Archive for April, 2011

Friday, April 29, 2011

love and weddings

With royal buzz this week at a fever high and all eyes on London today, this BBC radio interview with Morrissey was a nice distraction since I’ve always been a huge fan. He talks about his latest “Best of…” album, a collection of singles, B sides and album tracks, the Royal Family, his autobiography and Johnny Marr’s edict to PM David Cameron. Check it.

And with so much nauseating talk and coverage of the wedding, blah, blah, blah… here’s one of my favorites, it’s all love!

My friend, Mami came by yesterday and I took these shots of her outfit. Looking at the pictures today, it’s like her own take on Kate Middleton’s royal blue engagement announcement dress, doing it up of course in one of our favorite British designers, Stella McCartney. The dress is so easy to wear and forgiving, it served Mami well when she was single, now well into married life and even pre and post pregnancy it still works for her. With or without leggings?

1. rise and shine, early morning announcement  2. royal wave  3. engaged, yeah!

4. Stella blue  5. with Em

(Stella McCartney silk dress, Uniqlo leggings, Marni suede platform heels and Dior Fine Jewelry necklace).

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

dig for fire

One of my all time favorite bands, the Pixies are playing tonight in my hometown, Winnipeg. I’d be there if I still lived there.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


I’ve been told many mornings Arcade Fire‘s singing to me, “Sleeping in is giving in, no matter what the time is, so lift those heavy eyelids.” It works, woken up via guilt with a sweet song.

And Men Without Hats just recently played at SXSW this year, we’re paying tribute to Quebec this morning. F***** Oui!

Safety dance from NOW Magazine on Vimeo.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


It’s like I live in Paris vicariously through David Lebovitz. Reading his bread machine post and I’m having 2 slices of toast this morning, with homemade ricotta and one slice with peanut butter. Yeah, it sucks that I don’t have the luxury of an amazing bakery down the street, Trader Joe’s Pain Pascal organic demi miche will do though. It’s the best rustic commercial half loaf out there and only 3 ingredients: organic whole wheat, filtered water and sea salt.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


It’s been months since we’ve smelled skunk in our yard, yesterday though beastie returned, cruising through the yard en route to who knows where. It was every night awhile back, so annoying to leave our windows open only to be woken up by skunk spray. My first reaction would be to close the windows but by the time we smelled the skunk, its smell had already infiltrated our tiny 500sq foot studio. No escape, trapped by skunk stank, outside, inside and I’d be half asleep fumbling around in the dark looking for scented candles to mask the smell, lighting what normally is the prettiest rose smelling candle only to have it swamped with gross notes of skunk. No immediate solutions but to bury my head in a pillow.

The skunk issue, something of the past? More like wishful thinking. Months ago my neighbor a.k.a. “the skunk whisperer” let us borrow his trap and I used peanut butter, apples and persimmons as bait, who knew skunks were vegetarians? We covered the trap in a garbage bag and caught 3 skunks and 2 possums, all of them successfully relocated to a canyon far away. Fast becoming a pro at this and soon my guesses on the captives were dead on. Skunks clearly make it known they’ve been trapped by always giving the garbage bag a good shredding, good thing ’cause by morning it seems they’re too tired to get mad and luckily there’s been no spraying during the relocation effort.

Surprisingly holidays seem to mark a trapping too, how kind of them, there’s nothing like the gift of a skunk on thanksgiving and christmas day. Fast forward 4 months and skunk #4 has made it known it hasn’t forgotten nor forgiven us for its 3 missing members, and no rock or piece of wood that we have now blocking the hole they dug under our fence will keep them away, that would be too easy of course.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

eat shit

These pics were taken in December, I remember that week well, our bamboo plants as well as the fruit trees from my neighbor’s yard had arrived  and we were scurrying to put them into the ground before the forecasted rain hit. We did and the record rainfall in SoCal hit hard that week. In mid reno and all the trenches dug for our foundation were flooded and we were waking up every other hour in the middle of the night to pump water out of them. It didn’t help too that our makeshift pathway of wooden planks to navigate our way out from the backyard studio were giving into the mud making me nearly eat shit every day. I couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous the situation was, my sleep deprived husband on the other hand was far from amused. So yeah, the wind never let up and the rain just kept on dumping and there we were every night standing under plastic tarps at 4 am with the only source of light being the front headlights of our parked car running in the driveway. The entire week was spent in wellies, my Aigle rubber boots served me well, love ’em cause they are shorter people friendly, they don’t run as high as Hunters and in the perfect shade of olive. I found mine for a steal on ebay and Jody prefers cheap rubber boots from Home Depot, he’s fancy like that.

Bamboo hedge and a mini orchard planted, rain gutters are up, it’s raining, a cup of hot tea, cookies all the way from Tokyo and Keith Richards.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Saturday morning breakfast with my man and U Roy, nothing like old school reggae on a rainy morning.
is my go to site for tried and tested recipes from amazing home cooks. The custard spoon bread I had this morning was the winning recipe for Amanda and Merrill’s best holiday breakfast contest, it was so good drizzled with maple syrup, a side of crispy bacon and a hot cappuccino.