I’m a firm believer in giving back to the community, so recently I volunteered my design services to a great non-profit, Urban Sprouts up in the Bay Area. Angela Moskow, the Executive Director, graciously sent me a package of carefully wrapped fresh home-baked cookies to say, “Thank you” — what a sweet mail day this was…YUM!
If you are in the area and want to give back, you can register to join their annual Greens, Eggs, and Jam Brunch for a fresh, organic meal straight from the garden…
Holy cuteness…my Frank Wall Hook designed by David Barry just arrived from Brooklyn, today, and he was well worth the wait!! I think my wall is going to multiply…
Hearing someone talk about their mom is like hearing someone talk about their child or children. You get it, and you love them, but it just doesn’t mean as much to you as it means to them. I get it, so I’m not going to go on about how awesome my mom is…Isn’t she awesome?
This post is dedicated to all moms, you know who you are, who have stayed up all night waiting for their child to fall asleep and sixteen, seventeen, twenty years later, waited for their child to pull into the driveway safely home (sorry, Mom). Homemade lunches (avocado, tomato and sprouts on wheat, really?? Oh, wait, I love that now…you rock), sewing, baking, driving back and forth and back and forth to school, quizzing you on your spelling, all the talks about her past and your future. She may be your best friend or you may be at odds, but when it all comes down to it, she loved you enough to bring you into this world and that means everything. Give your sweet mom a hug and remember, you wouldn’t be here without her…
I love you Mom.
xo,
dee
This year, I decided it was time–time to host Thanksgiving. I thought it would be nice to do something different since all of my grandparents have passed, but if you know me, you know I’m a pretty casual person, so it was important that this day felt relaxed (after the house was clean of course–I’m a bit of a stickler about that). Anyway, this post is dedicated to my loving grandparents, specifically my Gramie, Omi, my hostess hero who must have been watching out after me that day…
If you are hosting Thanksgiving, for the first time, here are a few pointers: 1. Don’t stress–what’s the worst that can happen? Even if the worst does happen, who doesn’t love a good laugh? (My Gramie forgot to put sugar in the pumpkin pie one year), 2. Think of your Turkey as a very large chicken–it won’t be as intimidating, 3. Have things to do: games, puzzles — activities for the whole family, 4. Wear an apron. It’s the equivalent of a cape–you will literally become a super hostess and 5. I can’t stress this enough–have a table. It’s amazing how powerful a table really is. Conversations flow. Stomachs become bottomless pits. Familial bonds are strengthened…
I think I might just host Thanksgiving again…
xo, Dee
I know my grandparent’s home will never be the same without them in it and I’ve begrudgingly come to accept the fact that their home has to be put on the market. Now I can only cross my fingers and hope that the person or family purchasing this home, sees the love and style that was built into every detail. My grandparents loved to travel. They loved to host parties. They loved to love. You could feel it throughout.
In my wildest fantasy, 1,150,000 people would donate a $1 to the Carroll & Omi Alm Fund and I could purchase the home that has been in my family since 1960, but then I come back down to earth and realize the world just keeps spinning…
Respect the home that you are in. Remember that it was someone else’s touchstone. Consider every detail as important as the last person who lived there. Make it your own, but do your best to give them a nod.
xo, Dee
PS. If you do know someone who would appreciate this home click here (my dad is the realtor–so please be nice).
