What Exactly Are You Examining?

I paid a visit to an optometrist last Thursday. It's been almost 3 years since my laser eye surgery (which I am VERY happy with btw) and I wanted to know where my eyesight settled.

Nick apparently has near 20/20 vision. He's always able to read signs farther away and words smaller than I. And so, I've long had a clue that laser surgery didn't leave my eyes perfect. Though on that subject, any improvement from -5 or -6 vision (the average glasses wearer is probably in the -2 or -3 range) is an absolute miracle worth paying alot for.

Not having perfect vision but being able to see everything I need to see (without any corrective device) is exactly where I wanted to be. Glasses are something to be hated if you have to wear them daily or fumble with contacts. Relying on eyewear is torture and I particularly hated going to sleep not being able to see much around me once my eyeballs were taken out so to speak. But if you're not blind without 'em it's easy to appreciate them as a cute fashion add-on.

I was expecting and hoping that Mr. Optometrist would give me the awesome diagnosis I wanted, "You don't need eyewear but... I'd recommend a pair for driving... "or something like that. I want to again have the option of framing my eyes from time to time. Though messing with contacts would not be worth the trouble or cost.

As with most Dr appointments, your time is not of the essence and so I waited... and waited. After they did whatever they apparently needed to do--which probably included a cigarette break and a stop at Starbucks--a medical assistant or what-not called me back.

She began asking me questions she would know the answers to if she'd reviewed the 3 pages of paperwork I'd just filled out. I think I was pretty successful in my efforts to remain patient with her despite her taking notes on my answers on the papers where the answers already were.

She left. I peered around. I looked at the blank slate on the back wall where the eye chart is projected. I looked at the mirror on the top right of the front wall that apparently helps the image reflect onto the lower left section of the front wall. I thought hard about how that could work. So mysterious. I peered at the contact solution samples. I fidgeted with my fingers and tapped my feet on the Dr.'s stool sitting next to the elevated exam chair I was in. As I moved my squirmy foot I released a lever on the stool resulting in a somewhat loud metal clang.

Shortly after the clanging, in comes the Dr. I'd forgotten what pervs eye Dr.'s can be. Something about being 2" from your face in the dark does it I guess. Mr. Optometrist asks me if I had trouble checking in. You look stressed he says. I recognize this as a bullshit observation to start things off with me being impressed with his sympathetic super-nice-guy shtick. I try to passify his curiosity on my emotional state by admitting I'm a little impatient. I'm 'A Type' all the way.

I was not the least bit impressed or moved by his attempt to connect with my apparently overtly weary soul. Eye Dr.'s are usually not very clever philanderers I must say. "Let's get those eyes checked out. So you can find a spouse. Easier to meet people if you can see them." he says. I didn't laugh. But I didn't have to fill any silence cuz he quickly followed up with, "Oh, I see. You're married."

I'm gonna call bullshit again. My guess is you'd already noticed my ring but decided on a lame attempt to bait me for a little flirtation. If that works with other women - wow - but the fact that you're personality and observations are predictable and that you look like Bradley Whitford meets John Slattery does not work in your favor.

The Doc goes on to ask me questions about medications I'm on, ya know, questions I wrote the answers to in that darn paperwork I apparently filled out for no one. The subject of medication moves us to the subject of fertility.

"Why are you trying to have kids already?" he says.
"I'm 29." I say.
"Exactly my point." he says.
"I don't wanna be 50 when my kids start their first year in junior high." I say.
"Oh, you don't wanna be like me." He says.
"You haven't started on kids yet?" I say.
"No. I have, but they're babies and I'm almost 50." He says. "But you did say you were impatient."

I go on to ask him how that parental sitch works and whether he feels the kiddos will miss out on his participation. He goes on to tell me that seeing as how he has ample money they are well provided for and have no worries and I go on to tell him that my concerns don't have to do with how much money one has, but rather issues of energy, etc.

By this time he'd pulled his stool up close to mine, ya know so close you can almost feel the doc's nutsack on your knee. Which is obviously the best part of eye exams for us women. Psych. Or Syke, however it's spelled.

I was so grateful to be tested and find that I could read more than 'the big E' on the chart and after trying this or that lens, the test was done.

"You are somewhat nearsighted." he said. "Not at all a bad way to be. When your friends are wearing bifocals, you wont be."

He proceeded to put some sort of numbing drop in my eye (without explaining what it was for) and walked out of the room telling me the MA would be right in.

The MA comes in and says we're gonna head to a darker room so my eyes will dialate. On the journey to the dimly lit room I notice a display of pamphlets titled "Living With One Good Eye." I kid you not. That's what they were titled.

She motions toward a chair and I take a seat across from Ron. A dude on his cell phone who apparently likes to make business calls in the semi-dark. All the while trying to not be overly annoyed by the sub-par version of 'Moon River' playing overhead. In a vibrating voice, "Mooooo ooon riva' I'm crossin uoo uuoo in styyyle..."

Ron, with his Teva sandals and wool socks goes on to finish his convo. Something about how he had to lay off a guy named Shane but wants to bring him back to help him make 60ft metal rings for the Olympics.

About 5 minutes later, wishing I'd picked up that pamphlet for entertainment, she brings me back to the exam room. Then she leaves. Mr Optometrist is back. He does a final check of my eyes--again, his nutsack grazing my knee--and says "Beautiful. There is definitely nothing wrong with your eyes."

By this time I thought we'd solidified that we didn't like each other. Remember, you're the geezer who doesn't give a shit about your kids and Im that no-fun girl who wont respond to your quips.

I said, "So you're saying I don't need glasses?" He says, "No, glasses are exactly what I recommend." And I think to myself, then why did you say there was nothing wrong with my eyes?

Thinking the appointment was about over he decides to tell me that he thinks I was ballsy (yes, I objected to that choice of word given what anatomy was skimming my knee cap) to have gotten laser eye surgery in Hong Kong. Now, you might be thinking he knows what he's talking about being in the field and all, but I assure you this is not the case. Generally speaking American professionals know very little about their respective fields across the world unless they've been exposed to specific case studies.

I told him that I wasn't in fact ballsy unless you're considering that eye surgery anywhere is ballsy. You gotta know the culture I said. There are certain professions in Hong Kong where people are well trained and educated and some where they absolutely aren't. A wide wide pendulum. Its an unpredictable complicated reality you'd only know from living there yourself.

