lady cordelia

art, music and etc...

Let's talk about music, art and books.

When our oldest was tiny, I bought a piano on Craigslist.  I grew up with a piano in the house.  It's a "must" in my mind.  Now our oldest is 5 and takes lessons.  I never stuck with my lessons.  Wah.  Recently I have opened up the Chopin piano book in the evenings and I am fairly certain I am making everyone else under this roof very unhappy.  Oh well.  
The painting over the piano by the way, I love (and The Brad does not.)   I think it's brilliant and it was $10 at the local thrift.  (Painted by a Beverly Hills MD, I was told.  Wonderfully Odd. )

We have plenty of watercolors.   Good ones.  Heavy watercolor paper.  I don't skimp on this stuff. Great artists deserve no less than very decent supplies.  I don't shop retail for their clothes (I thrift, duh!) so I figure I can spend the extra money on art supplies.

This is my dad's office.  He is in the business of books.  He's hella bright.  I love books prolly cause my dad loves books.   Yeah.  My dad really loves books.  A lot.  He is in his office right now organzing his books.  I swear.  He is.  Really. 

See now, here? This is the kids book collection.   We have read most of these many times.  Most of the books are thrift store buys.  At 3 for a buck, you can't really go wrong.  And sometimes they are even vintage.  And wow.  That is very exciting for me when that happens.  I like to impress my dad and say: Hey dad: I found a vintage book for 30 cents.  And he says: Hmm!  Nice!   
I would love to just keep piling more and more apple crates of books up until they reach the ceiling.   I really would like to do that.  As long as it's not a danger.  You know.  Danger bad.  Books good. 

I'm attracted to things that have feeling.  See? So....

I found this amazing artisticly designed porch today on design sponge.
Me personally, I would throw an old book case on this porch.  A bookcase full of interesting books and also a junky piano. And an easel too.  And paints.  Then I would lounge and read and paint in the afternoon and have friends over and play music and drink wine on the porch at night. On the weekends only of course.  During the week I would just hang out with The Brad and the kids. I don't like being too social.  At all.  Seriously. You should know this about me. But this porch would make me possibly a little more social.  Just a little bit.  But probobly not. 

Anyway...I really want this porch.  Isn't it rad?

(photo from designsponge)

xoxoxo

stuff that happened over the weekend.

other places there is snow.
here, over the weekend, we begun some spring planting.

in funky little garden boxes
cucumbers and strawberries

also tomatoes in big pots
early girls and romas

dug holes
moved small trees out of pots and into the ground
with help from two little friends
we call them "1, 2 Duckie Time" they are like one unit, never more than 6 inches from eachother, so they share one name. 
(yes, you read right and I did not make a typo: 1, 2 Duckie Time.)
see what's left of that fern in the forefront of the picture?
1,2 Duckie Time like to eat ferns.

I also  made fresh pasta for dinner last night.
Wow.  What a freaking mess.
The Brad came home last night from work and I said
I made fresh pasta
and he said you made fresh pasta?
and I said yeah, I made fresh pasta
and he said really?  you made fresh pasta?
and that went on like that for a while.
and then I said, look around...see all the dough on the floor?
see the wet noodles hanging from the lampshade?
see the flour in between my toes???
DANG IT MAN, I MADE FRESH PASTA!!!

it was quite good too.

have a wonderful start to your week.
xo

 linking with amanda for weekending.

 

 

this moment

 "this moment"

the rock star pose.

have a rocking weekend and I'll see you monday.

xoxo

linking with soulemama

my mama said one day

Have I ever told you that when I met The Brad I had very little furniture in my house or food in my fridge?  I just was vacant in a bunch of ways.  Even though I had a good family and friends, I was lost. Real lost.  I cooked up a mean meal of toast and beer and dated stinky men.  (I mean "stinky" in a figurative sense.  But, maybe also literal.) Ya.  It happens.  I had no sense of style back then.  

Check out my style now.  Ya.  That's right.   Two daughters on a Craigslist couch under vintage wool blankets.  

That.  Freaking. Rocks. Hard. 

