Work Space Chaos

I think this guy goes to my gym:




My damn desk is a mess. I am trying to cobble together some more paper houses for a craft show/party and my studio is adrift in tiny scraps of paper. Bits of glue and book dust are everywhere. I can't wait to move into a bigger space but that is at least a year off. The larger the space, the larger the mess, I'm sure.

one month old lady belles

Here are some pics of the darling peckers at one month. Doesn't it look like our lovely lady Phoenix might end up being a rooster? Her comb is much bigger and far more pronounced than the other henny pennies.

The BEST granola

In order to thwart my urge to make Rice Krispy Squares, I made a batch of Mark Bittman's Granola. It is super easy to make and the house smells great. I added salted almonds this time-- it should hit that salty/sweet thing pretty hard.

It is too humid to screen print but it's a perfect day for baking or soup making. Also, a good day to work-- for pete's sake-- gotta bring home the bacon, too.

I'm still craving the RK treats...

Big Black Boots

Clearly, I am nobody's fashion maven and I am loath to even speak of style matters. I am widely regarded as Queen of the Man Blouse. But, there is one wardrobe element that has the power to change your outlook-- a pair of kick-ass black boots. They can be nose-bleed high heeled boots (think: spicy, sexy) or they can be clunky chunkers that make you feel as if you can take on the world and win. I almost have too many pair. Each has a place in my arsenal. If I find myself in an acquisitive mood, I hop onto the web and google "size 12 womens black boots" (don't be alarmed-- I'm 6'1" so I need giant feet). There is something to be said for adding a 4" heel to my bod and turning into a 6'5" tower of power (OK maybe just in my own mind). My latest pair are Frye Motorcycle-types with tough looking harness and buckle embellishments. I feel like I should be starring in an episode of "Alias" when I wear these things-- kicking down spies and stomping on bad guys.

Big Mike is rowing his heart out in Boston -- good luck, gents! Char and I miss him like crazy but are managing to have a lot of mommy/daughter fun. Lyra took us over to a used clothing store this afternoon and we found most of the elements for Char's Bellatrix costume. Bellatrix is a very naughty witch from the Harry Potter series in case you've been under a rock for the last few years. It promises to be a perfect Halloween!

xmas lists

Does your family publish xmas wish lists? Char got us started on ours (yes, I know it is a bit early) and Mike's list is hilarious. Good luck to Santa.

just humor me

Here's a look at the girls...3 weeks old and getting feathery. They fly into a tiny pterodactyl panic everytime I reach into the brooder. Cheeping and squeaking and flapping. They stretch their weird little necks up, up, up-- asserting their dinosaur connection. I put a piece of sod in with them and they stood around staring at it for about 30 minutes. Astrid was the brave lady of the flock and finally gave the clump of grass a hard peck. She pulled a blade free and minced around the brooder with her prize. Immediately, the other 5 belles got in on the action. Damn cute!