tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33335744309446318882024-02-07T14:52:33.037-05:00nick & belleisabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-91312319285022785832010-10-02T20:45:00.002-05:002010-10-02T20:48:57.627-05:00afternoon<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/5040282544/" title="photo sharing"><img style="width: 438px; height: 293px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4147/5040282544_f8a7380eec.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/5040282544/">DSC_0268</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Just hanging out, wearing some knee socks and stuff.</p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-38452198177938754302010-09-09T23:56:00.002-05:002010-09-10T00:00:58.084-05:00end of summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlro0GhAh1bhyJfmnOK_ppUlmOvw0oSJjHia4qFvKWqU4khpCNlpayQNwZhu5okemc3XRUtUupdGHhbKtNAD8sWLeZEMUwyydj8eRdLCUTgIIypa9EXKYmwJ85Q1YUtbMFisoxwAgk2G9/s1600/DSC_0059.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwlro0GhAh1bhyJfmnOK_ppUlmOvw0oSJjHia4qFvKWqU4khpCNlpayQNwZhu5okemc3XRUtUupdGHhbKtNAD8sWLeZEMUwyydj8eRdLCUTgIIypa9EXKYmwJ85Q1YUtbMFisoxwAgk2G9/s400/DSC_0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515144793489162034" border="0" /></a>Clara will be five months old at the end of this week. She has lots of energy and smiles, but not much hair. Our summer was filled with traveling and fun all over the East and West Coasts. Exhausting!isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-37604956205068253652010-04-21T19:19:00.002-05:002010-04-21T20:26:41.743-05:00hello<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxcIctLaOA8Mr4gPhTt-pdOqyfz2uQcpoQ9RqvYE0NGZwhTkW675XyH6BZE3awXdGwNq9GKq9RraFj-TzPx6A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-54182073088509696982010-03-23T15:43:00.002-05:002010-03-23T15:52:20.610-05:00dog day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4457535115_c2250829a4.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4458312562_017b34a61c.jpg"></a><style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4457537009/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4457537009_0d8e1a2a44.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4457537009/">IMG_0441</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> A suggestion for how you might spend an afternoon in March, if your tastes run to lounging in the pale spring sun, half-hearted fly-catching, and spying on humans.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4457535115_c2250829a4.jpg"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4457535115_c2250829a4.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></a><br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4457535369_4553f38902.jpg"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2752/4457535369_4553f38902.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4457535115_c2250829a4.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4457535115_c2250829a4.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4457535115_c2250829a4.jpg"></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4458312562_017b34a61c.jpg"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4458312562_017b34a61c.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4457536107_33e682f043.jpg"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4457536107_33e682f043.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></a><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><p></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-45508802798272782742010-02-27T15:53:00.003-05:002010-02-27T16:15:27.626-05:00signs of spring<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4385357837_6594d215d0.jpg"></a><style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4385358813/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4385358813_72db1f7be2.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4385358813/">IMG_0290</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> There's an old familiar adage that has a special Seattle variation: "April showers bring May showers". True, but we need to write a new saying about how every February for the two - three weeks around Valentines' Day, the clouds part, the snowy mountain peaks glisten in the sunshine, and every bulb and flowering tree bursts into bloom. The pale, winter-worn people of the metrop seem to float down the sidewalks on clouds of cherry blossom perfume. Dogs frolic with renewed spirit; birds belt out saucy arias at all hours. I've never experienced a more dramatic springtime.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4385357837_6594d215d0.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">In the mediterranean micro-mini-climate of our driveway, our precocious clematis led the way again this year, since it can reach the sunniest high corner of our garden. This is its first bloom of the season, and it motivates me to get out and clean up the ravages of the winter. I uncovered many of our herbs and strawberries, looking fresh and chipper. We also have some mutant tulips that decided to go the full monty and now look like they regret it. It's always a surprise to see who thrives and who simply survives. The clematis is the over-achiever in the thrive bunch.