Gold Digging

Spent the weekend in Gold Country relaxing by the pool and sleeping in a yurt  in Colfax.  We took the long way home stopping for lunch in the quaintest of all gold mining towns I have experienced, Nevada City. The door above is the Nevada Theater in downtown.  


Stranded: A spring storm story

So not stranded per se, I am hardly the Donner party or the rugby team from Uruguay that crashed in the Andes Mountains or even Aron Ralston more like a victim of a surprise spring blizzard.  But nonetheless, I flew into Denver Tuesday night for a quick 22 hour work trip but by the time I get home it will have transformed into 56 hours.  That evening the weather was just as I would expect a Denver March evening.  I stayed downtown and had a delicious meal and a few drinks at the Nickel .  I returned back to my hotel room after 11:30, all was well no reason to suspect what was in store for Denver in the morning.  IMG_9819

Voila, the snow appeared in the morning,  I took a car to the clients location and it took an extra long time but considering how awful the freeway condition was that was a-okay.  It didn’t take long to realize that this storm had caught everyone by surprise by the atrocious road conditions.  In the background the pop station dj warned us not to drive as it was a whiteout.  Too late, duty called.  This lasted all day, fortunately, I landed in a pretty swish hotel just down the street from the clients where I worked, ate lunch and as I was about to head to the airport when I got the news my and all flights were cancelled.

So I booked for the earliest flight I could for today but the total chaos secured me only a 2:20 flight, hopeful I could get on an earlier flight I headed to the airport early however all flights were truly maxed.  Of course, it is now 7:30 pm because my 2:20 was cancelled and now I can’t get out till 10:15.  So here  I sit in the United Club working, blogging, drinking house red, and eating my 3rd plate of garlic hummus and bad pita.  The bright side is the snow in this beautiful landscape is hard to beat.  Other bright sides include not needing to resort to cannibalism or amputating my own arm.

Keep your fingers crossed that the 10:15 pm flight stays on schedule.



Hall Pass

We did it!  We dropped some progress on this weekend.  Feeling all puffed up and proud.  The hallway is decidedly more masculine than many of the other art walls in our abode ( I blame J as he said I could do whatever I want).  One of my favorite things about J is his passion for, amongst other things, collected art, motorcyles, and vintage airplanes.

The idea was always to integrate these 2 subjects into a cohesive collection.  To achieve the organized gallery we bought the same frames size, style and color despite the art being different sizes.  The motorcycles we added simple pre-cut mattes and actually cut the TWA prints to fit the 12×16 glass.  The grid, spacing, similar color pallete, and matted affect is what makes this gallery wall feel pulled together, organized and cohesive.  Although I tend to be drawn to less formal gallery layouts with mix of frame colors and sizes (as with our living room, shown above) I realize there is too much of a good thing.  Thankful J has inherited some larger art. They  work   well alone on a larger wall but I really like this large piece at the end of the hall. That hall, the artery of our home , is the perfect place for a piece of art that makes an impact.

Once I chose the right wall.  The first thought was to put it on a less wide wall in the dining room laid out in 2 columns and 5 rows making a vertical statement however upon further thought the hall wall seemed the perfect spot.  I sketched, then laid out on the floor to make my final decision.  At that time J made a paper template, make marks on the wall and starting hammering about 20 minutes later it was complete.  The front end work is key [read:frustrating].  Measure twice cut once!   

Girl in The City

I have a major case of Spring fever.  The major star is the sun today its presence is making everything it touches more vibrant and warm, the temps made it to the mid-70’s! It’s these days that make me feel happy to be alive and living in such a beautiful city.  It began this morning when I stepped out the door it was warm and my neighbors flowers ushered me into my day.  This afternoon, I decided to take a break and while I was only away from my desk for a half hour, it was glorious.  The trees are in bloom and while wandering around eating my soft serve I discovered a new outdoor beer garden, Fort Point Beer Co.  San Francisco was a great date today and it is safe today I am crushing hard.   Happy St. Patrick’s day all I am off to spend happy hour at the Fort Point beer garden.  IMG_9654IMG_9655IMG_9657IMG_9662IMG_9665

Sunday Summary

Not a very eventful weekend, the rain pretty much dampened our motivation to do much except watch movies, binge watch The Man in the High Castle, eat and, my least favorite weekend activity, work.

That said, The Big Short was simply great, the subject was wonderfully balanced with the right amount of levity and seriousness.  I am not ashamed to admit that  I got pretty emotional being transported back to that time when I was young residential interior designer living on her own in Southern California.  Those couple of years were very tenuous, but I digress. We have been meaning to begin watching The Man in the High Castle for months, I am so glad we waited because at least we still have some episodes left now rather than being done and waiting for more.    Have you watched it?  What did/do you think?

I hope you all have a great week ahead!  Stay dry!rainy day


Thank Goodness it’s Florals.   It is lovely to stare out the window at the gloomy rain and have this bunch of flowers in the corner of my view.  Hope everyone enjoys their weekend!

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Morning musings

🎶🎶 It’s raining; it’s pouring.The old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head, And he wouldn’t get up in the morning 🎶🎶

It is. A lot. Except for the part with the old man snoring, bumping his head and then not getting up. This post is really about all the rain SF is getting and not about injuring old men. And maybe a smidge about me not wanting to get up in the morning. To all the old men who may have bumped their heads last night I pray you are not concussed. Lastly, thank you El Niño.

Thirsty Thursday 

Last night I went with the work family to an industry shindig at the always fabulous Phoenix Hotel.  It was a beautiful night for a poolside party and we came thirsty. Delicious drinks and a great array of heavy savory appetizers made way for the candy table filled with goodies from my childhood.  So I grabbed a drink and hefty stash of ring pops, pixie sticks, candy cigarette and pop rocks and wander outside only to find a human sized Jenga and a giant bowl of glow sticks.  My thirsty Thursday went throwback Thursday at that.  Super fun night.