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Kate Spade

(1962 – 2018)

Yesterday while cooking dinner, Mr. Michie stood in the kitchen and read the news to me. I just so happened to turn at the same moment his face dropped and I knew he was going to share something awful. The news had broken, that Kate Spade had passed away.

I have long been an admirer of her and her work. I know that she is mainstream now, but in the beginning, she was the voice for the quirky girls. Those of us who loved vintage fashion, bright colours, clean design, simple yet sophisticated styles. I remember the first time I saw her counter in Bloomingdale’s on a trip to NYC with my Mom. The colours, the design, the simplicity. We oohed and aaghed for quite a while at that stand.

The thing about this age that we currently live in, with everyone sharing so much, I think it personalises people on a level where many feel that they know them. We don’t know them. Maybe we never really know anyone. I do know one thing however and that is that she must have been in a very dark place when she chose to take her own life. When you are in a place that dark, it is hard to see the light; but it is there, I promise you!

So, today as you go about your business, smile and say “thank-you!” to the person who fixes you a cup of coffee this morning; say a kind word to a stranger, hold the door for someone, look someone you love in the eyes and tell them you love them, show them their worth. Because you never know what these small acts of kindness could do for someone else. Your attitude could change their day, you could be the light they need. I hope that Kate Spade has found the peace that she sought and I pray her family are able to bear their grief.

In scrolling through Instagram this morning, I read one of Christopher Poindexter’s poems. In light of Kate Spade’s death, it resonated with me.

{Image: The Selby, Kate & Andy Spade in their home, November 2010}
{Poem: Christopher Poindexter}

Egg On A Spoon

Many, many moons ago, in an interview with Lesley Stahl in her California kitchen, I saw Alice Waters make “egg on a spoon” over an open fire. I have long been an admirer of Alice Waters. I grew up in a large Irish/Italian family and on a farm, so eating with the seasons and growing your own food always made perfect sense to me.

There is something so very distinctive about her voice, it’s like listening to Julia Child. Even without looking up, you know it is her voice, there is a particular pacing to the way she speaks. In reading an article on Food & Wine yesterday, I came across this updated video of her cooking her famous “egg on a spoon”. All I can say is, that I want to go to Alice’s house and sit in her cozy kitchen and watch her cook this over an open fire and break bread with her at the table by the french doors!

Click the link to watch the video on the Food & Wine site: Alice Waters’ Secret for preparing “Egg on a Spoon”

{Image of the egg spoon was found in a wonderful Remodelista article I had saved, where Alice and her daughter take us on a tour of her home kitchen}

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Fourteen

“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” ℘ Audrey Hepburn

Fourteen years ago today I walked down the aisle in the church that my parents were married in and my grandparents before that and Mr. Michie took my hand in his. Fourteen years later, he still has my hand in his and I still have a serious crush on this red-headed man of mine! Here’s to the next fourteen! 

{Paul Newman & Joanne Woodard HERE // Pinned HERE}

Solo: A Star Wars Story

As Rod Stewart croons, “Tonight’s the night!”. We’re going on a date to see Solo: A Star Wars Story. And I can’t wait! Popcorn, holding hands with Mr. Michie, a tub of these heavenly chocolate covered honeycomb bites our movie theatre sells to share, all equals happiness to me!

Here’s to the weekend, long may it last!

{I snapped this image of the movie poster on my morning run. I love its old school look!}

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Fri-YAY!

We’re rolling into this weekend with open arms! I’m so happy the weekend is here. We have errands to run, a movie date, a hair cut and shoe shopping for new a pair of running shoes on the agenda. There are candles to be lit, music to be played and good food to be had! Starting tonight with a new pizza recipe we’re trying out. I have an excellent overnight rise in the fridge dough that is dreamy. It’s crunchy, chewy, yeasty; it’s perfect! But, I still haven’t found a quick dough that I really love. So maybe tonight, we’ll hit a home run with this one!

Let the weekend begin!

{Image HERE // Pinned HERE}

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Home

Yesterday was a good day in many respects, but it was a long day. I hadn’t slept very well the night before because a local security alarm went off literally all night. It started just before 1am and didn’t quit till after 6am. I know it didn’t quit till then, because I was downstairs making breakfast and just after six, went to open the curtains and as soon as I peeled them back the alarm stopped. I just rolled my eyes.

So the not sleeping so hot, compounded by the fact that our neighbours are door slammers and they must have been in and out of their house over 20 times yesterday and every single time they left, they kept slamming the door, making everything rattle. Plus I had a long list of tasks to get through and for one reason or another, they just weren’t getting ticked off of my list.

All of that was piled on top of the serious amount of pollen we’re getting at the moment and it had made my voice hoarse and my nose run like a faucet. So I was feeling a little sorry for myself.

Mr. Michie had a late meeting and I walked to meet him after work. It was a lot windier and a lot chillier than I thought it was after I started walking. By the time I realised that, it was too late to turn back for a coat. I was a popsicle by the time we met each other. He kissed me hello and then he slipped off his coat and put it on me and zipped me up in it and all of his warmth inside the jacket was warming me up and suddenly the world felt pretty rosey again.

He did what he always does, what we always do; we take care of each other. It was an act of kindness, of love, of gentlemaness. It was a simple act, but that simple act had turned my day around. In that simple act, I knew that I was home.

{Image HERE // Pinned HERE}