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4386122682_d2b3111519.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: left;">These zigzags are the beginnings of our new stairs. By the time the sun went down, the landing, treads and risers were in all in place. This weekend, the railing will materialize. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"> </span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4386111430_6b5f09ebec.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></span></span></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-75552047502982707102010-02-24T18:35:00.002-05:002010-02-24T18:44:10.355-05:00Moving into our bedroom<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2734/4386110882_fae726094a.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4386110248_61b7142356.jpg"></a><style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4386110442/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4386110442_3e284af411.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4386110442/">IMG_0243</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Although we are not completely moved into our room yet -- no art on the walls, no shelves -- I couldn't wait to share photo. We rolled out the rug, set up the bed, and even hung curtains, making this the most official bedroom we've ever had! Did I mention that we have a real door?</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4386110248_61b7142356.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: left;">In case you were wondering if Nick spends all of his time standing on the very top rung of ladders, the answer is yes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;">. </span>Except when he climbs down every so often to build amazing Valentines' surprises, like this new mirror! It is made from the same cherry wood that he built our ceiling with. This is me, Bauhaus, and the baby at 32 weeks.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2734/4386110882_fae726094a.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 500px; " /></span></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-21694321097777466442010-02-09T12:46:00.002-05:002010-02-09T13:00:29.140-05:00a fresh coat of paint<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4343351769_76853e2972.jpg"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4343351769_f84bfd21a1_o.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4343352273/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4343352273_24b27d95d1.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><div class="flickr-frame"> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4343352273/">IMG_0240</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Our new bedroom is 99% ready, and by the end of today it will be 100%. What's left? A bit of trim and our extra tall door to paint, a bed frame to buy, and a rug pad to put between the cold concrete floor and our rug. Icelandic Poppy is the name of the barely pink color we chose for the walls, our concession to the fact that this bedroom is part nursery, part grown up room.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4343352041_720cfdab85.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">The corner you see here is actually the nursery nook. We left the twisting wooden column white, a nod to the days when this room was used to sew sail cloth for the boats made in Ballard. To the left of the column will be the baby's changing table/dresser, and to the right will be her crib eventually, after she outgrows the co-sleeper. For now we'll put the rocking chair in that corner. We'll add some shelves over the dresser, too. I can't wait to move everything in!</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4343351769_76853e2972.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px; " /></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: left;">Here I am at 30 weeks and 5 days, painting my laundry room. I am wearing: my high tech, not-your-wimpy-dust-mask, asthmatic's special respirator; ancient running shoes; and pre-pregnancy painting jeans held up by the sheer power of will. Attractive!</p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-43038015208382014952010-02-07T13:45:00.004-05:002010-02-07T13:57:45.962-05:00brought to you by the letter A<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4338315190_d54c7eff99.jpg"></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4338314186/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4338314186_f41777f78f.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4338314186/">DSC_0015</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Here are a few shots of Nick installing the ceiling in our room this week. The ceiling is made from cherry wood that we bought in Arlington, WA, in the Skagit Valley.