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Fresh squeezed morning

Orange you glad it’s Tuesday?
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Happy Birthday To Me


I’m the king of the castle and you’re the dirty rascal.

B.I.T.E. cooks: Dutch Baby

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Most mornings I eat eggs for breakfast.  But lazy weekend mornings at home call for a Dutch Baby.
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Simplicity is beautiful

The whole higgeldy-piggedly “pile of boxes as storage unit” has been sort of quiet trend over on Apartment Therapy for a while now.
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The Lantern Festival

The last day of Chinese New Year.

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B.I.T.E.: Finished!

Look at that, I finished it.

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B.I.T.E.: On Finishing And Starting

I love projects.

I love planning them and dreaming about them.  I love doing the research and learning everything there is to know.  There are people that love to finish things and there are people that love to start things. I’m definitely a starter.  My scary closet can attest to that; it’s the resting place for half-done projects.  The sweaters I’ll finish one day, the half-sewn shirt.  Now I’m obsessing on terrariums.  In a frenzy of energy, I felt compelled to buy potting soil and plants following this tutorial.  Now, I’m putting it all together before my attention shifts to something else.  I’m determined to see this one through to the end, to be okay with how it turns out, however it turns out, to get to the parts that are frustrating and boring and don’t look like the picture and move past them to the finish line anyway.  Can I do it?  Stay tuned.

B.I.T.E.: Leftovers

Pho good

Although I often feel silly getting a doggie bag, I always feel really happy the next morning.   Continue Reading →

B.I.T.E.: Mistakes

Yesterday was Twelfth Night and so, for that reason and because it was Work At Home Wednesday (which I’m considering changing to Friday), I made a Galette des Rois.  And, as you can see, it exploded in the oven.

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B.I.T.E: Outbox

Yesterday the living room.  Today, the mess in the corner.  Or, in Apartment Therapy parlance, the outbox.

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