In the end I got the diagnosis I wanted. -.75 in one eye and -1.00 in the other. Thats pretty darn great. The Dr.'s words were exactly what I wanted..."You dont have to wear glasses, but..." I was elated. New glasses! Which I can wear when I want and not wear when I want. He left me for the final time without much fanfare. And I wasted no time leaving.

I quickly made my way to the offices optical shop and scanned walls of mounted frames looking for what would become my new edgy accessory. After trying and re-trying about 20 pairs I asked an employee for help with the selection process. I sat while she watched me model my final 3 picks.

"Oh, definitely not those." she said. "The dark frame makes you look like you have a unibrow."

I thanked her for her honest opinion and proceeded with the other two pairs. In an amazing feat the pair that she loved were the cheapest and I agreed the turquoise trim on those frames looked quite awesome on me. So it was settled and they were ordered. I should get them this week!

I'll close with this, if any of you readers happen to be semi-blind... I whole-heartedly recommend laser eye surgery. It is well worth the money and the 5 minutes of surgery?, well it is surgery, but it is over so quick. And, who doesn't want to visit the optometrist less often. Unless you're one of those other easily impressed girls Mr. Optometrist prefers to have as a patient.

My Financial Confessional

I've done alot of returning this month. Might be a record, I don't know. Many times I bought something, and then realized it wasn't worth the money and wasn't a good choice. Here's what I have returned (so far):

1) A pair of open-toed boots from DSW. They were a whopping $70 but looked so cute on me. I saw them, didn't buy them and then went back to dsw to buy them. However, with my 'price per use' buying approach there was NO way I could justify them.

2) A pair of $30 simple black shoes from Payless. Good for winter. Comfortable. However the style was not great and I just bought them out of desperation. If I'd kept them I probably would've fought an immediate grumbling desire for 'better' shoes. Glad I took 'em back and kept looking.

3) A sweater from Old Navy. I'd bought one for $34.50 and then it went on sale for like $19 or something. Returned the old, got a different one.

4) I bought a few things from Marshall's that I didn't need, but wanted. A pair of silicone coated tongs, 2 small au gratin dishes. I realized I already have a pair of silicone tongs and the dishes I just wanted cuz they'd complete a set I have but I have no real need of them and haven't used the one piece I do have yet. I also returned some furniture cream and tights. I went home and looked at the couch and couldn't find the spot I'd wanted the cream for, maybe it's cuz of the low winter light. And the tights? Definitely not a need.

5) I bought a pretty cheap pasta dough roller and cutter and turns out it worked like it was pretty cheap. I also bought a silicone pot handle cover. The pasta machine went back due to bad performance, the handle cover because it wasn't a need -I've been able to manage thus far without one.

So, that's all I can think of at the moment. As I've mentioned before, I have a HUGE case of the wants this month. I've prayed for contentment. Still praying for contentment.

This 'case of the wants' is so bad I actually had an impromptu 'table sale' (a very mini version of a yard sale) when my in-laws came over last night. Made a few dollars, happy about that, but what would that 'Ask Eloise' person say about me as a hostess? Probably not good things. Although she probably would first be lambasting me for letting the in-laws do the cooking of the dinner we invited them over for.

Acck! Acck! So, this month still has 13 days and despite all of the above returns there are other non-essential items I bought and kept (some wilton frosting tips, legos, cardamom for $10, extra junk food, a wallet for $40 when I could've gotten a less nice one for about $15) and a few incidents of 'lost' money, eg bought some undies and bras at an outlet store - dont wanna pay for gas to go back and try to return them, let alone not sure if they allow returns. Had to buy tabs for the car. Got a $40 ticket because they were expired (didn't realize this) and bought $10 earrings that don't work for my ears only to then see a 'final sale' sticker on them - so, there will be reckoning come November 1st. It just might be a 5.9 on the Richter scale versus a 7.9 or something given some of my attempts to make good of certain bad buying choices.

Oh, and in case you're curious, the money from the 'table sale' will not be going to cover prior 'extra' purchases but rather to fund another purchase or two. Yea.... I think I need a check-up to immunize me against this nasty, nasty case of the wants. I have mixed feelings about confessing it here. No doubt this will spur Nick on to further crack down on my misaligned heart, and as you can see I am not exactly cooperating with the change I am praying for...

Good and Bad of Yesterday

I was blessed to have a chef (grad from culinary school) come over to teach me how to make pasta and pizza dough yesterday. I was only able to have this experience given a special one-time offer of $20 for a 2 hour in-home class. We made plans for last Thursday and a scheduling error meant she didn't show up... She offered me an extra class, but instead just ended up staying longer yesterday to finish our baking projects - 3 hours for $20!!!! I am thrilled at the thought that I can now make my own pasta. Lets just hope that my next attempt (solo) turns out just as good. First, I gotta buy a pasta roller/cutter ($35/$45) since we used hers yesterday.

Another awesome thing, earlier this week I ordered shoes online. I was desperate for non-open toed shoes for winter (still short on winter stuff given time in HK and I didn't buy that much last winter) and I'd shopped at Macy's, Sears, Payless, DSW, Footwear something-or-other, and did not happen upon any practical non-heel, non-sandal shoes which I both liked and could buy in my size and price range!

After visiting so many brick and mortar stores with no success I decided it best to try dsw.com cuz 1) they have a bigger selection than the store itself AND 2) I could return anything bought online to a local dsw store vs shipping my order back. But, dsw.com didn't have shoes I wanted in in the size I needed either! I searched so many online sites. Amazon, Zappos, you name it. Finally I found Rocket Dog shoes on Overstock.com and decided at 24.99 it was worth the risk to order a pair of black and a pair of brown in a mary jane-meets-dr marten kind of style, with free shipping.

I took the plunge and got an email Tuesday confirming my order had shipped and would arrive in 5-7 business days. The very next day, yesterday, as I'm leaving my house at 4pm I notice a box on my front step. Yea! My shoes had magically arrived already!?! And the really great news is?? They fit and look great!

I'd owned a pair of Rocket Dog shoes before and so was crossing fingers that the brand's sizing is consistent between styles, and thankfully it is. And the construction and comfort is as good as my previous pair had been. The shoes are sort of felt-ish, and the tips look a little bit worn, which I suspect maybe Overstock sells some returned items? But, given other sites sell these shoes for $45 a pair (vs $25) I won't complain.

Around the same time my shoes arrived I'd been getting myself together to leave the house and could not find my wallet anywhere. Not in my purse, not upstairs, not downstairs, not in the car or under any cushions. The only place I'd been earlier in the day was QFC to buy eggs and whole milk for the baking class and so I decided that although I've never been one to leave my wallet anywhere, I had no where else to look. I honestly thought 90% chance the grocery store's lotto slash customer service desk wouldn't have it -- I just don't lose my purse or wallet outside the house ever!