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4338314662_3dcbac2daa.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 500px; " /></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4338315190_d54c7eff99.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4338315190_d54c7eff99.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 500px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4337571021_2e74988f76.jpg"></a></span></span></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4337571021_2e74988f76.jpg"><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4337571021_2e74988f76.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 500px; " /></a></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></span><p></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">The dog is less than enthusiastic about our project. Luckily, the stress hasn't disturbed his sleep habits. Note that his hind paws are tucked under his chin.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2697/4338314662_3dcbac2daa.jpg"></a></span><p></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment" style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-39947490246499533332010-01-27T23:37:00.003-05:002010-01-27T23:54:47.151-05:00Earliest Spring Sprouts<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4310860330/" title="photo sharing"><img style="width: 508px; height: 383px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4310860330_be9c7a3340.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/4310860330/">earliest spring sprouts 1/27/10</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.<br /><br /></span>Last fall I planted our entire container garden with spring bulbs, so that when the baby is born this spring we'll have a garden full of tulips and daffodils. For early spring, I planted fritillaria and crocuses. Yesterday I looked outside and saw these two tiny blooms, much earlier than I expected them!<br /></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment">Nick and I are working hard on our construction project, creating a new bedroom in our warehouse home. I've taken a break from the blog for most of the past year, but now that we have so many exciting projects going on, I will try to better document them. Here are two quick portraits of the parents to be, enjoying the late winter sunshine in our driveway garden. This is also the official start of week 29. Only about 10 weeks to go! Happy 2010!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4310123315_ac697f02d6_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 532px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4060/4310123315_ac697f02d6_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4310859224_1f4293b324_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 532px;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4310859224_1f4293b324_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-48527403810017807082009-03-02T23:48:00.007-05:002009-03-07T13:39:06.573-05:00LA sunset: perpetual twilight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAUfvafOtdmxp5-ryLNzTTc4j-eNzVR_toO0wg2abSxRfRyQsTH2hpeG50ISCfe8EQWLr1NxXdfFArjXRV9NzGZ3FFPw4y08l2cwR9IvOtKTPfTF6yLdVUv6Lqz-DONiDTVAfYNnquOmW/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQAUfvafOtdmxp5-ryLNzTTc4j-eNzVR_toO0wg2abSxRfRyQsTH2hpeG50ISCfe8EQWLr1NxXdfFArjXRV9NzGZ3FFPw4y08l2cwR9IvOtKTPfTF6yLdVUv6Lqz-DONiDTVAfYNnquOmW/s400/DSC_0132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308819236310795250" border="0" /></a><br />Twilight at the Getty Center, perched above the city and the ocean.<br /><br />I just spent five days in LA, scurrying from museum to museum, soaking up as much art and sunshine as possible. I had two great traveling companions, my mom and my Aunt T. We visited the Getty Center and Getty Villa; LACMA and the LaBrea tar pits by moonlight; the Huntington Library and an odd little place with a long name: The Museum of Jurassic Technology. And we saw Mick Jagger, fellow art lover! (Just last week I was at the Met in New York on the same day as Mick -- the usually grim guards were apopleptic!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4jJP7PxaFdbReUvsMI9Mdgo2_ylxuQA-gERBwRsFJ4b8OlNWmhG1IPcf1yzXU3uRKiH98ud8-PvMHovGNealsBUGfWF8poDNcxXAoZIUaAsfqI2IhRxMmE7qXw6fQD-18Pnr5BoPD1J7/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif4jJP7PxaFdbReUvsMI9Mdgo2_ylxuQA-gERBwRsFJ4b8OlNWmhG1IPcf1yzXU3uRKiH98ud8-PvMHovGNealsBUGfWF8poDNcxXAoZIUaAsfqI2IhRxMmE7qXw6fQD-18Pnr5BoPD1J7/s400/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308821230481560594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aFXaqVczPKHRKDOrneYIqBw1U_qaE4TSOtEkXaNVnNcCFgnTQtgf4wyEthmAbnbaZ2jYPNmlw6bn1i7Iv4IbwgdhvSK2lukjk85IL12eMdZivwTX0bkf2dqZa_Xj-fBl8GN-2oIjfKKO/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-aFXaqVczPKHRKDOrneYIqBw1U_qaE4TSOtEkXaNVnNcCFgnTQtgf4wyEthmAbnbaZ2jYPNmlw6bn1i7Iv4IbwgdhvSK2lukjk85IL12eMdZivwTX0bkf2dqZa_Xj-fBl8GN-2oIjfKKO/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308820726720426114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKw72xd-kxWTZdu0PQIAo2RYKrWfyaWjG6eGZ8G2lANe4yIboBsvBKaDgbc8G3wJLhiXcy-7BigOOKUoZDM7J9EP03Vqfb5qqZuWDiQmgta1eADPQQO5zovSUMNQDfYkh5NOUCQCwMTdLG/s1600-h/DSC_0269.