June 26, 2012 § Leave a comment

Added a little sparkle to my nails this round – ring fingers only.  Like?


Another day, another Pimm’s Cup

June 25, 2012 § 2 Comments

The summer heat has kicked in, which means it’s time for summer cocktails and lighter libations.

Lately I’ve been all about Pimm’s Cups, a tasty summery drink from across the pond made with Pimm’s #1 – an herbal spirit that balances the notes of the citrus, cucumber, gin, and ginger ale mixed in it.  I think it’s the perfect use for those cool, crispy cucumbers from the farmer’s market (or a generous neighbor!).  It’s also a natural fit for the small batch gin heyday we’re having right now.  When I was in New Orleans this past March, even the diviest of bars had the fresh ingredients on hand to make that perfect cocktail (oh NOLA, how you are missed).

Like most cocktails, there are a variety of ways you can make it.  I think the most traditional one includes muddled cucumber and Beefeater’s Gin, and bitter lemon or ginger beer.  I love a little extra cucumber, Hendrick’s Gin, and Seagram’s ginger ale.


Another day, another Pimm's Cup

Bye, bye virgin hair

June 23, 2012 § Leave a comment

Can you believe I haven’t colored my hair in almost 10 years?

“Mama! Mama has purple hair!”

“Yes, baby – do you like it?”

“It’s so cuuuuuuuuute!”

“Thank you!”

“Mia want purple hair TOO!”


Fed. up.

June 15, 2012 § Leave a comment


The shit has hit the fan.  I am so OVER this bullshit, this “imaginary” war on women.  Where is this surge of anti-women, anti-feminist, anti-PERSON behavior coming from?  If you’re not angry yet, you should be.


June 14, 2012 § Leave a comment

Brian: I’m tired.

Lori: ME TOO 😦

Brian: we’re so old.

Lori: My theory is that if we weren’t getting gangbanged by bullshit all day, we’d be perfectly energetic right now.

Sew Happy

December 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

I was never a Home Ec girl.  I dabbled in crafts like every other kid, made a few less than stellar creations in Girl Scouts, but I wouldn’t consider myself a rising star in any of those things.  The worst of it was sewing.  I remember those nights my mother would sit there yelling at me because I just could not figure out that damn machine.  Bobbins?  Threading?  Tension?  Stitch length?  All went in one ear and out the other.  I had given up on the machine so many times that I taught myself how to sew nearly everything entirely BY HAND.  After years of this, I am a pretty masterful embroiderer.  But could I sew a simple piece with a uniform stitch?  Nope.

So I’m solely going to blame Pinterest on this growing desire to start sewing again.  I mean, look at all the preeeeety pictures!  How can you resist?  It became addictive and just intensified to the point of signing up for my very first sewing class.  Luckily, Whipstitch had one available and I was off to a 4-week sewing 101 course.  It was a little intimidating at first, but the sheer difference being no one was yelling at me from behind in a thick Chinese accent.  For three hours a night, once a week, we were tasked with various projects using different techniques and I was really doing it!  Okay, so not everything was stellar (I sometimes sew like a drunken sailor – what’s a straight line?), but holy shit this stuff was looking good!


I have since signed up for a holiday stocking class (see photo above right) and I have another knit-sewing class in March.  While I can’t say the process isn’t entirely stress-free, the payoff is certainly worth it and I really do feel like I’m creating something pretty and functional.  So I’m sorry mom – I should have listened to you (again).


Dusting it off

September 15, 2011 § Leave a comment

I’ve been thinking about this blog for the last few weeks. This space has sat empty for a good while now, and it hasn’t really been clear to me what I was going to do with it. I know everyone yelled FAIL at the thought of me becoming a mommy blogger (including me!), but be assured that isn’t going to happen. Shit – I hardly have time to do anything but just BE a mom some days. Yet the minute I think about permanently closing up this space, I get very uneasy. I like it here. I like having it. I like writing… not just to you, but to me.

I’ve got stuff going on in my head and maybe it will look pretty here. Let’s see what happens.