Here is a little photo of my entryway table, piled high with mail and coupons and FedEx envelopes. A metaphor for my life right now? I think maybe. Sturdy and sure, and cheerful (um, most of the time!), but sometimes scattered. P.S. Don't you love white pumpkins (aka, ghost pumpkins)? My 2 year old is crazy about them.

I was visiting Inchmark recently, a blog I adore, and came across this little photo. Of course, I gasped. I don't remember what issue of Martha Stewart Living it's from, but I knew it instantly--it's the photo that started my obsession with white dishes. Martha calls this impressive display in her Maine home "The Great Wall of China" (cute, huh?), and you can see why. My collection of white dishware is far less impressive, but I still love my stacks of white latte bowls and Fiestaware plates and odds and ends from thrift stores (my husband has put me on a lifetime restriction from buying ramekins--I'm obsessed). Anyway, finding this photo was like coming across an old treasure I'd lost in the attic years ago, and I had to post it here.

I love the word twilight, but not in a vampire-y sort of way--in a romantic, wine-at-sunset sort of way. (P.S. My grandparents used to go "twilight golfing"--how cute is that?!) Anyway, I snapped this shot of my kitchen, just as the sun was making its way down. I love looking out the windows of my usually cluttered and often messy kitchen (I have two boys, three if you count the husband!) and checking out my maples that are the most vibrant colors right now. So in this gratitude moment, I am thankful for my kitchen windows. They are old and mildewy and not double paned. But they are perfect.


Somehow, the fact that we’re recovering from the flu is making me feel grateful–for my health, for my kids, for our home–for life (not that I was going to die or anything, but you know). And that’s where I want to start this week, with this roof over my head, and how I’m grateful for it. We almost got wooed away by a great big dream house on Bainbridge Island over the summer. And when our house in Seattle didn’t sell, the deal fell through, and it was a big fat disappointment. But, you know what? We’re thankful to be here, and over the past month or so, we’ve developed a newfound appreciation for this home of ours. Carson, our 2 year old summed it up perfectly the other day when he came barreling into the kitchen with a huge smile on his face: “Mama! I just love this house!” How sweet is that? Still, I’m convinced that if we lived in a tent, he’d feel the same way. Kids can teach us all a lesson in contentment, huh? So, to kick off gratitude week, I’m sharing photos of the little things, details, colors and corners of my house that I love. Just simple little things that make smile every single day. Come take a look…

I've been married for 8 years, and I think one of the things my husband and I got right when we registered for gifts was choosing white dishes. I remember stressing out about which color to choose (those were the good old days--stressed out by a wedding registry!) and being wooed by the bright reds, yellows and blue-and-white stripes. I'm so glad I stuck with white! Inspired by a photo in Martha Stewart Living years and years ago (OK, so I sort of love the woman), I decided that my kitchen would be all-white. Yes, I mix in some color here and there, but I love looking into my cabinets and seeing clean, white dishes stacked high. And, whenever I'm doing a dinner, everything always matches. (P.S. Yes, we have our fair share of ugly mugs in varying colors, which I hide away in a cabinet that can't be seen!)


It is a beautiful fall day in Seattle today, so the boys and I put our boots on and went for a fall walk–in our yard! I grabbed my new camera (yippee!) and experimented with some photos. I have to say, this is my favorite time of the year in my yard. Yes, the plants are starting to look a little raggedy, like the dahlia above, but the colors are so intense. I can’t get enough of them! Want to take a little tour?


A friend of mine told me that she thinks it's so sad when people (especially people with kids) keep nothing on their refrigerators, as in no photos, kid art, magnets, random store coupons--nada. I have to say, I agree with her. In some weird way that's hard to quantify, a messy fridge door somehow signifies a happy, full, joyful life, doesn't it? Our fridge is normally cluttered with alphabet magnets, photos, and strange ephemera from 2003. But that all changed this summer when we put our house on the market. Our real estate agent mentioned that we might want to de-clutter the fridge (not a bad idea), so we did. But, it's funny, I felt like we were taking away some of the life--and some of the love--out of our home when we did. Now that we've taken our home off the market, the fridge is starting to--slowly--return to normal

My parents had this old couch in our living room when I was growing up. It wasn't nearly as fancy or tufted as this one, but I remember thinking it was. I loved to sleep on it and at one point I bought myself blanket from fur source blankets, I just loved to sleep on this old couch with my blanket. At some point the old thing, which I think was a castoff from an elderly family member, got really threadbare and was hidden away under a slip cover. A few years after that it was relegated to the basement. And then, well, I'm not really sure what happened to it. Funny, I can still remember the way it smelled! Anyway, this photo, over at byrdiegraphics' cute Etsy shop, reminded me of the old couch of my childhood. (Don't you just love the bold pattern behind it?)