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKw72xd-kxWTZdu0PQIAo2RYKrWfyaWjG6eGZ8G2lANe4yIboBsvBKaDgbc8G3wJLhiXcy-7BigOOKUoZDM7J9EP03Vqfb5qqZuWDiQmgta1eADPQQO5zovSUMNQDfYkh5NOUCQCwMTdLG/s400/DSC_0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308822790218724306" border="0" /></a><br />Who knew LA was so green? We arrived after a winter of heavy rains, and were rewarded with abundant plant life on every hill and overpass. LA is louder, brighter, more sun-bleached than reality. It's like a movie.isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-21595770338093843962009-02-20T22:53:00.001-05:002009-02-20T22:53:53.627-05:00new york sunset: city of angles<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/3296759878/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3381/3296759878_c21764897b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/3296759878/">new york sunset: city of angles</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> We spent the last week in New York, celebrating a wedding, some babies, a few toddlers, and one new pregnancy. It was a full week! My mom and I joked that the whole trip was a family planning pitch directed at the visiting young couple. <br />Nick was very sick for the first half of the trip, and as soon as he felt better he hurt his shoulder, so that was kind of rough. But we managed to have a pretty wonderful trip. Thank you everyone.</p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-59040903214060225812009-02-08T02:19:00.003-05:002009-02-08T02:53:25.128-05:00hothouse colors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3261620605_c02f744c7f_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 504px; height: 758px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3354/3261620605_c02f744c7f_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3261620297_453928ff2e_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 333px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3360/3261620297_453928ff2e_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />tulips on my work tableisabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-62988164183326224642009-02-08T01:57:00.004-05:002009-02-08T02:15:43.326-05:00I LEGO NY<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7AF5Q55CHyHntBSmDG2Sohyqrr8eYRsRMIjBtoRqNtmNnrjiWMp9cnutyOuJ4zuFTlTZMIuAU7hRjFlW5T34wOSURXeZarYvgzPjQ7SNO3qj4z3g1wQuIkBEPGZX5dSNVf59S7ioJFyn/s400/01paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300320549398023442" border="0" /></a>As part of what we like to call the Lego Generation, we will always have a soft spot for those hard, sharp little building blocks. That being said, Legos don't usually make us cry unless we step on one, transforming that soft spot from a nostalgic emotion into a very real and tender pad of your foot. <br /><br />This week amazing illustrator Christoph Niemann delighted the ex- Legoists and ex-New Yorkers here in our house, when the NY Times published the latest installment of his <a href="http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/">Abstract City Blog</a>. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyw77YsmWbJHSV8z1_tzWfH0CDQNaLazeDCUqC0loQeNiF7fVs0DvftJhzDzaMBPmJ-lSYy_F7Bf9YrqBpJgBmZUHoplZd_5fNmK-I1TRG1_UD1afZO2_yPeSj_9BeXnbqxchGTsq42qpj/s400/18flatiron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300320140677497186" border="0" /></a>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-84896780073554787852009-01-19T19:11:00.002-05:002009-01-19T19:40:07.359-05:00An exercise in contrasting materials<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/3121206484/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3120/3121206484_89a6dd5077.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/3121206484/">DSC_0006.JPG</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">Soft and sharp, cool and warm. Let the new year be full of exciting new experiences. <br /></p><br /><br /><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br /></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-11577988158817552582008-05-26T22:50:00.003-05:002008-05-26T22:59:48.130-05:00picnic dinner at sunset<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;</style><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2526126031/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2212/2526126031_4061c914e8.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><div class="flickr-frame"> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2526126031/">sunset at Golden Gardens</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Here's something spontaneous that I want to repeat every single night of the summer: we made calzones (personalized with our names spelled out in olives and tomato sauce), jumped in the car, and drove to the beach at Golden Gardens. The calzones were still hot when we got to the beach five minutes later.