Gaston Delittle

Ninon

I'm developing a tremendous fondness for quirky children's toys. Blame it on the hormones. This fantastic monster bears my Maiden name as well. What's not to like?

This very crafty lady lives in Berlin and makes all her monsters by hand. I'm thinking baby X might need one for her nursery. 

Dog Day Afternoon

This is Vivian. Matthew and and I hung out with her today. 

Dogsitting and hiking go together well, so we drove to Mt. Baker and hiked Ptarmigan Ridge.

Thankfully, Vivian is not one of those dogs that tries to drag you to a certain death down steep embankments. 

Her hiking manners are better than some people on the trails. She also likes to hike slowly and take lots of water breaks. 

So it's easier to remember to stop and smell the flowers.

Thanks for helping us slow down Vivian! 

Pretty Happy Things

Mary Kate McDevitt

I'm really digging this wood sliver painting. I want to see it hanging in a mud room with the rain boots. It's reminiscent of (but such a welcome departure from) the tacky wood sliver junk you see all over Humboldt county. 

Dreams Really Do Come True

I would not want to imply that happiness is found in the aquisition of long- coveted objects. But sometimes getting what you want just makes for a great day.
Today I came home and found a shoebox on the dining room table with my husband's name on it. It also had a few postcards and a Pez dispenser tied to the top with ribbon. Because I am nosy, I opened this box.
Guess what was inside?

It's true. It's the bird planter that I have been admiring for the last few weeks in the window of an apartment downtown. Some of you may be familiar with my bird planter obsession. The bird planter belonged to this man-

He's the local guy who wears a Mr. Peanut suit when the mood strikes. 

He came into the restaurant where my husband works today, and Matthew told him that I was in love with his bird planter. This very kind man went home, wrapped up the bird planter, and gifted it to my husband. 

What an awesome guy. I can't even remember the last time a total stranger did something so nice for me. All my happy buttons have been pushed. It makes me want to go out and love on a perfect stranger myself. Kindness begets kindness.

Also in the theme of fulfilling obsessions is the stegosaurus gifted to me by Laurilee at our baby shower. 

I've been lusting after this dinosaur for weeks. It's supposed to be a gift for baby X, but I'm so infatuated with it I'm not sure I can let her have it. Maybe if she's a really GOOD baby. Maybe.

Happy Monday. 

On the Hunt

The hunt for the bird planter of my dreams continues. Matthew tells me he knows the owner of the bird planter I covet, and that he'll ask him if it's for sale. Bellinghamsters, this is apparently the same man who wanders the streets in the "Mr. Peanut" costume.
Anyway, in the meantime I haunt the antique mall like a ghost. No decent bird planters today, but a few worth noting (and photographing).

I bought the lamb planter. It was too creepily cute to pass up. 

What can you say about the "Asian person on a swing" planter? Weird.

What a gorgeous blender! It makes me want to whip up a few Margaritas and call it a day.