Well, QFC did have it. And it appears all my cards and cash are still in there. I really, really was not up for losing the $25 that's in there, I need every dollar I have this month . I was soo glad to recover everything. The perhaps funny thing is, last week I bought a 'real' wallet. I've never owned one before and have always used makeshift pouches or zip-top things, leaving my purse somewhat unorganized. For whatever reason I'd seen wallets as a frivolous unnecessary purchase. But, I decided that to be a 'real adult' I needed to be able to account for everything in my purse and find it without the usual 3 minute search. Point being, I wonder if that change in my normal somehow lead to me leaving it?

I recall setting the wallet down by the debit card machine. I figure I left it sitting there. I also recall the cashier not being very friendly. I suspect she saw it as I walked away but did not call after me deciding it more gratifying to let me squirm later on when I realized my loss. No one called after me, the wallet was in plain sight, her eyes were on me as I left. All-around, poopy experience huh? But, glad I didn't have to cancel all my cards, etc.!

Another weird/bad event yesterday... Wednesday nights Nick and I lead groups at our church, him a men's group and me ladies. We co-lead groups of about 10 people. Anyway, in the middle of our leaders prep meeting the power goes out. Fifteen minutes before the official group starts and participants will begin showing up. There we are finishing our prayer time in the dark with 2 or 3 flashlights amongst the group of 25 of us. After the church leaders consulted it was decided we would have to cancel the night's group. We group leaders stayed to greet anyone who showed up to tell them of the cancellation.

As I drove home I worried about our house. In previous years a power outage might've been fun, but this month I just did not want to deal with having to replace groceries. Seeing as how the church is about a mile from our home I thought it a 50/50 guess on whether our lights were out. On my ride home from the church I saw houses that had power, then houses that didnt have power, then houses that did again and was no closer to knowing what was the case at our place.

I am thrilled to be able to say that this story ends with good news. We never lost power! My milk, eggs, cheese, etc... nothing wasted. Thank you Jesus.

Not quite done telling of the day's drama however... Nick came home at 5pm to find the garage door wide open. How could this be? He'd shut it when he left. I'd not been in the garage at all yesterday... Was a neighbors remote somehow opening our garage door? After discussing and pondering, me thinking that likely Nick hadn't actually closed the door as he left... It came back to me that at 4, when the shoes had arrived, my wallet was gone, I'd heard what sounded like our garage door opening. Could Nick be home early I thought? I looked out our kitchen window and saw a neighbors door open across the way. I waited a few minutes to see if Nick would come walking up the stairs (while desperately wanting to get to QFC) and nothing. I assumed I'd misheard. I left.

So I began telling Nick the story of the noise I'd heard at 4pm yesterday and how it was strange that he found the door open given what I'd heard. After some discussion he got the idea to retrieve my remote opener from my purse and press it while upstairs near the other end of the house. The garage door opened! How strange. Apparently in my frantic search of my purse for my wallet I'd inadvertently opened our garage. Crazy. Who knew the thing works on the opposite side of the house upstairs. Lesson learned.

Well, what a day it was. What a day!

Last Night's Dream

An hour ago I woke from a dream where I was being pursued by car by Sweeney Todd. He was behind me in his cruella deville/bat-mobile-ish thing and wanted me to drive a certain direction. I was lonely and feeling worthless at the time (I was 16) and considered following him.

It was wintery, the sky was ominous (I know how to set the mood even in my dreams apparently) and our car hoods were covered in about an inch of snow. Somehow, as only characters can, he reached his arm out of his driver's side car window (while driving) and with a hand long enough to write in the snow on the hood of his car he began carving out letters, a message on where he wanted me to go.

How smart of him seeing as how I was in the lead with my car. I watched him etch in my rearview mirror. I felt competing desires. He was the higgest bidder. Someone really wanted me. And yet I knew he wasn't eventually going to lead me to good things--though I don't think in the dream I necessarily thought or knew he wanted to kill me.

I couldn't decide what to do. I didn't have hope for what tomorrow held anyway but I kept my gaze forward, and drove judiciously hoping he'd believe I hadn't seen him behind me or his letters. He quickly, almost magically, sped in front of me (as only possible in dreams) and all-at-once there was a stretch of skinny tire tracks in the snow ahead of my car. He was moving fast. I stared at the greyish tracks in the white snow and wondered whether to follow. It was clear he was intent on reeling me in, only me, in that moment.

Someone wanted me. Really wanted me. Did I care what he wanted with me?

There's a little more to the dream, which weaves in actual people and places from my history... But in interest of time, and appropriateness of this forum, I'll be selective with details...

I am undecided on the place of dreams in the Christian life. However, I an confortable to ponder it a bit. Of course the obvious question I might have would be... Am I, or have I ever been so lonely or felt so worthless than I would follow an evil man? I haven't seen the 'Sweeney Todd movie' mind you, but I've read the synopsis and know the storyline.

I know in that time of my life (15-18) I didn't understand why people wanted to live long lives. I remember when I was 18/19 when on shopping trips where perhaps the opportunity came up to buy pretty comforter or 'invest' in little piece of furniture for my room (I still lived with my parents for various reasons I wasn't thrilled with) and I hated the sense of commitment, of fear, of unrelatability that came with the idea of buying things that you expected to be permanent fixtures in your life. I didn't like anything that required me to think 5 years out for that matter. I liked stuff, but not anything with a sense of commitment to it. A T-shirt? No commitment. A CD? No commitment, you just use it. A desk? A bedspread? A lamp? They represented 'settling down' and I certainly wasn't anywhere near settled.

In my dream Sweeney Todd represented a specific man in my life. That's not me interpretting the dream, that was sorta known in the dream as in the first half of it he appeared as he did, in flesh, back then. And the 'stage/geography' in the dream was where he and I usually saw each other. The dream began with this man being busy talking to other people, as sometimes he was back then. He was social, networked, and he knew I'd wait.

I was waiting for that man... And he knew it. It apparently worked for both of us. My patience turned to anger. I wanted to go and I was angry at having to wait for my ride out of there. I'd ridden with my parents who were also there and they too were talking, and talking, to someone or someones. At this point I wasn't so much thinking about that man (he'd faded out of the scene in that moment) but about how angry I was at my parents for not caring that I had been sitting for 90 minutes waiting for them. I was captive. Note: I didn't get my license until I was 17. So in the dream I wasn't allowed to drive, but somehow I must've hijacked my parents car, although this was skipped over in the 'story.'