<br /><br />We sprawled out on the big pink blanket and watched the other families on the beach while Bauhaus kicked as much sand as fast as he could onto the blanket and everything. He dug a substantial hole and lay down in it, leaving us with a small hillock of sand to rest on.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Jr7bQyNlHQ7UZQxlzkeVgJx1mEX657Hyuc_-iLjZ21IwygdpUapAhVhH6QxqajueTvR0o9PUyd3EKGjbQXu9KvYag4rR5CF1usfXKC6PQx2RxJaBfhTReZeg7REsTIgs4NTZiSLN2IWn/s1600-h/DSC_0035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Jr7bQyNlHQ7UZQxlzkeVgJx1mEX657Hyuc_-iLjZ21IwygdpUapAhVhH6QxqajueTvR0o9PUyd3EKGjbQXu9KvYag4rR5CF1usfXKC6PQx2RxJaBfhTReZeg7REsTIgs4NTZiSLN2IWn/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204900569778823858" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">We took lots of photos in the luxurious evening light. It was almost 8:30 when we took these, and there were still lots of people enjoying our neighborhood beach. This first summer evening is a perfect example of why I wanted to move here. Calzones, sandy dogs, and 9 o'clock sunset.<br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvLu9DRMcYtJWT-anyY77D9YK24jqExdPHRP7o5yHfrbqgqVdPShA4pnd17ggdab9c0mql0C0OOyycec4yxCsO7pq0gybc5bVEWgS9amwcLNOpobFsBM4WBRw9J83AWknoAifwC_kEEHG/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsvLu9DRMcYtJWT-anyY77D9YK24jqExdPHRP7o5yHfrbqgqVdPShA4pnd17ggdab9c0mql0C0OOyycec4yxCsO7pq0gybc5bVEWgS9amwcLNOpobFsBM4WBRw9J83AWknoAifwC_kEEHG/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204900999275553474" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment">These are my era-appropriate sunglasses that I wear when we drive in the camper. I believe they once belonged to my sister Eva, who is also era-appropriate to the camper. Eva is coming to spend the summer with us. I can't wait to share this wonderful place with her, including many more picnics.<br /></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-22198654251009709752008-05-26T22:24:00.003-05:002008-05-26T22:35:58.945-05:00pie and roses<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2526946906/" title="photo sharing"><img style="width: 470px; height: 315px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3085/2526946906_8b83a2f0dc.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2526946906/">pie and roses</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Summing up May, a month which begins with handpicked flowers laid out on the front doorstep and ends with strawberries ripening in the garden, is best done quickly, before the delicate memories wilt under summer sun. This month brought lots of celebration, including an elegant mother's day brunch, several spontaneous and chilly barbeques, long distance graduation toasts, and a few relaxing evenings in our little "garden" with friends.<br /><br />My friend <a href="http://inspiredliving-keepitmoving.blogspot.com/2008/05/theres-nothing-like-your-friends.html#links">Kim</a>, an artist from Brooklyn, came to visit with <a href="http://ragekaje.blogspot.com/index.html">KJ</a>, another ex-New Yorker friend who lives here in Seattle now. These two were beyond gracious guests: Kim walked right into the kitchen and started baking a strawberry-rhubarb pie! The little rose next to the pie is our very first blossom of the season. I couldn't take a photo of our first strawberry of the season because I had to wrench it from the jaws of our beastie.<br /></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-36525575460399563172008-04-21T22:35:00.003-05:002008-04-21T22:38:43.024-05:00in my studio this week<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2432684664/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2293/2432684664_895b92411b.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2432684664/">in my studio this week</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> We're really getting down to work, and by we I mean me and Nick. Bauhaus is getting down to a nap under my desk.<br /><br />I love my new studio space that I share with Nick. Even though we are working on very different projects, we seem to maintain an ongoing conversation throughout the day.<br /><br />Last week we unpacked our books! It's a good thing, too, because I had almost forgotten how to read. Here's how they looked a few days ago, in the midst of more unpacking:</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLArLe9JdHTMzwfr6LbijeE80BPdEBTgwyzj3NWFdd0OmGILHGZ1Y_WxvEfZj4E9EPDtP3raKtwJRlbXMynV3_bMD64SlyYGqt6KK9589GknEN7315JdstPLmWN7Ftcozd2-oP8G1VMT2u/s1600-h/2432684470_9b1bfa9f9d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLArLe9JdHTMzwfr6LbijeE80BPdEBTgwyzj3NWFdd0OmGILHGZ1Y_WxvEfZj4E9EPDtP3raKtwJRlbXMynV3_bMD64SlyYGqt6KK9589GknEN7315JdstPLmWN7Ftcozd2-oP8G1VMT2u/s400/2432684470_9b1bfa9f9d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191908838247262850" border="0" /></a></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-52978316387133788372008-04-03T00:33:00.006-05:002008-04-03T00:37:57.486-05:00etsy time!