Keep my mouth shut. I ramble when I talk, people. Shoot, I ramble when I type. I'm trying to cut back on my words. So all I'm saying about today's shop update is that I freaking love the gray and yellow beads up there. Click 'em for shop listings.
Me neither. It's been that long. Original Intent listing are in the works, but for now and the next several days you can count on some good old shop updates. Today's is heavy on the turquoise. Click images to take you to shop listings, or check it all out here. Hope your week is off to a great start, friends.
On a local food blog that Barry regularly reads, he won a private dinner to be prepared by a local chef in our home. Chef Berk contacted us with a few options for each of three courses. Then he showed up at our place and turned out the best meal that will ever come out of the little corner that is our kitchen. He started us with an unexpected treat - queso blanco with topped with chorizo and caramelized onion marmalade. Then on to the meal:
marrow bones stuffed with mushroom and potato served with chard and homemade herb bread
pork belly with apple puree and broccoli rabe
apple yam doughnuts with sugar and cream
This was dinner one week ago. It seriously took me several days to recuperate from its awesome insanity. Thank you, Chef Berk.
Work has been perfectly busy for me recently. I like busy. It makes my days off of work feel well-earned. Barry and I both needed a little getaway when our weekend rolled around, so we headed to the Oregon Coast, stopping first at Manzanita:
and then up the coast to Astoria:
How we missed the awesome Vintage Hardware on previous trips to Astoria, I'll never know:
And we walked our buns off, taking photos all day long. Some will become Original Intent shots, I'm sure. I feel like I've been neglecting my personal work - jewelry-making - as my work-work has gotten busier. Yesterday's photo-taking may be the kick in the pants I needed to sit down with jewelry supplies again. But not now. The sun is out, and so am I.
"I was graduated from the finest school, which is that of the love between parent and child. Though the world is constructed to serve glory, success, and strength, one loves one's parents and one's children despite their failings and weaknesses - sometimes even more on account of them. In this school you learn the measure not of power, but of love; not of victory, but of grace; not of triumph, but forgiveness. You learn as well, and sometimes, as I did, you learn early, that love can overcome death, and that what is required of you in this is memory and devotion. Memory and devotion. To keep your love alive you must be willing to be obstinate, and irrational, and true, to fashion your entire life as a construct, a metaphor, a fiction, a device for the exercise of faith. Without this, you will live like a beast and have nothing but an aching heart. With it, your heart, though broken, will be full, and you will stay in the fight unto the very last. Though my life might have been more interesting and more eventful, and I might have been a better man, after all these years I think I can say that I have kept faith. All this time, my heart has told me nothing but to love and protect. This message has been strong though the twists and turns, and it has never varied. To protect, and to protect, and to protect. I was born to protect the ones I love. And may God continue to give me ways to protect and serve them, even though they are gone."
-the final lines of Memoir from Antproof Case, by Mark Helprin
To my mom, who thank goodness is not gone, who loves and protects completely and who has the memory of and devotion to her own mother burning in her heart. I love you. Happy Mother's Day.