App lov'n

Easter weekend as seen through the lens of Paul's iPhone. Lot's of hiking, a few cocktails and a new muscle car to round out the picture. There was also too much chocolate and tantrums scary enough that I considered calling a priest, but those moments were blessedly not caught on film. Generally I don't geek out over things like iPhones and the latest and greatest technology, but damn that little gadget and it's cross processing apps make life look super cool.

Tree lov'n...

Two generations of Riss...

Sasspants.

The third Riss...

Things started to go a bit sideways...

And then it all just went bad.

Papa.

Shep xo

Georgie xo

Saturday night at the Dakota with Bradleyboy

My Easter egg, not an El Camino, but he'll do.

xo

Don't let the door hit ya...

Winter has become much like a drunken house guest. Originally you happily welcomed them in. Perhaps even thought "oh...yes winter, I love him, so fresh, so fun". Cut to closing time, you are tired and rather grumpy and winter has just poured himself another cocktail and gotten comfy in your favourite chair...after throwing up in a potted plant. 
He also made some calls and invited over party crashers hail and freezing rain. 
Get out. Go home. 
In a few months you will knock at the door full of charm and promise and I will forget what a chump you really are. I will invite you back just in time for the Holidays. 
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Spring has made flickering appearances around these parts as of late. A few weekends ago she showed up and got us punch drunk with gardening possibilities. We blissfully tackled the over grown area out behind the house. It had been standard practice it seems to just throw garbage down the side of the ravine. When the barn out back was torn down all bricks and cement were pushed down the hill, mixed in with chairs, plastic bottles, and horse bones...rather gross. But, with the sun shining bright we happily piled, raked and gathered. Paul decided to repurpose these bricks and make a set of stairs that will eventually lead to a large deck and small outbuilding. It will house a record player and some bird books...or as I like to call it the "pout'n shack". With a creek running below I think it will be the perfect spot to sit with a glass of wine in the early evening.
We had help from our friend Shane who kindly drove in from Brooklyn to lend a hand, and of course Shep, ever present on all jobs that involve dirt.

The next day we celebrated spring with an impromptu dinner outdoors...

Cheers winter, you've had your fill now get the hell going. xo

Bacon scented duvet...

I am not big on room sprays, perfumes of any kind actually. I would however be the first in line if Febreeze ever comes up with a bacon scented room spray. If I ever get "your own perfume line" kind of famous that can be my signature scent - Eau de Bacon. Don't be doubt'n, it could happen. I come up with this kind of gold during those rare occasions i give into a nap. This bacon fantasy in particular was inspired by my new favourite nap spot, the loft over looking the kitchen. A little nook big enough for a bed a lamp and books, and the perfect spot to curl up in the late afternoon for a siesta. The close proximity to the oven fills it with wonderful smells, cookies are a favourite, and yes - bacon. 

The space back in October...

Loft / kitchen today...

The view then...

The view now...

The view from a napping position...

A lovely place to escape to for an hour or so (you can pull the ladder up behind you) and recharge your batteries. Coming soon, a window to let in some of the late day sun and a coat of paint for the ceiling. Happy napping xo.