Hey, did I ever tell you I didn't know how to cook?  I didn't even know how an oven worked.  I had lost too much weight.  I didn't think I'd meet a nice man.  I thought I'd never have an opportunity to have my own children.  All alone and lonely. I listened to sad songs.  I dreamed.  My mama promised me: One day.  

Right now my house is a mess, my kids are screaming.   My desk looks like a bomb went off and organizing it will take several hours.  I think there may be a cat poo in the litter box.   I forgot to run the dishwasher. The chicken coop needs deep cleaning.  What? Is that a pair of kids undies in the toilet?  And you know laundry is my weak point, so please... oh please...let's not even go there.   Let's go here instead:

readers: enjoy all you have today.  and prolly just skip the laundry.

Happy Tuesday.

under the covers

Jeez.  I fell off the face of the internet because I got a sinus infection.  Having a social 5-year-old sure does bring a lot of colds to this house of ours.  And maybe it's because I hardly ever sit down and relax, but this one really got me.  I almost got real sick a few weeks ago and I really got sick this time. And, I had just been thinking in the days previous to getting sick...wow..I wish I would sit down and finish knitting that hat for my friend.  Yeah, the same hat I started a month ago.  But, who can sit down and knit for hours on end with two small children, mountains of laundry, a little farm and house to be tended & plenty of food that needs to be cooked and served!?

I have super big "homesteading icons" out there in the blogging world whom I respect to the millionth degree and I have decided they must have help in their home of some form.  Someone else is cleaning out the chicken coop or doing the laundry, no?  Someone else wiping a baby butt or two?  Or, maybe I'm just hopelessly horrible at multi-tasking.   It's possible.  My husband would say it's a rock solid bet that I'm horrible at multi-tasking.  (Rude.)

Anyhoo.  My Mammy came and spent the night because The Brad is out of town (and has been oh so very busy when he is not out of town.)  And, well, I was falling apart.   My mama was also sick but we drank hot lemon water together and had a very peaceful time and I had to explain to my oldest daughter why sometimes Mama needs her Mama.  And then I had time to sit in bed and finish knitting the hat and even start another knitting project.  I also read and read and read the biography of Alice Waters and Chez Panisse.  And THAT was so fun because it got me interested in cooking again.  (I am like...on for a month and then off for a month with my cooking passion.  Its terribly depressing.  I wish I loved food like Alice Waters does.) 

I even started perusing one of her cookbooks again and decided that YES I am very excited about cooking and NO I can't wait another minute to totally make a ridiculous attempt at a Goat Cheese Souffle tomorrow.  And I also got very happy about growing more food and adding to my random wild and messy veggie boxes that pop up here and there, wherever I can fit them, around the property.  Oh.  I got so bonkers about a new one I have planned that I pretty much just burned out the last little bit of energy I had saved
to write
the blog. 
Poof.

Wow.  Well.  I'm spent.  Enjoy the rest of your weekend!  As for me, I am rather enjoying lounging around reading and knitting as if I have nothing better to do.  Luckily my girls are knee deep in books and imaginary play. Perfect! They'll hardly notice I'm under the covers.

Ciao.

weekending with my pal amanda

living (he)art.

As you may or may not know: The Brad and I are self-employed.  We swing from limb to limb doing what we love.  When we met, The Brad was starting his Landscape Photography business from the ground up.  He needed a woman who would deal with the years ahead...all the struggles and learning curves.  And there were many.   (Learning Curves that is, not women. Luckily for me.)   He also, in the midst of becoming a professional photographer, established himself as a web designer.

As for me, I wanted to do what I wanted as well.  Bringing in income from my songwriting catalog has been an up and down mainstay for many years.  (Also in the last few years I created a small editing business that I run from home.)

Anyway- we all live here in this household that is big on artistic freedom & expressing ones self as well as a  commitment to those things.  Our 5-year-old is taking piano.  Everyone told me that she was too young but she was up for it (and she is doing just wonderfully.)  This morning she broke down in tears as a new lesson surfaced and a steep learning curve presented itself.  "I can't do it."  she said.  But I wouldn't let her off with that thought in her head. I suppose I was strict with her- though lovingly so.  After just a few more minutes of focusing, she could make it through the piece.