In pondering my following Sweeney, I am thinking about this: what if my subconscience was (in the dream and in real life?) choosing between a) being with people who I felt abused and ignored me, maybe did or didn't love me or, b) with someone who I knew didn't love me, but really really wanted me and heck, I hadn't been planning on living a long life anyway..... I didn't know how to have hope for the future.

Did I just venture over into dream interpretation? I'm not sure... But, this dream was such a strange combination of the really unusual, and the really real, that I couldn't chalk it up to meaningless REM sleep induced entertainment without a little rumination first.

Jeans never tasted so sweet

I wonder if you, like me, can remember mornings in your childhood where all you could think about was getting dressed. Maybe there was a special outfit. Or maybe getting dressed was the last 'task' standing in between you and somewhere awesome you couldn't wait to go.

I can bring back a few memories of little me getting ready in the morning. The night before the first day of school for 1st grade. I set out my light blue top and blue pants with tiny pink dots and white high top shoes. I remember laying the shirt above the pants flat on the floor and sitting still for awhile envisioning myself in that outfit. My attachment to those hand-me-down items was palpable. I was happy.

I can also remember at a young age learning the lessons around color matching. I can still remember my purple sweater with red hearts. I know every girl, of all ages, who passed through the '80's had something red and purple, and probably geometry came into the equasion too which shapes being the rage then.

But not suprisingly, at that age I had no clue thousands of people owned purple sweaters with red hearts. Mine was special. Mine was lovely. And I wanted to wear it all the time. I recall one day my mom having to explain to me that I couldn't wear my favorite skirt with my favorite top. 'I get that you love them both alot, but they aren't for wearing on the same day...' was the message.

The details around the skirt are a little fuzzy. I'm thinking it was pastel, maybe striped, I don't know for sure but I do remember it beginning to sink in that it the two pieces maybe weren't the best mates...

This morning I woke up excited to get ready. In a rush to get dressed you could say. Not because I am headed to Disneyland or because I bought a great new wardrobe item. In fact it's 6am on a Saturday and I would rather not be awake and heading to a dr appointment, but those are the facts.

The last few months have brought with them arduous battles of bulges. Yes, plural. I've honestly been living in yoga-ish clothing (though make no mistake I hate yoga) as it has been the only items in my wardrobe that have fit. The idea of having 10 out of 500 pieces of clothing that fit may sound concerning to you. And you may have noticed I haven't worn jeans or anything beyond a tank top or man sized t-shirt of late. And while it's been hot and sweaty here in Washington, that isn't the reason for the simple, reduced attire.

I haven't gotten obese. I realize that. But, my wardrobe unfortunately was filled with alot of items that simply had no flex room. Anyone who's fluxuated in size knows that there are certain weights or sizes that bring with them tighter clothing that just frankly have little flexibility.

And so my wardrobe would not forgive the 10 or 15 pounds I'd added. I had been flucuating, losing 5lbs and then gaining them--and then awhile back it just kept creepin up. Ya know, one step forward (a good workout and healthy dinner) and two steps back (that 4th meal from taco bell at 9pm after a full dinner) and before you know it I was banished from anything except my 'sloppy wear.'

I've been working out hard lately. And not giving in to the munchies. On vacation I had access to a gym and lots of free time on my hands so my workouts were extended and consistent. And since returning last week I've been building on that progress and the weeks before.

At some point in the last 3 months inevitably there was a day where I wanted to wear my jeans and sadly, trying to do so brought bad news. And I did try a few times after but those attempts served as a wake up call that it was more than just an lb or 2 that stood in my way.

Mind you, we are NOT talking about 'skinny jeans' (which is a term I don't care for, btw) we ARE talking about my 'everyday jeans' - which might help you vicariously feel the sting of dissapointment I lived with having my 'normal' duds out of the 'working zone'....

Anyway, as I ran my hands around my midsection in the past few days (which I do often, multiple times daily) to take stock of how much extra is there, I felt progress. The tire is deflating if you will. And yesterday I decided that today would be the day that I would retrieve the jeans and learn the truth of whether they were ready to have me back.

I am wearing said jeans as I write. That's the good news. The really good news. The bad news? Well, they are a bit tight. True, they are tight jeans, which is why this whole problem surfaced to begin with, but today they're really tight. But I can fasten them! And I can get away with wearing them. And I am stoked. Just a few more days. Probably by next weekend they'll fit like they used to.

I'm thinking I may put up with the inevitable marks around my mid-section which I will no doubt have by noon today, just because I am that ready to go out into public in something other than gym-ish materials.

I suppose the upswing to being headed to a dr appointment which will involve disrobing is that by the time I get there, today I may want to take my clothes off.

Both Aacck and Aawww

Sometimes I think Survivor has got it all wrong sending people into the jungle. Sure there's something to be said for having to weave one's own underwear and out-swim that strange naked guy (who's challenged in the weaving department) to reach the massive floating deck and bouy that are for some reason situated out in the amazon river.

Most of you know I am a part-time nanny. It's a hell of a job. I love it actually. But some days, boy does it have a way of testing that love. There are moments I flirt with insanity--but the good news is--that passes as quickly as it came. On the plus side, there is no long-standing stress as with projects at the office. No heart-less HR people. But, I wonder if there should be a 'childcare component' to the Survivor competition.

Today, I was so stretched I experienced angst-induced laughter. You know where you're so crazed you begun to bubble over with giggles?

Yea, today was tough. Funny thing is, now that I've been away from the kiddos for 2 hours, had a good dinner and am starting on a beer, I already miss those two boogers. Aren't pressurized situations supposed to be bonding? I think I can attest to that.

Here is an outline of my day:

Scene 1 / Beth and Ellie with play-doh

Beth: Ellie, I brought you some new play-doh
Ellie: Does it come with cutting tools?
Beth: No, cuz your old set has cutting tools. We can use those.
Ellie: I think the cutting tools are in that box.
Beth: No, see how the box is tiny? It can't fit cutting tools, but you already have some right over here.
Ellie: Where are the cutting tools?
Beth: Right here.
Ellie: Where's the rhinoceros one?
Beth: There isn't one.. you mean the horse?
Ellie: This is a rhinoceros.
Beth: Actually thats a horse.
Ellie: Beth, what is this?
Beth: It's a horse.

