On a gray and rainy day like this one, I think it's awfully nice to be surrounded by color!










...look at this dreamy globe photo seen on black*eiffel, a cool blog written by a witty girl named Rachel. The photo is by an artist named Natamatika.
Also found on black*eiffel, a feature on London based artist, Elisabeth Lecourt. Look at the beauty in the intricate folds of these old maps. I just love them. 

I hope you had some fun this Labor Day weekend. We miss you already Eric! For those of you who asked, Eric is my 26 year step son. My friend of 20 years. We had lots of laughs, played board games, talked music and ate banana pudding. It was good pudding. So good it was gone before I could take a picture of it. This is the version that calls for Eagle Brand milk. When I cook with eagle brand milk, I always think of this childhood tale of excess. You see, my sister and I LOVED Eagle Brand milk. We'd get a teensy taste every so often when it was being used in a recipe by mom or Mommy Elta, our grandmother. Likely that faux cheesecake in graham cracker crust with canned cherry topping. Remember that? Anyway, it was just enough to make us want more. One day, we snuck a can to our back yard, along with a can opener and two spoons. We proceeded to eat the entire can. Bad idea. I don't recall if we got a spanking. Believe me. Consuming a can of Eagle Brand has its own built in punishment. 






