Hi all! Happy Friday. Hope you've been well. We've just returned from some R&R in the Adirondacks. Not the mountains, but the chairs -- although we did spend a nice bit of our time on the Vermont side of Lake Champlain soaking up the sun and enjoying views of the Adirondacks.
Hope you have a lovely pre-Fourth-of-July weekend. Anything bright and colorful planned?
Happy Monday, everyone! Did you have a good weekend? We spend a lot of time in the kitchen, cooking for friends and family.
Have you ever met the Canal House ladies? A few months ago, I noticed that several stacks of brightly colored, slightly slim volumes had popped up at my friend Pam's Red Ticking. Of course, Pam has impeccable taste. What she loves, I love--especially when it comes to food.
So I was tickled to open a birthday gift from her and see the sunny yellow cover of Canal House Volume Four waiting for me. And tickled even more to turn to the first chapter and find it titled "It's Always 5 O'Clock Somewhere."
Ah, I thought, leave it to Pam to introduce me to new friends and kindred spirits in the kitchen!
My new cooking buddies are Christopher Hirsheimer and Melissa Hamilton. Between them they have 30 years in the food industry, from Saveur to Martha Stewart Living to Cook's Illustrated. But when they decided to produce their own book, they went it alone and self published, with no major imprint behind them, no marketing and no distribution besides independent stores and the internet.
Canal House Cooking prints three seasonal volumes each year. Pam knows I love farm stand cooking in the summer and Volume 4 is filled with perfect preps for the big juicy tomatoes, ripe berries and fresh herbs I'll be bringing home in the months ahead. And the photos look good enough to eat, too.
They say that Canal House Cooking is "home cooking by home cooks for home cooks." The ingredients are fresh, the recipes simple. The perfect meals to serve to people who you love to cook for, but love to talk to even more-- you can actually have conversations while you're making dinner.
Hi all! How's your week been? I've missed chatting - I've been experiencing a few technical difficulties, hopefully now successfully resolved by my in-house IT team (Mr. H).
Any fun plans for the weekend? I'm heading to the kitchen to whip up a batch of sugar cookies for my Dad:
He's a tough guy to buy for -- "I don't need anything" -- with quite the sweet tooth. So homemade cookies should be a hit.
Speaking of homemade, a friend commissioned me to paint her husband a Father's Day gift. We all share a love of Sun Valley, so I imagined their girls playing with the family dog while Mt. Baldy looked on...
Hopefully it will make him smile!
What plans do you have to celebrate the dads in your life this weekend?
I'm looking forward to getting my paws on The Little Black Jacket (or maybe two or three because it would make the perfect gift for a few girls I know).
This collaboration between Karl Lagerfeld and Carine Roitfeld artfully demonstrates the LBJ's endless versatility. Featuring over 100 black
and white photos of the iconic jacket styled to multitude of looks and
personalities, the book will be available August 15.
Those of you in New York can see the exhibit at 18 Wooster St. through June 15.
Don't you think that everyone needs a little black jacket in their closet? And it doesn't have to be Chanel. As long as it's the perfect fit for you and for your personality, whether it be tweed or leather, it's tops for giving pretty much anything - from a ball skirt to blue jeans - that little bit of polish.
Happy Monday, all! Hope the sun is shining where you are. The horrid weather that hit us last week was great for staying inside and working my way through the pile of painting projects that had stacked up on my desk -- but the record-setting rainfall was murder on our poor roses.
I watched as the poor things drooped and sighed, like fairy princes in their finery, shut out of the castle by an evil queen on a dark, stormy night.
Their delicate complexions spoiled like a couture ball gown carelessly left out in the rain.
But as I watched them through the breakfast nook window, shivering through the the showers, hoping for a brighter day...
They may have looked disheveled, soggy and a bit spoiled...
But they still inspired.
I hoped for sunny days ahead for all our sakes...
And they helped me express my heart-felt appreciation through some hand-painted and long overdue thank you notes.
This week, it looks like the rain drops have stopped for at a few days at least. I know I am thankful... and I suspect the roses are, too.
After a 20-year career in PR and marketing, I've traded PowerPoints for paintbrushes, sky-high heels for ballet flats (OK, I still clomp around the studio in Manolos sometimes). Because to be truly alive, you need dreams that you're still chasing, not just dreams that have already come true. And since I was old enough to hold a crayon, I've dreamed of an art-filled life. So in this blog, I explore my dream of growing up to be a professional artist, plus the other aspirations, daydreams and musing that keep life interesting--and your wildest dreams, too.