*Griffen in background begins to cry, Beth begins to tend to him*

Ellie: Beth can you play with me?
Beth: I need to check on your brother.
Ellie: Beth can you sit next to me right here?
Beth: I need to sit by Griffers for awhile.

*2 minutes of silence*

Ellie: Can you please play with me? Sit here.

*Etc. Etc. Repeat.*

-End Scene-

Scene 2 / Beth and Ellie at Sbuxs

Beth: Ellie, do you want anything? Something to drink or eat?
Ellie: Look at my shoe Beth.
Beth: Do you want juice? hot chocolate? a muffin? (takes Ellie out of stroller)

*Ellie does not answer and runs with abandon to table and chairs*

Beth: I'll have a 1% SFV latte.

*Beth joins Ellie on cushy chairs*
*Beth briefly gets up to retrieve drink and returns*

Ellie: Where's my drink?

*Beth walks back to cashier* (So much for thinking Ellie didn't want anything)

Beth: What drinks do you recommend for kids?
Barista: Hot apple juice, blended smoothies, maybe strawberries and creme?
Beth: We'll try the strawberries and creme.
Barista: Good choice. You'll be a big hit with that one.

*Beth returns with Ellie's drink*

Ellie: Where's my hot chocolate?
Beth: Look! This is pink and has cream in it. It's yummy!
Ellie: I want hot chocolate. (To her credit she said it matter-of-factly, not as a whine)
Beth: Try this instead!

*Beth tastes and says, "Ooh, it's good."* (FYI, that was a lie. I don't like cream in my drinks)

Ellie: I don't like it.

*Beth sets drink down and sighs heavily*
*90 seconds of Ellie jumping on chair*
*Ellie picks up strawberries and creme and drinks it*

Beth: Do you like it now? Is it good?

*Ellie does not respond. Continues drinking*
*Ellie continues squirming*
*Ellie decides to put drink down but misses table next to her chair*
*Drink splatters everywhere*

Ellie: Beth! My drink!

*Beth proceeds to ask barista for wet rag*
*Barista proceeds to keep Beth waiting*
*5 minutes of waiting*
*Beth contemplates leaving mess and leaving shop if they don't hand over a damn rag soon*

Ellie: The floor is wet Beth!

*Beth returns with rag and mops it up*
*Beth realizes rag wont be enough and gets 10 napkins too*
*Beth kneels down to further wipe up*

Ellie: (while sitting on chair) Beth can you stand up on the floor please?

*Beth ignores Ellie who doesn't realize she can't stand up AND clean*

Ellie: Can you stand up please?

**This might be where I began to go crazy**

Ellie: What are you doing?
Beth: Cleaning up the mess.

Ellie: Why are you wiping Beth?
Beth: Because when we (you) make a mess we (I) have to clean it up.

Ellie: The floor, it's still dirty.
Beth: No, thats just water. It'll dry.

*Beth begins to wearily and uncontrollably giggle*
*Beth returns rag to Barista*

Barista: You are so sweet. Most people just jet out and let us deal with the mess.

*Beth wishes 'kid drinks' came in kid-friendly cups*
*Beth proceeds to snap a few photos of Ellie with phone in between more questions and squirming*

Ellie: Can I see the pictures?
Beth: Ellie, your sunglasses are on up-side-down. (Beth fixes sunglasses)

*Ellie takes sunglasses off*
*60 seconds later Ellie puts them on again, up-side-down again*

Ellie: Is my game waiting for me at home?
Beth: Yes it is.
Ellie: Is it at home?
Beth: Yes it is.

*Beth proceeds to check time and begins process of leaving sbux for home*

*Etc. Etc. Multiply. Repeat.*

- End Scene -

There is more I could write about my day. Of the adventures of Ellie's teething baby brother-who didn't nap ALL day and cried alot and didn't want anything and didn't get better with Tylenol. Of the other questions from Ellie repeated again and again, over and over. Oh how many times I answered her questions on whether cherries have seeds and where the seeds go when you eat them... Etc. Etc.

Tomorrow is a new day. I'm hoping for just a few less questions and a few less tears from baby Griffey. But even if it's a repeat of today, I'll find a way to love it. I've always thought I would be good on Survivor.

Don't try to sell a 3 year old a Townhome

Last night we had friends over for dinner. In an attempt to interest their 3 year old I mentioned to him that we had a deck he could play on if he wanted to be outside. So we step through the sliding glass door which is off our living room and out onto our modestly sized 10' by 4' (approx) balcony and he's like, "So, uh, where is it? Where can I go?" and I was like, "Uh, so, uh yea, this is the deck..." He genuinely looked confused and repeated his question.

Welcome to the city kid. Space is a premium. Truthfully I pretty much said the same as he when several months earlier (prior to adapting to In-Seattle living) I left our friends place which is just a few blocks from ours and noticed their balcony was more of a ledge than a deck... If you think mine is tiny, their deck is so small it's literally standing room only. I hear it's called a Julliete or something?

It was then that I mentioned to Nick that I didn't quite understand whether it made sense to build a deck so small that it couldn't house even one small folding chair. That's when I had MY "Welcome to the city" moment. So Owen, I'm totally with you... Yea, it's not much of a play area and who was I to think I could fool you. Lesson learned, don't underestimate a 3 year olds ability to spot real estate flaws...

Truthfully a few years ago I wouldn't have thought myself a potential townhome owner, but after life in Hong Kong this place feels near heavenly and there are real pluses to living IN the city. And just FYI, our neighbors are quiet, the neighborhood well manicured. It's close to enough stuff, far away from enough stuff. I don't miss having a yard although that may change when us 2 become 3 or 4 or 5.

It more than works for now. It's lovely. But I guess I might want to host birthday parties for young children elsewhere. Just in case they want to play outside. But if in a pinch I learned a pug dog and bowl of candy can work absolute magic, atleast with Owen.

My Official Oscars Ballot!

I'm here at Cam's Oscar party and while my previous post included vague-ish reviews, the time has come to lay down my OFFICIAL PICKS/FINAL ANSWER before the show begins!