It takes inspiration and work.  The "artistic freedom" part is easy when the inspiration is there or the piano lesson for the day is easy.  But...following your heart and sticking with it.  That's not as easy.  You know what I mean?  Even when the notes are hard to figure out or you spill water all over the masterpiece painting you just finished.  It's all part of it.

Gosh, I know.  Because I still get frustrated.  Irritated. Let down.  And sometimes I have to shut Brad's studio door because something, somewhere went wrong with his workday and the wave of yelling is so tidal that it feels we will all get swept away.  But at the end of the day, The Brad and I can look at eachother square in the eye and know we are both fulfilled with what we've chosen to do.  And that means a whole lot.

Daughters: It's work to follow the heart.  Work hard.  Follow more.  Work harder.  Then reap the bounty of all the work.  And you will, a million times over.  Truly! A painter, a teacher, a piano player, a doctor, a plumber, a landscaper, a mathematician, a whatever.  It doesn't matter. Wherever your heart leads you.  Whatever it is that speaks to you.  That is what you should follow.   It will be wonderful. I promise.

happy valentines

happy cards

happy cat

happy dogs

happy birds

happy

valentines.

xo

weekending (what a weekend.)

Hey: check out what I found this weekend.

Yes, that is my a** in $160.00 jeans.   Oh Yaaaa.   Only $3.50 at what us locals call Old Folks Thrift Store. Nevermind why we call it that.  Just don't confuse it with New Thrift, Mr. Munchkins or Stinky's.  Anyhoo: check it out:  I never thought I would own 7 for All Mankind jeans.  (Nor was I really all that upset about not owning them, if you catch my dirft.  I mean, really.   Who needs to spend that much on jeans?  I'm lost on the point totally.  But, hey.  Put those pricey jeans in my face for $3.50 and I'll be super happy to brag about wearing them.)

Then yesterday I went yard-sailing with my favorite thrifting buddy (sans kids!).  She picked me up at 8 a.m. sharp.   Unfortunately, all the yard sales we hit really left a lot to be desired.  That is, until I took my chances with an Italian espresso maker (and also a milk frother. )

Oh. My. Goodness.  I will never use a regular coffee maker again.  Never.  Never.  Never.  I AM SO HIGH  ON CAFFEINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Plus it looks so rad in my kitchen.   I feel so Italian.  Even the guy at the yard sale told me it is "way Italian" of me to buy this coffee maker.   Wow.  You just never know what amazing things can happen to one girl in one weekend.  Me: an Italian coffee drinking person in $160 jeans.  Holy.  Freaking. Moley.  

And wait, that's not all.  We found a hummingbird in our living room.  (Our 5-year-old said she saw a very big bug and we should come look.) We thought she might die, she had been trying to get out the glass window for sometime.  She rested in my shirt and looked at me for a good long while.  She didn't move.  Her tiny black eyes just blinking.  (I think she knew I was wearing $160 jeans.  She just had that look in her eye.)  Then just as we were going to put her in a little open-topped box so she could rest and hopefully regain her stregnth, she suddenly flew away like lightning to the tallest tree around.  

Recap: Wearer of Expensive Jeans.  Italian Coffee Drinker.  Hummingbird Saver.  Can you improve on that? Perhaps not. Ciao.

weekending with amanda.

joy moments

Joy pockets of the week:

~ Let's get right down to businesss: 1 small cup of Coffee.  Extra Cream.  Every Morning.  Need I say more? No.  I don't.

~ Knowing I can make fun of my husband and that everyone who reads my blog knows it IS all in good fun! The Brad's and my relationship is based in good part on teasing each other (and I think that is why we hardly ever fight.)

~ Finishing this blanket for older daughters bed.  No pins, no measuring.  Just a bunch of unstraight seams, a few puckers and a whole lotta love.  

~ This drive that I usually make twice a day.  Sigh.  Not a lot of cars.  Orange orchards. Sigh. (And don't worry I took this from the passenger seat. I'm really not a reckless driver who berates her husband for not fixing wheelbarrows. I swear!)

Come on.  Look at This Moment. I got it good.  Ya'll know that.  I know that.  Done. Finito.  End o'story.  My life is one big Joy Pocket! 

joining....
this moment with soulemama
joy pockets with monica