weekend happy
farewell my endless, carefree as a whisper, summer. i will miss you much.
i will miss the smell of your backyard barbecue. the silent, but potent neighborhood bell which beckoned the sunburnt, beach-cruiser riding puppies home each day from the sand.
how sad i'll be to bid adieu to my summer scents. one for day, a breezy, light, swing in a seaside hammock kind of fragrance; sweet and soft, not too strong, yuzu mixed with the pacific ocean. the other for night, a strong, night-blooming jasmine blended with a stronger honeysuckle, make this a true southern california scent; melissa flagg's oils conjure memories of late night, top-down drives, through the hot santa ana's.... trisha yearwood on the radio, young boys on the brain.
goodbye mr. panama hat. it's back to wooly bowler standby's for fall.
come tuesday that orange blossom love which has floated throughout the house for the last 3 months will morph into a spicier, less petal-like waft. i know i'll long for my dark, warm mornings where the gentle aroma of white flowers waltzing against a cobalt, blue sea guide me into my day.
so long to summer's fresh, off the vine tomatoes and california avocados. i'm wet duck lucky to have such delicious local candy at my fingertips.
an afternoon nap, just my beast and i, under the serenading whirl of ceiling fan. we keep cool, talk girl, and steal away from the silly outside summer antics. this ritual i may have to keep year-long.
so m'loves, did you have a nice summer too? what will you miss?
a weekend happy to you.
see you on the other side of sunday!
weather-a-stir
while our kin on the east are bracing for that nasty girl, irene, temperatures here in the west, are smoldering chaud.
the heat feels thick and heavy; like an invisible, clear fog has seeped in to bake us. skirts are short and skin is bare. hair is worn high to avoid sweaty necks and shoulders, stiff from an all night losing game of finding the cool in a un-air conditioned california king. last night a cold, wet washcloth provided a most heavenly pillow for me ...for the beast too.
yesterday my movements, my speech, my thoughts-they all carried a slight, sleepy slur. this heat wave washes in a gauzy net of slow-motion, almost tipsy-like air, of which i find myself breathing and walking around in.
this weekend i'm going to saturate in the sticky hot of the last of summer. i plan to roll my warm, languid friday, saturday and sunday nights out, like a kaleidoscopic rainbow of faces and places of the people i love most; a pot of gold at every port.
linger, linger, linger.
that will be my word of my weekend.
finding my slower back beat, i'll relish in summer's final, simple pleasures that too often go amiss in my interval driven world: the sound and sight of my backyard bees liquoring up on bushels of lavender, jasmine oil baths so heady with summer scent i'm perfume free all day, breakfast coffee in the yard: early enough so the moon's still out, but warm enough to be robe free. i will set my alarm a bit earlier so i can hang longer with the my garden friends.
losing my psycho, good girl, quick-to-wipe-away-the-first-sign-of-mess, disordered self, perhaps i'll let a dribble of our soon-to-be gone, gummi-bear sweet, local nectarine juice remain on my chin for a self-deprecating chuckle or two, before i whisk it away with a napkin. or maybe i'll finally eat those strawberries right off their stems, right out of the basket, after buying them from stand #14, like i've been wanting to all season.
how will you be soaking up these last bits of summer m'loves?
sending all my good vibes the east coast. miss irene sounds like quite the diva; which is ironic because we irene's {my middle name} mean peace.
oh, yeah....speaking of divas....priscilla would like to say "goodbye."
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weekend happy
this weekend i'm making an effort to change where and how i look at my world. i will try to un-fix my stubborn lenses so that i don't miss out on all the beauty to be had, even when just walking to the mailbox. i tend to cartwheel and spark over the shiny and grand, rather than the dim and wee. i have a feeling there are micro moments of lovely passing by, right under my nose, capable of inducing the deepest of belly laughs, the widest of smiles and the kind of tears which reaffirm my capacity to love fierce and unyielding. there's a magical dance party of experience and emotion going on, and i am outside, circling the block in my car.
this weekend i'm going to shimmy.
see you on the other side of sunday m'loves.
weekend happy and a message from the beast
priscilla was feeling a bit neglected from goodniteirene of late, and has a few things she'd like to say:
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there.
her voice has been heard.
satisfied, for now, she has retreated into her pocket of priestess where she plans her next business of monkey.
victories: priscilla= 367, mommy= 0.
signing off for the weekend m'loves.
the beast and i plan to shower hunkiest with kisses and .......errands.
what's in your filofax of fun?
see you on the other side of sunday.
love,
katie and priscilla
une nuit a paris.
sunday night, hunkiest and i stole away to paris for woody allen's latest.
luckily our favorite theatre happened to be showing said flick. a newport beach institution since 1938 when it premiered neighbor bette davis' 'jezebel', the lido regency is a walk back in time "when women smoked and chatted in the ladies room, while arranging their makeup." every single inch of the building, down to each tile, has been restored to its original 1930's look. typically the lido tries to show more independent, less blockbuster type films. a win, win.
seaside duds.
those before.
sugar sugar. red vines pour moi, peanut m & m's pour lui.
making out is better on the balcony.
and lemonade always tastes better pink.
movie was sweet. without mademoiselle paris as a co-star it would have fallen trés short.
monday happy to you m'loves.
happy weekend
kick those heels high m'loves.
let off some steam, love on each other, hug longer, relax those shoulders.
enjoy the view.
love,
katie
weekend happy
this morning i spooned the entire can of my beast's breakfast into my coffee cup.