Actor, Leading: Mickey Rourke in "The Wrestler"
Actor, Supporting: Heath Ledger in "The Dark Knight"
Actress, Leading: Melissa Leo in "Frozen River"
Actress, Supporting: Penelope Cruz in "Vicky Cristina Barcelona"
Animated Feature: "Kung Fu Panda"
Art Direction: "The Dark Knight"
Cinematography: "Changeling"
Costume Design: "The Duchess"
Directing: "Slumdog Millionaire"
Documentary Feature: "The Garden"
Documentary Short: "Smile Pinki"
Film Editing: "The Dark Knight"
Foreign Language Film: "Departures"
Makeup: "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button"
Original Score: "Slumdog Millionaire"
Original Song: "Jai Ho" from "Slumdog Millionaire"
Best Picture: "Slumdog Millionaire"
Short Film, Animated: "Oktapodi"
Short Film, Live Action: "The Pig"
Sound Editing: "Slumdog Millionaire"
Sound Mixing: "The Dark Knight"
Visual Effects: "The Dark Knight"
Screenplay, Adapted: "Slumdog Millionaire"
Screenplay, Original: "Milk"

BTW, The hardest Award to decide would be the Best Leading Actress. SO hard to decide between Anne Hathaway and Melissa Leo. Between those two I think Anne Hathaway would be more likely to win, but all of my picks above are not representative of who I think WILL win but rather who I think SHOULD win. Melissa just SO became the character, despite the rest of the movie being pretty poor and despite the fact that she's not been nominated for previous awards and not won (such as Kate Winslet, which I and other people think makes her the likely favorite) in the end I decided on Melissa...

And My Support Goes To...

I'm not a huge award show follower. Like alot of people I would guess, if I catch the Grammys or Academy Awards it's due to coincidence that I'm home and in the mood to watch TV.

For the most part movies aren't my thing. Or atleast they weren't, I'm not sure exactly where our relationship stands right now. Similar to books, I dont have much patience for mediocrity. And, it can be hard to find folks with taste similar to mine when it comes to recommendations. One must remember that I don't care for Lord of The Rings, Men in Black, Top Gun, The Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Coneheads (ok, who did like that one?) and Rudy, Jerry Maguire, etc. On the other hand movies I have liked have been, Silence of the Lambs, Se7en, Runaway Jury, Napoleon Dynamite, Manhatten Murder Mystery, and America's Sweethearts.

I decided this year to prep for the Oscars. This year I would not root for this actress simply cuz she was good in the last film I saw her in, or root for that movie simply cuz it was the only one I'd seen... no, this time around I wanted the right to have a real opinion.

There are of course, oodles of categories under which academy awards are given. I committed to watching those nominated for the following 'Best' awards: Performance by an Actor in a Leading Role, Performance by an Actress in a Leading Role, Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role, Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role, and Best Picture.

My goal was not so much to lay down clear bets on who or what will win after completing viewing. Honestly, there are some ways in which I don't feel qualified to comment.

Coincidentally I saw all pictures nominated for Achievement in Directing, Achievement in Art Direction, Achievement in Film Editing and Best Adapted Screenplay. Far be it from me to comment on directing and art direction as I can't pin down what aspects of each film the Editor versus Director versus Cameramen deserve credit for.

As it is, I feel a bit challenged in identifying Oscar worthy acting--it's easier to identify that which definately doesn't deserve an award. But to boil down what it takes to impress me, I look most for the actor to help me forget that I am watching a portrayal of a story versus witnessing the story first hand. I look for showing of genuine emotion, for consistency, for the character to be played with depth, with well-roundedness, with honesty. I look for a 'marriage' between the actor and character, almost as though it were destined for that person to play that part. I look for the actor to make it unlikely that I'll be distracted by images of them in previous roles they played.

Armed with knowledge of my standards in judgement, and with knowledge of the types of movies I tend to like and dislike, perhaps you can meld the following (brief and randomly assembled) opinions with your own.

Happy Oscar watching!

The Visitor (Richard Jenkins)
The storyline revolves around Richard's character who owns a second apartment which is illegally rented out during his absense to two illegal aliens (who don't know the apartment was not owned by their landlord) Richards character has pity on the dwellers and lets them hang around for awhile. One of them teaches him how to play the drums and thus a connection begins. Richard helps them fight extradition and really, that's the bulk of the movie. I was pretty underwhelmed by the film and was left wondering why Richard had made it into the 'Lead Actor' category. If it doesn't win any awards I will lose no sleep.

Frost/Nixon (Frank Lagelia)
I'll be upfront that despite the scope of the Nixon scandal the subject has never been able to keep my interest. While this angle on the historical event was a bit different from other attempts, I felt it was unable to legitimatize itself where I was concerned. I found it boring and par for the course. Nothing special. Frank as Nixon grated on my nerves. Not limited to this film, I find it especially hard to watch movies where an actor is portraying someone I have knowledge of or images of in my memory. The simple fact that Frank doesn't look like Nixon created a huge barrier in my mind. This film created confusion as I tried to grasp why the heck it had been nominated. Again, perhaps there was something special where Directing or Editing was concerned, but the acting left me with that all-too familiar feeling that 2 hours is just too long to sit.

Milk (Sean Penn/Josh Brolin)
I didn't previously know anything about Mr. Milk's story, so take that into consideration. I'd put this film in the 'worth watching' and 'well executed' categories and maybe with less awesome movies as competition it might have made my list for award worthy. Sean Penn does tend to appear similar in his various roles and several times I felt I heard him speaking as Sam from 'I am Sam' which is unfortunate. Josh Brolin was nominated for supporting, I thought he was fine in the role, but not fantastic. Overall, not sure it cuts the award mustard, but it's not a waste of time to watch, so do so and judge for yourself.

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (Brad Pitt/Taraji P. Henson)
Sorry, but I plain didn't connect with this movie. It was one of the hardest to get through. I found Cate Blanchetts character annoying and the storyline unable to offer anything I like in a movie. I didn't even like the 'special' filming techniques. As unique as the storyline appeared, it hit me as uncreative. In one word I'd call it overrated. Frankly, I want my two+ hours back. I will say however that I make no claim on whether or not it deserves an Art Direction or Achiement in Makeup award. Despite the story not being entertaining to me, I fully admit there might be other aspects that were executed spectacularly. To ensure I don't gloss over the specific actors nominated, I'll make it clear none impressed me. I particularly have no patience for Southern accents gone wrong. It seems they are the hardest to execute and when it's off, boy it is crazy-making. Cate's attempt at an accent was the worst. This movie has it's fans though I can't figure out why.

The Wrestler (Mickey Rourke/Marisa Tomei)
It's a sad story. A has-been wrestler trying to revamp his popularity and wants to 'settle down' with a stripper (from a joint he frequents) whom he has interest in. He's not been a good father to his young adult daughter who eventually disowns him after allowing him another shot or two (he fails, mainly due to drug addiction) at melding into her life. I was impressed with Mickey Rourke. He thoroughly became the role. This part was meant for him. I've not seen any of his previous work, but assume none of it came close to his execution of the Wrestler. By far, I think he deserves the 'Actor in a Leading Role' award. Good luck Mickey! Marisa on the otherhand was completely forgetable for me. No clue why she received a nomination.

