Hawaii or bust

Sit and picture Hawaii for a second.  There is likely to be a floral image float in your mind, maybe a tiki torch, shells, some tourists. Certainly some waves and waterfalls. Maybe those puka hot dogs on "No Reservations"?  But how about a black fringe leather bikini top? Welcome to Stacy's mind  preparing for Hawaii. I just saw this etsy purchase roll through our account. Followed up by a note explaining she just had to have this! Just one of ten million reasons I love her.

xx,

Deirdre

Clapping & Crawling

Little Sloanie has been making some power moves. Her clapping makes my heart soar! The scoot military crawl to steal her brother's toys is nothing short of hilarity. Below she is chomping on some highly coveted click blocks that are beyond off limits.

xx,

Deirdre

In your facebook!

Hi Hi! As you may have noticed we've been slowly but surely changing our name from She-bible to Curator every since we opened up our shop in late 2009. Well we just made a new facebook page to go with it (since silly facebook wouldn't just let us change our facebook name).

So for a good time,  please 'like' us here: CuratorSF

xx
Stacy

landscraping!

After living in our house in Palo Alto for almost three years,  we finally dug up the nasty asphalt driveway and the weed ridden front lawn. There was just no way around it.  I am just now understanding that this overgrowth has been embarrassing. My defense? I hail from San Francisco where front lawns are made of cement. It's no wonder I keep trying to incorporate the substance into our new design. There will be vegetables too I promise.

Check out some of the demo and I'll be sure to post pics when the business is done. Below is the view from my kitchen window and our new walkway. I had many frantic sessions outside with a tape measure to make sure it was correct. When the contractor heard I was a designer he let out a little moan.

xx,

Deirdre

Sloan Catherine

My new favorite picture, to my major suprise I'm in it!

Xo,

Deirdre

Polly Jean

Went to the Warfield Thursday night to see the one and only PJ Harvey. To say the least, she was unbelievable. The show was sold out and pretty packed, but my man and I found a comfy spot to stand fairly close to the stage. She wore a long white vintage dress and an insane two-winged black feathered headdress. She played all of her new album 'Let England Shake' with older songs between.

A song from her new album. So good. 

"Their subsequent break-up also influenced Cave's follow-up album, The Boatman's Call with songs such as "Into My Arms", "West Country Girl" and "Black Hair" being specifically about her."

Le Sigh. 

xx
Stacy

Small Town

Recently we visited Felton, California in the Santa Cruz mountains to take in some sun, fun and family. While going to cross the world's largest covered bridge, we stumbled upon a dance troup being led by a fiddle player. No joke. The dancers all had these shell covered pads on their knees and sticks to do their synchronized dancing. Whenever I see something unexpected like that, I take it as life's reminder to always take the opportunity to go to see new places. "My favorite thing is to go where I've never been." I have this Diana Arbus quote hanging by my bed, although I'm not sure she's the only person to have said this. Sounds like something my son would say.

After our picnic by the bridge we journeyed up to Loch Lomond  Lake. There were paddle and motor boats for rent  and a little island you can boat out to with bbq pitts! It was like a secret hidden mini Lake Tahoe nestled up in the mountains. It makes me supremely happy to know this is just one hour away from my house.  We were a little late to get a boat, so instead we took a walk around the resorvoir. Tall trees just quiet my head.

On a roll, we headed to downtown Felton to eat at Redwood Pizzeria. We must have looked like we really needed beers because the waitress kept suggesting them.  My husband of course was on board with her noise. The trees were my beers. As we headed our troops out of the pizza parlor, I noticed this Doctor sign. I got a complete kick out of it, how many worlds away is this from going to a Kaiser appointment?

Down the road I saw a thrift store called  "The Abbot"  that looked like it had a grim reaper as it's logo! My interest was certainly peaked, but the kids were screaming and it was Sunday. I must return to visit this shop. Turns out an Abbot is a kind of priest and he is known to walk about in the town in his garb.  This place is starting to feel a bit like magic to me, you?



xxx,

Deirdre