Just Like Buddy Holly

I meant to just link you to a (yes, yet another) Rogue Wave tune, but then I found this super-endearing little video some kids made to go along with it.
It reminds me of how some day (soon) my little dudes are going to have that earnestly-in-love-for-the-first-time experience. Awwwww!
So if you don't love this song and the sweet, sincere video check yourself. You may have died and not noticed.




p.s. A restrained round of hipster applause if you caught the Weezer reference ;)

Change of Plans

I had planned on venting this morning.
People seem particularly mean-spirited and aggressive lately, and it hurts my soft, squishy little heart. So, while I got the laundry going, and while I bagged almonds for school lunches, and while I poured my coffee I didn't even see what I was doing. I was busy, see, mentally rehearsing the many ways in which people and life have been less-than-stellar. Just so I could accurately share the love (hate) with you.

And then something in me turned over at the thought of being that person.

And I thought instead of the blissful hour spent holding my chubby little niece while she mewed and sighed and nuzzled me in her sleep. And how my husband kept opening the office door and looking at me, which was at first so entirely annoying until he finally said I just like to look at you when it's quiet. Reminding me in quite an off-handed way of a favorite Pablo Neruda poem.



Even how my oatmeal and hot blueberries taste just a little bit like dessert.



And that November is back in a nice, moody little splash of rain and I have to watch the Painted Veil because it's way overdue and didn't I pay extra for it, so hadn't I better watch it?



And all the people who said nice things about my hair and made me feel kinda pretty (yes I did it!)




So I'm not going to be that person. I don't have any reason to be.

The heart chooses

It's the silly little things that make you appreciate the guy you're with.
I'm going in for a haircut, so last night I asked the huz what he thinks of this cut (right side).



I was maybe 45% joking. 55% of me (that's a majority vote, guys) really likes having something weird all up in there. But, you know, teacher conferences are coming up and all.

So he takes a good look and says yeah, that might look good on you.

Now mind you, we're not in our 20s anymore. We don't have tattoos. We have kids and dogs and a mortgage. It's been a few years since either of us could honestly lay claim to "being in a band". We take multi-vitamins and eat fiber.

And yet. The dude is willing to let me hang off his arm with a spiky red Tegan and Sara mullet. It's not flowers or champagne or sandy romantic gestures on the beach, but things like this that love is made of. At least in our house.

I might compromise with this:



While the mortgage-paying, fiber-eating lame-o momsy part of me is all, "Why not something nice like this?":




I hate that lady. She's SUCH a buzz kill.

If it's not too mangled, maybe I'll post a picture of the results.
Feel free to vote on your favorite.

Also, what's with girls having chicken wings instead of arms? Ick.

What's cookin' at Modernhaus?

Oh, I don't know. Little o' this



Little o'that

Vintage Vera Neumann bedding

Years ago in a kingdom far, far away I wrote about Vera scarves and how cool it would be to turn a heap of them into a patchwork quilt. Ahh, such innocent enthusiasm. I didn't know about this:







Vera already designed bedding! I've seen a few (sort of ugly) sheets and pillowcases by Vera on Ebay over the years, but I didn't like them nearly as much as I like her other designs.
But this? Knocks my socks off. You could put it on a plain white Malm bed from IKEA and have the raddest bedroom ever.

I don't typically sell non-furniture things, but I'm making an exception for this.
Available in the shop this eve.

In other yellow news (and there's A LOT of it), check back to see what becomes of this beaut.

Crapdang

is all I can say after watching this. In one of my frequent moments of dumbness, I sold my super 8 camera. And now I have to go buy another. Or my life will be incomplete.
Oh yeah, and also, BIG SUR FOREVER!! Deetjen's and Henry Miller and Nepenthe. Forget Africa...Big Sur is the cradle of civilization, I tell you.

James & Tiffany Super 8 from Shark Pig on Vimeo.

Thanks, you, for always knowing what the cool kids are doing

Showering with others...

I did a lot of that this past month. This one was for my lovely S.I.L., who just delivered her first daughter several days ago.

Gerberas

Pretty mommy

Birds and bees

The great-grandma

Lady-like centerpiece

Peach bellinis

Your biceps are bigger than mine

Centerpiece-photos of the parents with silly chidhood memories printed on the back

Guinness chocolate and vanilla creamcheese

And vanilla and lemon...I piped the frosting on and ordered handmade sugar paste flowers so they didn't look too "bake sale"

Liked the frosting

My grandma...she made me serve her champagne all afternoon!