Tropic Thunder (Robert Downey Jr.)
Comedies are the underdogs when it comes to academy awards and a part of me would be alright with Robert Downey Jr. winning simply because I feel it's a crime how overlooked comedians are when it comes to acknowledging works of art and entertainment. Tropic Thunder made me laugh multiple times. Though I gotta say probably more due to Ben Stiller's work than Robert who was nominated as a supporting actor. While this was a funny film--and Ben and Robert and everyone in it really, did an amazing job--I think it would not be right for Robert to win out over the other nominees. The competition is steep. And it's not right to award this work simply because comedies don't usually fair well.

Doubt (Philip Seymour Hoffman/Meryl Streep/Amy Adams/Viola Davis)
I enjoyed this film. It raised the question of whether Philip as a catholic priest/teacher had had inappropriate relationships with a student, or several students over his career. The film ended in leaving the audience to interpret some realities and overall I felt nothing was out of place. The parts were well acted, the story well played out. There is no confusion on why several of the actors in it were nominated for various roles. But, in my view Viola Davis should do without the award. Meryl who often is great was just adequate, par for the course of the role. Amy Adams impressed me, but not to a degree that I'm willing to say she definately deserves an award--she'd be my second pick for supporting actress. Philip was also adequate and did not dissapoint, but he's got steep competition and therefore I'd vote against his winning the supporting actor award.

The Dark Knight (Heath Ledger)
I enjoyed this film. The inclusion of Maggie Gyllenhaal was mystifying to me as I don't find her talented enough for a movie of this caliber nor is she believable as a 'temptress' in my opinion. I suppose that should be neither here nor there as she wasn't nominated in any category. I'd question whether you are breathing if you've not heard atleast a few words regarding Heath Ledger's performance in this picture. Perhaps the publicity was in part due to his untimely passing, in part due to critical aclaim of his work. All the talk I heard left me expecting this picture to be the best piece of entertainment made since the invention of the camera. It wasn't. It was good, Ledger was good and rocked as the Joker. But it wasn't mind blowing against the praise he received for it. Still, I would see it as appropriate if he won the supporting actor award. Of those nominated he was the most impressive.

Revolutionary Road (Michael Shannon)
I generally don't take to well to films set in the 50s/60's, yet I found it easy to engage in this film. The dynamics between Kate and Leo as husband and wife were authentic and the storyline consistent and a unique take on that time in history. I appreciated that it wasn't just another script leaving us thinking women were equal to slaves before office jobs were commonly available to them and that all a wife's problems would have been erased if only she'd not been expected to find fulfillment in making dinner and tending to the house or kids. It was an enlightening, and sad film. I enjoyed it, though not much due to Michael Shannons contibution. Seeing as how it was nominated for so few awards (major ones anyway) I am expecting it to walk away with none.

Rachel Getting Married (Anne Hathaway)
I'll be upfront that I'm not an Anne Hathaway fan. I've never really cared for her work. For one, her eyes scare me. She's got a cute-gone-awry look; you know, should be nice to look at and yet somehow, for me, definately is not and yes that matters. You can be plain like Meryl Streep, but you can't be almost cute. It's distracting. In general Anne's acting, well, it's fine I suppose for the type of roles she tends to attract. Her work in dramas and comedies all seems to have a similar thread. That said, this is her best work as far as what I've witnessed. She didn't detract from the movie. The storyline was fantastic. The best part of this movie for me was the script. The conversations and situations were so true to life and the actors turned the dialogue into exquisitely real interractions. I am a total fan of this movie. In my opinion it should have received a nomination for best picture (swap out with Frost/Nixon) and if it had it would have been my second pick to receive that award. I would've liked to see Rosemarie DeWitt (who plays Rachel) nominated for supporting actress. Definately see this!

Changeling (Angelina Jolie)
Boy was this an unexpected tear-jerker. I guess I didn't quite know the storyline involved mass murder, but that made for dramatics which I am attracted to. It's based on a true story which means it gets marks from me right off the bat. The script was super-unimpressive however. Angelina was completely underwhelming as her lines were limited to, "I want my son back," and "That's not my son." I swear she uttered the words "my son" more than a hundred times. Still, I would recommend this film for viewing. I'm not surprised it made it to the Oscar nomination list, but for Angelina as best supporting actress? That makes no sense to me. Enjoying a film doesn't make it award worthy--I'll be very dissapointed in the lack of justice in the process if she wins.

Frozen River (Melissa Leo)
As with Mickey Rourke, I'd never heard of Melisssa or seen any of her work prior to this film. That may contribute to my wondering if this role simply channelled aspects of her real-life personality. Her performance was so consistent and dead on. It's always a little more magical if you perceive the actress had to undergo a huge transformation to embody a character. Not knowing how far off this role was for Melissa adds difficulty in assessing whether I should vote for her receiving the lead actress award over Anne Hathaway. Melissa plays a single mom desperate to make extra money to keep her kids sheltered, in their trailor home. She ends up busing illegal aliens into town (stowed in her car trunk) but eventually is caught. Although the pic was worth my time as I see it, please note the other actors in this film were HORRIBLE. Yet, I almost want Melissa to win just in support of my like of small films making the big time. But where limited budgeting gives way to wanna-be actors landing parts way before they are ready... that's an unfortunate tragedy, and I'd be shocked and dissapointed if Misty Upham (plays opposite Melissa) finds work in any other movies in the near future.

The Reader (Kate Winslet)
This movie was just ok for me and would be categorized as one I watched only in effort to prep for the Oscars. The storyline was pretty simplistic. Kate's character meets a young boy would 'befriends' her, reading to her--amongst other services. It pretty quickly becomes the 'Kate Winslet Boob Show' and no, that's not just me being a prude. A good creative writer knows that exclaimation points are to be used sparingly. Art lovers might be able to argue the place for nudity (maybe an exclaimation point? But even so, maybe not... I don't know) but skin and more skin as in this picture amounted to an awkward and clumsy attempt at transparency of the characters. I was touched by Kate Winslets ability to play such a stark character with little softness, who felt unable to connect to the consequences of her actions. Her character was despised by some for good reason, and yet I came away feeling compassionate, not hating. Overall, an Oscar is too lofty a reward for this picture.

