.
We arrived to Seattle late, late Monday eve, the memory of all that glorious snow staying with us this week. Thought I would share some of those captures as well as quiet moments when I snapped away in the house as the snow fell outside.
For a relaxing or for a romantic eve, try lighting a variety of candles. Votives, tapers, tealights, as well as a scented candle in a container. Either have all the lamps off or on the lowest setting. You will instantly find your heart rate dropping a few beats as the mood you have set is incredibly inviting as well as relaxing. Turn on jazz or classical music. Enjoy a meal or just enjoy the beauty you have created.