<script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.etsy.com/etsy_mini.js"></script><script type="text/javascript">new EtsyNameSpace.Mini(5168322, 'shop','thumbnail',3,3).renderIframe();</script><br /><br />I'm so very excited about my brand new etsy shop for Piano Nobile! Today we sold our very first item -- one of my bags. I feel like taping a dollar bill to the wall above my desk, even though we got paid in Paypal money, not in dollars.isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-82602206057653321462008-03-13T00:13:00.003-05:002008-03-13T00:16:12.083-05:00bauhaus<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;</style><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2329900828/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3126/2329900828_a3d9d964ba.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><div class="flickr-frame"> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2329900828/">first day with bauhaus</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Yesterday we welcomed a puppy to the shop, and here he is. Bauhaus, or Bau for short, is 6 months old. He is a pointer mix. That mix may include basset hound, beagle, or another smell hound. Smell, not smelly. He is not smelly, or loud, or mean. He is timid and sweet and in need of training. He came from a wonderful shelter called PAWS, where a team of big-hearted volunteers shepherd a rowdy herd of lost dogs with the utmost sympathy and care. Our guy had only arrived three days before we happened to stop by, but he had already won many fans.<br /><br />Today we went on 478 walks, brushed his spotted coat, tempted him with treats, rewarded much sitting and shaking paws, and sat around watching him sleep. What a good boy!</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2060/2329901248_8169e1e401_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2060/2329901248_8169e1e401_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-83184032260174754262008-03-11T00:07:00.001-05:002008-03-11T00:07:54.293-05:00seedlings<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2325320381/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/2325320381_edaef734b7.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2325320381/">my nasturtium seedlings</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> I am taking advantage of the beautiful light that floods our new home by starting as many little seedlings as I can. These are nasturtiums. I also have basil and hyacinth vine. The vine is out of control already, and the basil is hanging back, keeping its cards close to the vest. They have personalities, these plants.</p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-75626300860852476712008-03-05T18:46:00.001-05:002008-03-05T18:46:07.689-05:00work like an egyptian<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2302855996/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2302855996_83da27356e.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2302855996/">our house in february</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> I couldn't resist photographing Nick as he installed our new bookshelves. His classical poses are refined, timeless, yet undeniably macho. You should see him do the laundry.</p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-42697211422390932952008-03-01T14:25:00.003-05:002008-03-01T14:29:45.111-05:0050th street bakery, in homage to sullivan street bakery<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2302058103/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3081/2302058103_22536675bd.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2302058103/">cauliflower focaccia</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Oh how we miss you, Sullivan Street Bakery! This humble offering is our first attempt at baking bread in the style of our favorite bakery in New York. Mmmm!<br /><br />Beginning with a basic focaccia recipe, I added thick slices of cauliflower marinated in turmeric and curry spices, laid out symmetrically like book-matched wood veneers. I seared the cauliflower briefly in a pan before laying it over the dough just before baking. The bread rises around the topping and nestles it.<br /><br />I made this for dinner last night when we had friends over. I'm so glad it turned out! We ate it with bell peppers stuffed with quinoa and almonds; and a lentil, spinach, and roasted tomato casserole thing topped with pappadams and a cilantro sauce. Yum!</p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-87203477403136184252008-02-06T12:15:00.001-05:002008-02-06T12:33:25.356-05:00on the auction block<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; }</style><div class="flickr-frame"> <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2245143517/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2271/2245143517_c60ca311d7.