Woody Allen & Vertical Gardens

Love these prints from Annie Hall.

Also, really want to make a small version of this. I like all the vertical gardens on the website, but really love the ones with the really tight and colorful succulents.

good cards...

http://bluebarnhousestore.org/index.php

already ordered the t. hanks cards. remember these for xmas.

a toad in the hole for my valentine...

http://www.deliaonline.com/recipes/cuisine/european/english/toad-in-the-hole-with-roasted-onion-gravy.html

i like you

I Like You (by Sandol Stoddard Warburg)

I like you and I know why.
I like you because you are a good person to like.
I like you because when I tell you something special, you know it's special
And you remember it a long, long time.
You say, "Remember when you told me something special?"
And both of us remember

When I think something is important
you think it's important too
We have good ideas
When I say something funny, you laugh
I think I'm funny and you think I'm funny too
Hah-hah!

I like you because you know where I'm ticklish
And you don't tickle me there except just a little tiny bit sometimes
But if you do, then I know where to tickle you too

You know how to be silly
That's why I like you
Boy are you ever silly
I never met anybody sillier than me till I met you
I like you because you know when it's time to stop being silly
Maybe day after tomorrow
Maybe never
Too late, it's a quarter past silly!

Sometimes we don't say a word
We snurkle under fences
We spy secret places
If I am a goofus on the roofus hollering my head off
You are one too
If I pretend I am drowning, you pretend you are saving me
If I am getting ready to pop a paper bag,
then you are getting ready to jump
HOORAY!

That's because you really like me
You really like me, don't you?
And I really like you back
And you like me back and I like you back
And that's the way we keep on going every day

If you go away, then I go away too
or if I stay home, you send me a postcard
You don't just say "Well see you around sometime, bye"
I like you a lot because of that
If I go away, I send you a postcard too
And I like you because if we go away together
And if we are in Grand Central Station
And if I get lost
Then you are the one that is yelling for me

And I like you because when I am feeling sad
You don't always cheer me up right away
Sometimes it is better to be sad
You can't stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute
You want to think about things
It takes time
I like you because if I am mad at you
Then you are mad at me too
It's awful when the other person isn't
They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose

I like you because if I think I am going to throw up
then you are really sorry
You don't just pretend you are busy looking at the birdies and all that
You say, maybe it was something you ate
You say, the same thing happened to me one time
And the same thing did

If you find two four-leaf clovers, you give me one
If I find four, I give you two
If we only find three, we keep on looking
Sometimes we have good luck, and sometimes we don't
If I break my arm, and if you break your arm too
Then it's fun to have a broken arm
I tell you about mine, you tell me about yours
We are both sorry
We write our names and draw pictures
We show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too

I like you because I don't know why but
Everything that happens is nicer with you
I can't remember when I didn't like you
It must have been lonesome then
I like you because because because
I forget why I like you but I do

So many reasons
On the 4th of July I like you because it's the 4th of July
On the fifth of July, I like you too
If you and I had some drums and some horns and some horses
If we had some hats and some flags and some fire engines
We could be a HOLIDAY
We could be a CELEBRATION
We could be a WHOLE PARADE

See what I mean?
Even if it was the 999th of July
Even if it was August
Even if it was way down at the bottom of November
Even if it was no place particular in January
I would go on choosing you
And you would go on choosing me
Over and over again

That's how it would happen every time
I don't know why
I guess I don't know why I really like you
Why do I like you
I guess I just like you
I guess I just like you because I like you.

I Want...

http://www.flor.com/sophistikat-cobalt.html
flor tiles

http://www.typhoonplus.com/index.html
most everything from this kitchen store

Luggage Rack as Pot Rack

http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/inspiration/luggage-racks-as-pot-racks-138047

genius!

a very good blog

http://swarmaccumulatecluster.blogspot.com/

Weekend Projects

http://www.epicurien.be/food/recipes/breakfast/jam/pink-grapefruit-preserve-ginger-honey.asp

http://www.chow.com/recipes/11031-grapefruit-infused-vodka

http://www.chow.com/recipes/11390-candied-grapefruit-zest

I was just given a large box of pink grapefruit at work today. Excited to try preserves for the first time.

Also, pretty sure grapefruit gimlets might become my new favorite drink. With candied grapefruit peel as the garnish.

http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/liquor/a-sweet-treat-homemade-milk-liqueur-138124

Posted this earlier, but it has been officially added to the weekend projects.

As the project idea is just in my head and not on the internet, I will have to post photo later, but I would love to make one set of place mats and dinner napkins with iron on photos from Andrew's sketch book.

Hang Andrew's lomography pictures over the windows.

Make a delicious pot roast and a veggie filled frittata.

http://www.101cookbooks.com/archives/new-year-noodle-soup-recipe.html

And this soup to take for lunch next week.

How to Fake Blue Canning Jars

http://www.cheapjoes.com/art-supplies/7445_pebeo-vitrea-glass-paint.asp

transparent glass paint. also, really like this cheapjoes.com art supply website.

Liebrary & Other Fun Book Stuff

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B002TOEASI/pinkofperfect-20

I want this game!

http://us.penguingroup.com/static/pages/classics/ruben_toldeo.html

I also want these books. I really liked the new penguin classic fabric covers, but these are fantastic.

Painted Glass Vases

http://www.marthastewartweddings.com/photogallery/50-great-centerpieces#slide_9

Something to do with all of the jars I can't bring myself to throw away.

Milk Liqueur

Milk usually makes me ill, but somehow this looks delish. Like the idea of the chai infused.

http://www.thekitchn.com/thekitchn/liquor/a-sweet-treat-homemade-milk-liqueur-138124

A Poem for February

February

by Margaret Atwood Margaret Atwood

Winter. Time to eat fat
and watch hockey. In the pewter mornings, the cat,
a black fur sausage with yellow
Houdini eyes, jumps up on the bed and tries
to get onto my head. It’s his
way of telling whether or not I’m dead.
If I’m not, he wants to be scratched; if I am
He’ll think of something. He settles
on my chest, breathing his breath
of burped-up meat and musty sofas,
purring like a washboard. Some other tomcat,
not yet a capon, has been spraying our front door,
declaring war. It’s all about sex and territory,
which are what will finish us off
in the long run. Some cat owners around here
should snip a few testicles. If we wise
hominids were sensible, we’d do that too,
or eat our young, like sharks.
But it’s love that does us in. Over and over
again, He shoots, he scores! and famine
crouches in the bedsheets, ambushing the pulsing
eiderdown, and the windchill factor hits
thirty below, and pollution pours
out of our chimneys to keep us warm.
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
Cat, enough of your greedy whining
and your small pink bumhole.
Off my face! You’re the life principle,
more or less, so get going
on a little optimism around here.
Get rid of death. Celebrate increase. Make it be spring.