ear to ear

I'll have you know that I was all set to break from list-making for a while. I do believe I've developed a bit of a disorder. but then melissa went and tagged me and I'll not say no to melissa because she makes excellent scones and has cute babies that I like to pretend are mine.

six that are smile-worthy:

1. sushi bar conveyor belts and video cameras. I cannot stop watching this. I am in love with it and would like to hole up in a dark room with it and watch it until the sun comes looking for me.

2. husbands who find things you thought you lost forever.

so ward gave me the most fantastic ring for my birthday which of course, I promptly lost. because somehow, I am able to hold onto every last cheap, crappy ring I own but the minute I receive a gorgeous handcrafted piece that feels as if it was designed especially for me, I lose it. I lost my first engagement ring too. yes ma'am, I certainly did but that's another story. but then, over a belated valentines dinner last week, ward said hey, lookie here and there, in the palm of his sweet hand, sat said lost ring. and the heavens parted and the angels rejoiced, I swear it. he'd found it in the trunk of the car a few days back and decided to save it and surprise me with it at dinner. I have not taken it off, not even once because honestly, I'm just trying to enjoy this ring before it inevitably slips off my finger and falls prey to the curse of andrea, the girl who cannot hold onto pretty rings. I figure I have a couple of weeks. a month, tops.

3. pink balloons that don't die.

there's a pink balloon in my room and it will not die. not that I want it to die, but it's been two weeks and shouldn't it be dead by now? really, it should be somewhere near the floor looking sorry. instead, it continues to hover shyly over my side of the bed and let me tell you, it's as pink and buoyant as ever. I've taken to calling her pinkie and I'm rooting for her to make it. I really am.

4. collaborations with siblings.

I'm collaborating with my brother on a project of his this week. this is big news, this is great news but also, this particular collaboration requires me to get on a plane and fly someplace warm and near the ocean. I leave in about 24 hours and am still in a state of disbelief.

5. ezra's word for tights: sockpants. I'm sorry. I know I've mentioned it here before but I can't help myself.

6. orange ranunculus. omg, orange ranunculus, I love you.

and speaking of list-making, joslyn over at simple lovely recently invited me to put together the list of all lists. if you're not totally sick of me and list-making, you can read it here. oh, and christina, I'm officially tagging you. your world is filled with all kinds of smile-inducing sort of stuff. I know that for a fact.

photobooth friday

dear uncle von,

me and the kids, we've been talking. we're feeling a little down. here's why: we're here, you are not. we think you should move here. we think you and portland could really be good together plus we need you. we miss your endless supply of coins and your excellent school of pool. we miss the way you consistently allowed yourself to be climbed on, jumped over and tackled. we miss the marathon mac photobooth sessions and the genuine enthusiasm you had for the very legendary playmobil hospital. we miss the music from your pink phone and your very contagious late night ways.





personally, I miss all the movie-going (which promptly ended for me the moment you got on that plane back to new york). honestly, I don't know what was more memorable-- watching godfather II at the old hollywood theatre with you or the walk back home afterwards. then came man on wire on new years day (which, okay, you sort of had to talk me into) but you were right, you were so right about that. best film ever to see on the first day of a new year. I'm sorry I doubted you because you know, we will surely be talking about it when we are 100 years old.

mostly, we all just really miss you so please make the necessary arrangements and move here already. and please hurry as we are currently in great need of shiny coins and new music.


xo

you know who


p.s. all the cool bikes are out here. you know I'm right. also, we have annie's donuts.

number six

dancing lions, flying yo-yos, candied mango, pale pink blossoms, shiny red envelopes, small pots of tea, fortune-telling boxes, tiny bridges, hanging lanterns. I'm telling you, I am a sucker for such things.

number six crossed off the list and the rest are calling. the year stands before me like a giant sun.

around the corner

let me tell you, I'd like to peel off my sockpants and hurl my big brown boots across the room. I'd like to run free. I think my skin would thank me and perhaps throw a wild party in my honor. sockpants= what ezra calls tights. and that's just what they are. very tight pants made from hot, sweaty socks.

ah, spring. to shed said sockpants. to wear something floaty, to smell like lemons and sugar.

also, I hear good things about the flowers. word on the street is that spring is good for flowers. I'm hoping that's true.