It was Maker Faire this past weekend, when all things steampunk and hacker and craft converge in one place, with fire-breathing and glow-the-the-dark robots. And this upside-down orchestra, rigged up...
Ladies and gents (or the four of you still reading this site): For a past few months, I’ve been hard at work with a pretty terrific team bringing a new website into existence. It still feels a ...
If this game had been a movie, it would have been terrible. I never would have believed the twists and turns and anguish. Being married to an Irish guy has made me a soccer fan. And this weekend was ...
I love this time in the garden. Everything is in the ground, I havent forgotten to water yet, nothing has nibbled away at the tops of the plants. Its pure promise out there in the soil.
Dappled sunlight, a picnic blanket and some warm weather cocktails.
Bright flower poofs suspended in a clump make everything more happy. Courtesy of the lovely Courtney.
All these little voices at my niece’s school. So tiny and light and pure.
We hit the brakes when we drove by this wagonload of mascots from San Franciscos beloved Doggie Diner.
This is what I have taken up in recent quiet moments. This ingenious embroidery sampler made by the immensely talented Rebecca Ringquist. I took her class the other week at A Verb for Keeping Warm an...
Embarking on a new project at the dining room table. Scissors chomping through fabric.
The gift in the garden that just keeps giving. They smell like wet rocks and starch.
Is there any more promising sound in spring than the sound of a metal shovel digging into the wet-smelling dirt of a vegetable patch?
Walking through a fabric store is a lot like walking through a library for me. I slip into a sort of sleepwalking, day-dreamy state taking in all the possibilities. This is Jem in NYC, where I was th...
Confetti and polka dot projects are having a big moment right now. And why not? They make everything more happy and festive. Before my heart confetti napkins, I made straight-up confetti napkins. The...
A late afternoon horsehoe game at a pit with a killer view. (PS: Apologies for the lack of posts. I was out of town again and messsed up the auto-posts. So more soon. Also, for those of you reading t...
A night at the local circus school with high-flying trapeze and rope performers, and a very funny umbrella act.
This is my first attempt at a new baby gift: a stuffed state for faraway friends. I made this late at night before hopping a plane to the East Coast and the next time around, I think I will make it o...
Sweet pitter-patter of rain on the umbrella. Taking in big lungfuls of wet air on a slow Saturday morning walk.
While I crave a handmade life, sometimes it’s all I can do to get a handmade meal on the table. We’ve had a lot of bombshelter meals lately, raiding the pantry and non-perishables to scra...
On a blustery day, a walk down to the Wave Organ with our niece and nephew, pressing our ears close to the cement pipes to hear the deep, gurgling bellows of the tides. (It was too windy to make a go...
When Sarah and I hosted diner at ALT, we kept the decorations simple so the food would shine. But every table needs a hit of pretty, so I ran to Home Depot and picked up a tray of succulents and cove...
My husband is a great looker-upper. I mean that figuratively – he’s irrepressibly optimistic. And literally – the guy loves looking up. When we first started dating, I realized that...
Once a year, all the school kids in San Francisco hold a jump-a-thon to raise money for heart disease. We look out over the schoolyard next door, so this is the sound that reminds me it’s that ...
(photo from here) Friends! I am off to NYC for a few days. Im working on a big project that is hush-hush for the moment, but when I can reveal all in a couple months, you will be the first to know.
Catching the end of a blues band while waiting for our friends band to play. Mike and I played exquisite corpse as we drank our cold beers. Long live lo-fi entertainment.
You all know my best pal Sarah, yes? Thats her photo above. Well if youve ever been curious about how food photographers and stylists work, you can listen to a terrific radio interview with her that ...
My family has a cherished tradition called Wilkinson Family Mystery Trips. It’s been part of our family since we were kids, when the mystery trips were pretty tame and local affairs – a w...
A weekend up in Tahoe with snow so crunchy it sounded like walking on cereal. Snowball battles along the way with our three-year old nephew, then a winter picnic on a fallen log.
Ive decided that you can’t possibly be in a bad mood around citrus. End of story. It’s too uplifting: the hyper-saturated rinds and that bracing smell plume of zest. If you need some insp...
After a cheese plate and dark beer at a favorite weekend spot, we walked out into the inky twilight and this freshest sound of spring.
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