Back to school, bitches!

I do not normally address my glorious children, the very fruit of my loins, in this manner. Of course I do not. But Thanksgiving break kinda kicked my ass.

And I made them cinnamon rolls. What more do you want?

On Wednesday.

On Wednesday, the young gentlemen and I had a little San Francisco adventure. It was a gorgeous clear day and we were joined my gorgeous clear sister (also known as Aunt Liza) at the beautiful Legion of Honor, where we contemplated Rodin's The Thinker. We were inspired and thrilled by Japanese prints and whined because we were hungry.

And because we were in the neighborhood, we stopped by my old SF apartment (fourth photo, upper right windows), where one could hear the foghorns at night and see the very tippy top of the Golden Gate bridge from the fire escape, and where I spent the better part of my twenties, mostly in tears. But that's another story. Then we ate grilled sandwiches at Angelina's, my ultra-favorite coffee shop and deli.

Not pictured, but also in the neighborhood: Rainbow Wash, where my favorite jeans were stolen and Westlake Grocery, where I learned that I do not smoke. Also, another story.

Friday, I'm in love....

So very much in love with these delish shoes from jcrew. And with socks? To die for. I kept the catalog around for a week just so I could look at the picture of them. Yeah. I did. And then I pitched it because I just couldn't see myself wearing them to kindergarten. I'll just admire them from afar.

My baby sent me a letter.

I got a letter from Fin. And I'm a big fat show-off.

Also, Happy Thanksgiving.

Remember these?

Maybe not. It's the glorious Waste-Not Tote! Same delicious recycled canvas as the Waste-Not Shoulder Bag, two pockets outside, gorgeous scrappy stripes.... In the shop soon!

Three things.

1. Everything is more complicated than it seems.

2. The more I learn about the global economy, the harder it is to feel good about anything.

3. I have to go make chocolate-chip banana bread with my kids now.

Thank you, Grandma!

I got a box in the mail from my grandma last week. She hopes I can use some of her old sewing stuff. Christmas came early my dears, because there's nothing I like more than old stuff, unless it's surprise old stuff from Marge!

Look! Scarves! Some are better than others and I want to wear all of them - even though I'm accessory-challenged. It's a real disability.

Remember Kathy Ireland? She thought one size fit all. I wonder what happened to her.

Really, Grandma?

And zips!

And a shoebox-full of "extra buttons." I always wondered where I got my hoarding tendencies.

And thread as far as the eye can see....

But this is, by far, my favorite thing. The name tags she sewed into my Dad's clothes when he went to camp. Fifty years ago. Oh, Grandma - I love you! And I'm so grateful! Thank you thank you - I will use everything and love every minute. I couldn't be more delighted....

And super-thanks to Uncle Wob for packing it all up and shipping it out here.

xoxo Love,

Becky