Monday, July 28, 2014

MY COLOR-MAD HEAP OF LUSCIOUS

No, I still don't know what I'm going to wear to my daughter's wedding. I think I might have the rehearsal dinner figured out though! A week or so ago I started pulling out different things I already owned, to see if I couldn't combine them in a new way to make something that would pass for "Speakeasy" style. When I was done trying things on, I looked over and saw this...


an entire chair full of bluish-greyish-greenish lusciousness, which, in a totally unplanned/unconscious instance of serendipity, is my standard reply when someone asks "What color would you call your eyes?" Only they are more insipid than luscious. Anywho, I had no freakin' idea I had so many things in the very same color family. What would you call this color anyway?  Teal?



Robin's Egg?



Prussian?



I really should get around to putting it all away, I suppose, but it just makes me so happy to see this ooly-drooly mess each time I walk into the room!
 

Friday, July 25, 2014

FREAKY FRIDAY: GARDEN ART

You all know how much I love my whirly gig and bottle trees, but did you know that my hubby too is a collector of fine garden art? No? Well, by all means, let's take a tour!

Notice the way in which the gnome's hat coordinates with the bench behind it.


And, of course, a garden just isn't a garden without one of these.


I was going to stop here, but hubby came into the room and saw what I was doing. "But you forgot my two favorites," he whined. So back outside we went.

Lucy
Jedi Gnome
His new birdbath is fairly awesome as well.


Truly a man of taste, is he not?

Is it any wonder that we get along so well?

P.S. A special shout out to all the "loving" family members who keep gifting him with these dear little gnomes. You know who you are!

Thursday, July 24, 2014

THOUGHTFUL THURSDAY: ISLAND VS. VILLAGE

Alexis And Her Buddy Chase
My best friend and I had our first babies three months apart. I remember one day, when they were a bit older, how we got to talkin' about why they had certain character traits, and not others.


Paula has worked in early childhood education her entire life, and feels like she must be the most highly-trained person around, what with all the seminars they are forever sending her to. That day she shared a little exercise with me, which she had done herself in one of those seminars. 

Mr. Austin Joins The Party
She had me take a piece of paper and list at least 10 or 12 qualities which I felt were important for my children to have. When I was done, she had me circle the first four or five I had listed. "See those traits in that circle? That is your child. I bet they describe Alexis to a tee, don't they? Why? Because those are where you spent most of your time and effort. Sure, it'd be nice to have a child that was neat and tidy, but there are only so many hours in a day, so you focused your energy on what was most important to you."


Know what was up towards the top of my list? Strength and independence. I needed to be sure that she could handle whatever life threw at her, even if we weren't there to help, which could explain why she was a Little Miss Bossy Pants.  With Austin I may have eased off on that, knowing he was my last baby, a boy, and had a big sister who always looked out for him. I also wanted my kids to have a great sense of humor and of adventure -- to be willing to step out of their comfort zone and experience new things. I wanted them to be kind and creative and lovers of books. They are, in fact, all of the above. They are most definitely not neat and tidy.


I've thought about those lists a lot over the years -- especially about what might have been on Paula's own list, since I never actually saw it. From the very few things we have differed about over the years, I'm guessing that "independence" was not at the top of her list. For instance, when we sent Alexis off to college without a car the first year, Paula thought we were a bit crazy. When I told her it was because we didn't want her coming home every weekend, she was pretty much sure of it.

Nope, that's not me doing the hugging. That's Alexis!
It got me to thinking about our parents and our own upbringings, and it had me wondering if this might not have something to do with being country people vs. city people?

My family has been in the big city for generations, where it was each man for himself. We were on our own as soon as we got out of high school. If you wanted to go to college, you put yourself through. My dad finished high school early, just so he could get a job and stop being a burden on his single mom. No one ever lent him a hand with anything, so why should we expect a helping hand? Once we left, moving back home just wasn't an option. Our jobs have made us very mobile, taking us away from friends and family time and time again, forcing us to learn how to tough it out alone. We are "island" people, and maybe that's why I felt the need for my kids to be so strong and independent.

