Ko Denmark

Plenty of people are dissatisfied with sitting behind a desk and talk about their dreams, starting their own business, not having a boss yadda yadda yadda, Hell, I am one of those people. One day I am determined to start my own hand-made hair-clip business, the next a cheesemongerie - every few months it changes. Rarely do I meet people who actually DO start their own businesses.

Enter Henriette.

We would eat sandwiches and kvetch about work together at ACME CORPORATION. She said she wished there were more organic soap-products on the market. I wished there were too, I said. And now she has done it - she has made lotion, and what jasminy lotion it is! I ordered a bottle. It's lightweight, and smells like milk and lots of jasmine. I put it on at night and the next day I wake up with baby skin. I can put it on my hands, and then open a jar of pickles immediately after because it's not greasy and slippery. Pickles and soft skin = euphoria. The lack of oil-slick alone is reason enough for me to throw away all of my Lush lotions.

Here is her website: http://www.kodenmark.com/

Please take a peek.

Yogurt Success!

Last night I made a successful batch of yogurt for the first time. This happened only because my mother worked at William's-Sonoma and purchased the Euro Cuisine Digital Automatic Yogurt Maker for me for Christmas. It has been sitting on my counter top for weeks, shiny and new, and this is the first time I have had a chance to use it. I apologize for the dark photos, but since our house is wrapped in plastic everything looks like it is the inside of a cave.

There's just something about having a birthday in the second week of January that predestines it to be terrible. Is it the weather? The fact that the holidays are over? What is it that makes January the month where bosses yell, lovers squabble, bank tellers give evil looks, and drivers act meaner on the roads?

I console myself therapy shopping. Behold, a cheerful orange talisman to ward off January that I found at a weather-weary antique store in downtown Kirkland.

So, many thousands of dollars after we agreed to have the entire exterior of our condo ripped off and then replaced, in the middle of winter, we were finally asked to remove all objects from the wall. A night of pulling bookshelves from our wall revealed a sad, scared white palette that was begging for a mural. An email was sent, paint was purchased, friends (and siblings) arrived, and the result was...a church nursery style nightmare of cheerful trees, space aliens, and the tree-spirit of Darth Vader. The below pictures of before and after evidence of our work. The wall is scheduled to be torn down in a few weeks, so we're not terribly distraught.

The inception...

Work in progress...

We have decided to keep our day jobs.