Wednesday, September 26, 2018


Well, it's been a crazy fun extended weekend, with a visiting sister and niece, and a double birthday celebration with the kids. But, par for the course, when having a little too much fun, I forget all about taking any photos! So, instead, I will leave you with this.

Once again I find myself asking, how will I ever be able to give up the constant source of entertainment which this bedroom window and our balcony porch provide me with, and go back to living in town, looking out on the house next door or a parking lot?

Friday, September 21, 2018


Welcome to the next episode in our year of reading dangerously, The Private World of Tasha Tudor, by Tasha Tudor and Richard Brown.

Wednesday, September 19, 2018


The Last Time It Was Ever This Clean
Well, it seems our little Goober Bear is easing up on his musical instruments and train obsessions, to make room for his new obsession with cars and trucks. It started with Mimi's Little Blue Car, which he insists on riding in every time he sees us, then spread to trucks -- especially dump trucks and "bull-doz-ers."

Our BFF's made the 2 1/2 hour drive down here and then back again on Sunday, despite having a sick doggie back home, just so they could deliver yet another load of their own grandson's outgrown toys to our Little Goobs. Is it any wonder why we love them so?

I just wish you could have seen the look on his face when he first spotted this little blue truck on our front porch...

then reached out to touch it softly, whispering "Oh Wow."

It may take him a while to get used to driving with his feet, à la Flinstones!
When Paula informed me that there was a really cute children's series of books about a Little Blue Truck, by Alice Schertle and Jill McElmurry, and that they were based on the seasons, well, what was a Mimi to do? Three of them should be arriving in our mailbox tomorrow!

The portable race track was a pretty big hit as well!

I wonder what he will be obsessed with next?

Tuesday, September 18, 2018


For someone who doesn't really drink, I seem to be spending an awful lot of time at Los Olivos wine bar here in Wimberley. This time, however, it was because we heard they were teaming up with their new-ish back door neighbors, Rancho Queso Cheese Shop, to do a Taste of Texas wine and cheese paring. A match made in heaven, no? I do love me some good cheese!

Favorite bite of the evening? That little mound of Pure Luck chevre in the lower right corner, which had been drizzled with a bit of sea salt & lime honey. Tasted like Key Lime pie! I bet son Austin and his wife Areej, the only coffee drinkers in the family, would love those triangles with the black specks on them -- Pachi Pachi Farm's Cafetero cheese. I liked it, and I almost never like anything with even a hint of coffee flavor in it!

The Rancho Queso Husband and Wife Team
 Part of the Father-Daughter Team, Right, Who Bought and Rebranded the Former Tastebuds Location, Transforming It Into Los Olivos Wine Bar, and Its Wine Manager, On Her Left

 Can't wait for the next one!

Friday, September 14, 2018


Next up in our year of reading dangerously? Simple Abundance, by Sarah Ban Breathnach. Enjoy!

Thursday, September 13, 2018


Well, I finally finished my second "folk art fusion" project using techniques learned in a book by the same name. This time, however, I started with one of my own sketches, instead of one from the book.

I was so tickled with how it turned out, I was ready to jump right in and start another one. But then I remembered my "no sew" travel journal from our Marfa/Marathon trip, and decided I really ought to get back to that, before the memories fade.

The thought of fading memories reminded me of my baby Calvin journal, started  in 2/17, and still with only one spread in it!

At this rate, the kid will be headed off to college before I ever complete it!

But, then I remembered that I still haven't even started the cigar box journal I had in mind for our Cuba trip. I went over to my art shelves to grab the cigar box. Only, it wasn't there. Then I checked in the closet, and the cedar chest, and every other place I could think of. Still no cigar box. Finally I decided that my only course of action was to totally rework all of my shelves, drawers and closets. Which will probably take all week, if not longer.

So, now you know why, out of all the art journals on my shelf, the only one that ever got completed was my circle journal -- the one where I did the first few spreads in it, then I passed it around a circle of friends, all around the country. When it finally made its way back to me, it was full of wonderful art! Just not mine. Some of mine is now in each of their journals. I really miss it.

Wednesday, September 12, 2018


It may remain in the sun-scorched 90s throughout most of September, here where we live, but we in the south still do what we can to eke out some semblance of autumn.

Fortunately, we were blessed with a few inches of rain this week, which led to several marvelously misty mornings in a row.

Now if I crank up the AC a wee bit, then brew myself a cup of that fragrant cinnamon tea, I think I just might have autumn in the bag!