In Paula's family, however, no one ever really leaves home. She comes from farmers and ranchers who grew up in a small, agriculturally based community -- where neighbors and family had to rely upon one another, because it was simply impossible for any one person to do it on their own. You might say they're "village" people -- as in "it takes a village." Sure, kids may go off to college, but it's usually somewhere close by, and they usually do come home on weekends, to help out. Daughters may marry, but if it doesn't work out, they tend to move back home. Paula's father did actually move to Houston to work, but they alternated going home to his people and to his wife's people every single weekend, and moved back home to the country the minute he was eligible to retire. Although we met Paula and Tim while living overseas, they too moved back closer to home at the first opportunity. They have never been farmers or ranchers themselves (they don't even grow houseplants!), but that homing instinct must have been genetically imprinted on them, and on their son. Everything Chase does is about family and tradition, and there's nothing our friends love more than to be needed and relied upon.

So, in the end, I guess we both got what we wanted. Paula and Tim still get to see their son almost daily, talk to him on the phone several times per day, and have created their own little village to help raise their grandson.

We see our kids almost daily too...on Facebook.

Hmmmmm. Perhaps I should have thought this through a bit more thoroughly.

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

MARKET SCENES: BARKITECTURE

I'm up to my eyeballs now in Junelle Jacobsen's Farmers's Market art class. Her first assignment was to go to a local market and gather inspiration in the form of photos, sketches, notes, vendor-chatting, sample-tasting or whatever. Well, that's been one of my very favorite activities ever since moving to the Hill Country, and my i-photo files have about a bazillion pics to prove it! So my first task was to scroll back through five or six years worth of photos and move the best market shots over into a special folder, for easier access. It took a while! Whilst doing so, I noticed this shot.


A few years back we attended one of the first Gypsy Picnic Food Trailer Festivals, and on our way back to our car we stumbled upon this, the Barkitecture Doghouse Auction, which was raising money for an animal shelter or something. I just loved it that this particular doghouse actually looked like a food truck!

So no, not technically a scene from a "farmer's" market, but I don't think Junelle will mind that I used it as inspiration for her puppy dog assignment.


Monday, July 21, 2014

MANLY EATING

Yes, that Bloody Mary actually has bacon in it!
I hesitate to post about where we ate this weekend, lest you think I'm trying to hasten my hubby's demise. I can only say, it was not my doing.


Hubby discovered this place called Franks, just off 6th St. in downtown Austin, when he was out exploring one day. He knew in an instant that he had to bring his buddy Toad there some day, and Saturday was the day.


We actually got there a little before 11:00, and I was shocked to see that it was already open -- and packed! Apparently they serve more than just hot dogs and cold beer. Above you see their Big Ass Pancake. Seriously. That's what it says on their menu.


By the time we were all there, and ready to order, they had switched from breakfast to lunch menus. Mr. Toad ordered some kind of artisan sausage, while hubby got this hot dog topped with, yes, that's right, mac and cheese! He said I should be proud of him for going the healthy route, since several of their other dogs get wrapped in bacon then deep fried. (head slap) They shared this order of waffle fries with cheese curds and brown gravy. Made me queasy just to look at them. The boys deemed them "Not bad!", but weren't able to eat more than a few before giving up.


Paula and I split a Southern Guy hot dog with Dr. Doppelganger (Dublin Dr. Pepper) barbecue sauce and some caramelized onions on it, and an order of their Mexican corn, which was yummalicious!



Their dessert options included chocolate covered bacon. We went back and forth over whether to try it or not, and finally decided to order one strip, split four ways. Unanimous opinion seemed to be "interesting, but probably wouldn't order it again." I'd have to say the best part of the whole experience would have to be...


the company!


And then we went to Salt Lick for dinner.
 

Sunday, July 20, 2014

ARE WE HAVING FUN YET?

Why yes, we are!


A little photo booth fun with our besties, Paula and Tim, at Frank's in Austin. More about Frank's to come.