We had Mother’s Day brunch at Barndiva in Healdsburg where I spotted these fantastic Campari-bottle light fixtures. A friend of mine used empty Campari bottles as bud vases for big white lilies at her wedding, and I’ve seen them used to hold swizzle sticks or long fireplace matches. This light fixture takes the prize. I love beautifully designed objects with a sense of humor.
Say, have you ordered a gift for your pop yet? If not, I’ve got a few superior ideas. Please go read the Mighty Goods Father’s Day Gift Guide. It’s a good ‘un.
A lifetime ago, we attended the Air Guitar Championships. There was exactly one girl who was a contender. She had it all: the snarl, the reckless abandon, a mean air technique. She was going into the final round, rocking it out, and bringing the house down. At the end of her performance, the crowd was going wild, she was strutting around the stage, grinning from ear to ear. And then, as if in slow motion, she raised both hands above her head and sort of twinkled her fingers. The crowd gasped and drew back. “Cheerleader,” one of them said. And just like that, everyone went silent and headed for the bar.
San Francisco was always picked last for kickball.
If you were me, you would like:
-Dogs that insist on having the leash in their mouths so they can play tug of war while they walk
-6 a.m. coffee shop regulars
-Men with big noses.
Because we only had a second to stop someone as they rushed by, I found there were a few key things I looked at first. On women, interesting shoes and bags often signaled that everything else was working too. Mai mentioned that people wearing jeans were less likely to be doing something compelling with their outfits. I noticed that men who pay attention to making their hairstyle unique were more likely to be dressed well too. Also, anyone wearing color stood out, as it’s almost impossible to find people who aren’t in black.
It was a surprisingly educational experience. For hours afterward I couldn’t stop checking people’s outfits for creative sparks, and I found myself getting oddly anxious about my shoes.
Hey, we’ve been in the news lately! First, fellow-blogger and freelance writer Anh-Minh noticed the shots of the nursery we posted ages ago, and she sent a photographer over for this article in the San Francisco Chronicle:
Then we were working at Ritual Roasters, and a Chron columnist asked what we were up to:
The mystery of the daytime idle: Why aren’t you working? by Chris Colin