Casa Howard we stayed in, in fact all three of the Casa Howards I've stayed in now, two in Rome, one in Florence. We bought the soap in the magnificent Officina Profumo Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella in Florence, so it also holds a trace of that splendid building for me. . .
2. My sister-in-law linked to this Kale and Sweet Potato Brown Rice Bowl recipe the other day, and I jumped on it right away. It was so healthy, yummy, and relatively quick to make that I'm thinking I'll double the recipe next time. So good was it, in fact, that when I came home for lunch today looking forward to the leftovers, I found they'd already been nabbed by Pater who didn't look nearly sheepish enough as he scarfed down the remains of the bowl....
3. I keep thinking about the Vancouver Art Gallery exhibition I took a quick tour through a few weeks ago -- a prime benefit of having a gallery membership is the ability to pop in for half an hour, even just fifteen minutes, if I'm downtown with a bit of time to spare. I don't feel as if I need to stay longer to justify the price of admission, and I get to layer my experiences of an artist's work over a number of visits rather than trying to take it all in at once.
Spindle Whorl after Point's lifelong fascination with the carved spindles of her culture's very long history, is a perfect example.
And, as I say, this is only one piece, in one room. . . there is so much else in this stunning exhibition. If you're in Vancouver, and you're not a gallery member, plan at least an hour -- better still, plan two, with lunch at the Cafeteria upstairs as a midway break. . .
4. The gallery visit I've suggested above would be a perfect Artist's Play Date, as recommended by Julia Cameron in her book The Artist's Way. I can't find the post in which a reader's comment suggested this book to me, but if that was you (Carol?), thanks so much. I've been skimming my way through it, trying to get a sense of it before committing myself to the twelve-week program Cameron sets out. But I have begun to carve out some time for the "morning pages" she stresses as centrally important to discovering or recovering one's creativity. That may mean changes ahead. . .
5. This guy, almost Two, and the Choo-choo Train he drew. . . and the way he told me where the Pencil Sharpener was, even though the poor chap had to repeat "Pencil Sharpener" several times before I could understand his "accent." He kept telling me it was "not in dere" as I rifled through the crayon bin looking for it, and then pointing up to the shelf it was tucked away on. And he was very patient while he waited for me to catch on. . . Heart-melt. A cliché, I know, but still. . .