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2245143517/">sweet pea & chrysanthemum 1</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> My friend Brittany invited me to donate artwork to benefit the <a href="http://depts.washington.edu/urbhort/index.html">Washington Park Arboretum</a>. Each year they host the <a href="http://www.gardenshow.com/seattle/index/index.asp">Northwest Flower and Garden Show</a> at the convention center, which kicks off with a big gala the night before the official public opening. In addition to thousands of plants over six acres and lots of fancy snacks and about 400 guests all dressed up, the gala includes this benefit auction. I am so excited to participate!<br /><br />Here are the two pieces I donated, titled Sweet Pea & Chrysanthemum I & II. They are each about 6 inches wide and 8 - 10 inches tall. They are framed and archivally matted; the first two pieces of a new drawing series I am working on.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVgJ50kJs2B2Pjx_Couh6ctXR9OfYNFGLaMNa9l1oSvLCrtGFTEwDqIlW1A1RxEjoaqO_6z1qGAaC_ci8SaVmtbtYpYq7Pnu4tYUrMRvfC_DqqkCIY6TzIyHV8wCk-2NBJ0zmgo6cIXnqe/s1600-h/IMG_2134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 444px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVgJ50kJs2B2Pjx_Couh6ctXR9OfYNFGLaMNa9l1oSvLCrtGFTEwDqIlW1A1RxEjoaqO_6z1qGAaC_ci8SaVmtbtYpYq7Pnu4tYUrMRvfC_DqqkCIY6TzIyHV8wCk-2NBJ0zmgo6cIXnqe/s400/IMG_2134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163917370217286258" border="0" /></a></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br />The Arboretum is a gorgeous 200+ acre park in the heart of the city. It was founded in 1934 and designed by the Olmstead Brothers, sons of the Olmstead who designed Central and Prospect Park. The Arboretum's <a href="http://depts.washington.edu/wpa/history.htm">history</a> notes that the construction of the Olmstead Brothers' beautiful landscape provided work relief to Depression-stricken Seattle laborers. Today, the Arboretum features expansive trails and countless native species as well as an elegant Japanese Garden. I just love it, and I'm pretty jealous that Brittany gets to work there!<br /></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-84010408683669444222008-02-06T11:16:00.000-05:002008-02-06T11:59:16.076-05:00raise high the roof beams, carpenters*<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxLLJ3FL03lIWJ0_yP8QyXPrAxFW7G-6SOeLcGR3xMbCVF1v1PKq57onDAohsOeUiYYgA4-cKw9Ssnf5iiRgA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />We hoisted the steel beams for the second floor! (And by 'we' I mean the burly team of Nick, Don, and Chad). Earlier this week, Nick placed the four steel columns that stretch from floor to ceiling, with help from Chad and Mike. Now the beams float along the columns without touching the walls on either side.<br /><br />*my favorite story by JD Salinger<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXklpNUOBywRNr8x2MV4j_VgQUyGwSO99qY5IxpGwTwZFsXWeRF0JrmWY7ctXArWRnHTu7YiDvBaM6ix2NRKlpzpsOQaO7FLMtFJ_bCV96MhSdW-xNSACDSMleATqPsiNfMSRIp8eO3fLr/s1600-h/IMG_2121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXklpNUOBywRNr8x2MV4j_VgQUyGwSO99qY5IxpGwTwZFsXWeRF0JrmWY7ctXArWRnHTu7YiDvBaM6ix2NRKlpzpsOQaO7FLMtFJ_bCV96MhSdW-xNSACDSMleATqPsiNfMSRIp8eO3fLr/s400/IMG_2121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163910932061309538" border="0" /></a>On Monday Nick laid down the flooring for our airy upstairs. It is made from the same fir boards as the ceiling, called car decking. Tongue and groove car decking got its name from its original use: as the floor, or deck, of railroad cars. Once the floor was in place, I began to clean and paint each of the tall columns yesterday. It was hard, dirty, rusty work, but I was so entranced by Super Tuesday coverage on public radio that the day flew by. Today I will paint the beams, try to avoid painting the car decking, and think about how I will cast my vote in my new state's caucus this weekend.isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3333574430944631888.post-89372925148852696732008-02-02T23:57:00.001-05:002008-02-03T00:03:41.862-05:00more progress!<style type="text/css">.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top</style><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2238505234/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2216/2238505234_9ae03a248a.jpg" class="flickr-photo" alt="" /></a><br /><div class="flickr-frame"> <span class="flickr-caption"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/isabellegrizzard/2238505234/">shop panorama 4.jpg</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/isabellegrizzard/">isabelle gr</a>.</span></div> <p class="flickr-yourcomment"> Our space is looking quite polished these days. Looking back at the month of January, we've accomplished nearly everything on our construction list, from the front door to the bathroom sink. Last night, we spent the night there for the first time since we got to Seattle two months ago! It was so quiet and airy. The morning light crept in gradually until the whole room was glowing.</p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br /></p><p class="flickr-yourcomment"><br /></p>isabellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09418289072811135299noreply@blogger.com1