i can see how that can happen: she eats from a 2 quart, day-glo-pink, plastic bowl. i drink from a tiny, beige, retro looking cup that reads "breathe in, breathe out."
someone needs a vacation.
weekend happy m'loves.
weekend happy
see ya on the other side of sunday m'loves.
until then, the beast and i will be soaking in miss july's sunny delights.
scenes from a weekend
this weekend, summer officially started her sun-sprouting engine in california.
shoes came off, knees were bared, frolic ensued.
here's a glimpse of how it went down here.
friday date nights call for silk scarves and red lips.
hunkiest and i tried out the newest, local oyster bar.
red for him, sparkly with a fancy garnish for me.
unfortunately neither of us losers eat oysters, luckily we had other options.
fish and chips for him {he at his fish...i ate his "chips"} and copper river salmon for me!! the last of the season!
if you've never had copper river salmon, please try it next year. it's only available {fresh} four weeks a year. and YES, it is that good.
post seafood sweet.
i limit myself to toppings. and only the crap kind.
saturday we strolled the coast-lined streets of our azure-skied town.
sunday morning coffees and pastries with the beast.
sunday, bloody mary, sunday night.
we beckoned the naughty vamps to come out and play.
a fine finale to a grand weekend.
so far, summer's holding the promise of sun, sultry and romp.
ching ching!
monday happy to you m'loves.
*all photos: goodniteirene.wordpress.com
weekend happy
what a week m'loves?!
this morning i've officially cried "uncle buck".
i'm strapping on my skates, and grooving back into simpler times this weekend.
wanna join?
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we can chrissy snow and jack tripper ourselves down to the regal beagle where hijinks and clowning are king, rifts and wires-crossed pack the punch of a pillow case and family feuds last the length of a blink.
well, that's where hunkiest and i will be.
{to be honest, that's where we like to live}
see you on the other side of sunday.
weekend happy
what's in your pocket for the weekend m'loves?
between fancy naps and bingeing on berries, i'll be working on my funding for marc jacobs' most recent resort collection for louis vuitton.
have you seen it?
mindblowing.
i jest not. the contents of my brain have literally been blown to bits from frocks o'fabulous.
hunkiest still needs more convincing on the necessity of a leather track suit, but i will get him there. smooches help.
see ya on the other side of sunday dolls.
weekend happy
enough said.
happy mother's day mom.
weekend happy to all the momma's all over the world.
thank you all for the lovely birthday wishes, you sure do know how to make a girl feel splendid.
big kiss!
weekend happy
even my toes can't contain my giddy.
santa fe was santa-fabulous!
despite my baggage hiccup, my weekend was without flaws.
there t'was ne'er a prettier bride, nor a more dapper groom.
14 of us jubilated atop a of hill of hydrangea, as the sun set, and the couple kissed into merry matrimony.
monday happy to you!
delta airlines can suck it
i watched from the oversold, airplane window as your tarmac jokers decided to indiscriminately not load my bag {and several others} onto the plane.
then your counter agent, with the sensitivity of an elbow to the jaw, insinuated somehow i brought this upon my self.
"such is the gamble you take {losing your bags} when you travel".
{my head is still cocked to the side, eyes narrowed, attempting to unravel this enigma? sage advice? condescending bullshit?}
wedding to attend....no clothes.
rad.
weekend happy to all except those at delta airlines {hope you eat bad oysters and drink rancid milk}.
weekend happy
hello i love you won't you tell me your name?
what's in your pocket for the weekend lollipops?
tonight, i plan on losing my voice with mumford and son's.
tomorrow, more shouting {microphone assisted} with my gangsta's looking to sweat and crush the constant inner babble of our brains.
tomorrow night i plan on losing my mind in hunkiest's sweet talk and sugar kisses. hopefully with a grilled cheese sandwich thrown in the mix somewhere.
more holla' and calorie crush on sunday morning to help stave off planned damage from deep fisted, easter candy basket binge later.
i'm a sucker for pretty.
marshmallow, nougat, white chocolate, marzipan....flavors which normally produce an upturned my nose; belle them up in lavender, aqua, celadon, azure, a dusty pink?!?! and i'm a sticky-fingered walking mallomar.
so share with me..i adore your comments.
are there champagne brunches in your future? peeps? eggs to be dyed? or are you more: easter's here?
weekend happy to you m'loves!
weekend happy
wishing you a weekend filled with spring's finest pomp.
eggs sunnyside.
a back country road.
the breath of a puppy.
a bath of sweat pea-scented bubble.
and sandy toes.
capping the night off with laughs in the belly, impromptu jitterbugs in the kitchen, and a restful, replenishing slumber.
weekend happy to you m'loves.
no mention
so yesterday's infomercial turned out to be a bucket of silly. i'm not supposed to name the company specifically...but if you were following my tweets....beans were spilled.
not really my kind of workout, there were only two of us hired talent {and i'm using that word 'talent' generously...with myself......of course}
the rest were 'franchisee' owners..wink-hint-wink-hint.
lovely ladies.
and along with an auto tuned, 156 bpm version of shakira's 'whenever, whenever' on heavy repeat, i also will have the following mantra sending me into the weekend:
no makeup!!!
no mirrors!!!
no men!!!
what's your stirring mantra m'loves?
weekend happy to you!
a weekend recipe
caffeinated courage.
lithe ambition.
a dance with dairy.
fire in the belly.
fire in the wood oven.
rinse, repeat and lather.
overserved
i think truman enjoyed his st. patrick's day a little too much.
weekend happy to you m'loves.