Vicky Cristina Barcelona (Penelope Cruz)
The storyline of 3 women (2 of them best friends) who are intimate with one man falls into the bizzare for me. The film is narrated by a male who plays no character in the movie, and that set-up isn't one I tend to like. Penelope and Scarlett Johansen play two girls who become intertwined with a Spanish gentleman, Penelope being the mans ex-wife--I've decided to keep the recount couth and PG 13. Frankly, it isn't a stellar film, so my glossing over certain details is not a tragedy. The films bright spot was Penelope's performance. She's not an actress I've ever thought of as award worthy, however this role highlighted a depth in her abilities that I had no idea existed. There are critics who claim Penelope is best in roles that allow her to use her Spanish language skills and after viewing this film I'd agree with that perspective. She has some English lines, however being the film takes place in Barcelona her accent is a plus not a distraction. Despite my wishing this film was not itself, ie not overtly sexual, Penelope does receive my vote to receive the supporting actress award. She did bring the story to another level and left me wanting to see her take on more roles that play to her strengths.

Nominations for Best Picture: 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button', 'Frost/Nixon', 'Milk', 'The Reader', 'Slumdog Millionaire'

Given that 4 out of 5 of these films have already been reviewed above, it should be no suprise at which one receives my vote for Best Picture.... Slumdog Millionaire!! This picture is a MUST-see. It may be the only film I have no criticism of. I am even a fan of the music video played following the actual film, during the credits! The film revisits the life of a poor Indian boy who as a young adult ends up on the gameshow Millionare and proceeds to pass level after level drawing speculation that he's cheating his way through. It simply can't be true that he had honest knowledge of each of the random topics the game selects as he is in 'the hot seat.' The film works backward letting us in on his unique history and the life events (all extremely tragic and perhaps unfortunately typical of a 'slumdog' in India) which exposed him to pop culture, history and political answers that paved the way for success on the game show. I may be biased given there's a place in my heart for India's culture and people--but really, I am only one of many (probably the majority) that feel this is picture is hands-down worthy of the 'Best Picture' award. Watch it with Kleenex nearby.

That's all she wrote folks! Until Sunday :)

In Defense of Amber

The hubby thinks I made a huge mistake buying amber colored dishes. Last night he held two of our new wine glasses up over his eyes and proceeded to mimic a 70's-like lady with iced-tea colored lenses in her oversized aviator style glasses.

"Amber," he says (after I informed him what the color was called), "is sooo outdated. Everybody knows this."

I will agree that glass, with any hint of brownish color, does conjur up telltale decades-old images of lemon yellow, avocado green and amber flowered chair coverings and large owl or fox shaped gold brooches.

But, with regards to styles and colors--one reason I love thrift-store shopping (I refuse to be fussy or proud and refer to it only as 'vintage' shopping) is because every color does have it's place. Some hues were never meant to be the star of any show. Some play better with others. Some are pleasing on their own. Amber, in my opinion, looks stunning in the right role--that probably not being how it was used 35 years ago.

Would I pick amber colored bridesmaid dresses? No. Would I like amber colored couches? Pretty sure not ever. Amber colored car? Amber colored walls or carpet? Probably not.

I do fear that it's the specific combination of glass with amber that really channels the years of 'Free Love' as was the kind term for fornication and other kinds of sin cooked up in Volkswagen buggies and wherever. Yes, colored glass does require bravery if you decide to befriend it, and expect to be expected to champion your decision. Even so, I will go ahead with this here plan and attempt to backup my kitchen-y purchases.

Our new townhome has many different colors running throughout it. Tan walls, a shiny metal staircasing, speckled granite countertops, black and metal appliances, bamboo flooring, etc...

I am a preacher of picking your neutrals. What I mean by that is... as an example, Nick is now well-schooled (by me of course) in picking accent colors for outfits. "No can wear black AND brown together." That's my rule. I can't tolerate blue jeans and black socks and brown shoes and a yellow shirt and blue jacket. I don't know if I could manage a second date with someone dressed that way, and thankfully Nick never hit that level. I never saw any mismatched socks (until much after the second date anyway) and that was about as bad as it got, or else my memories of his fashion choices have been altered by that thing called 'lurve.' But then again, this is a guy who has opinions on colored glass, so likely he paid attention...

As I see it, a person can be judged by the clothing they wear, and it's not enough if your threads are freshly laundered. Ouch, that sounds a bit harsh--perhaps add that to the list of perspectives I might need to fine-tune.

Our new house is challenging that notion. It's beautiful, and I am head-over-heals for this abode my hubby is working hard to provide for us. It is, however, full of many different accent colors. The granite countertops showcase every color of mineral. There's metal, black, and several shades of tan as I mentioned above. And, that's not even considering the furniture and rugs and what-not that we'll be adding to the mix!

We did not take a plate set with us on the move to Hong Kong. And once we arrived in our 700sf apartment with a pantry sized kitchen and realized that our work schedules wouldn't allow for much cooking, we decided to buy only the basics. Those plain white basics--which included 3 to 5 miscellaneous plates--have been what we've survived off of over the past three quarters of a year here in Seattle.

That whole reality opened up an opportunity to pick and buy a modest dish set to accompany our new kitchen. We are so excited to get out of this stinkin teeny place and into a 'real' home which we can call our own and fill with 'real' family stuff, like matching dishes.

I'm probably not alone in my thinking that $200 a placesetting China is overrated. But, I'd go even further and say that even seemingly more common Mikasa, or Pfaltzgraff sets are unnecessary. For me, Target fits the bill. The styles and colors please, and the prices--though likely reasonable--test the limits of my budget as it is.

Our new set is the Zanzibar line by Target. The plates are square and feature a black/brown base with 'animal-ish' amber/brown striping around the edge. I gotta tell ya, I don't know if there is a way to describe this set and have it not sound icky without proper pictures. Anything resembling tiger spots or stripes is immediately suspect as I see it. And in many kitchens these pieces would look downright gaudy.

But obviously I decided in favor of the Zanzibar line--and I should mention the hubby likes it too. The stripes are muted and I think the style will tie into our new space marvelously! But, being that it's stark I didn't feel clear glass would be a proper accent. And as far as bowls, it is possible to have too much of a good thing, ie Zanzibar and simple black.

It was also at Target that I found an amber glass serving bowl, perfect for a large salad. I thought it lovely and on sale for $12 I decided it was a go. It answered the question on how I would put together a working dish set without everything screaming Zanzibar. And after the bowl, I spotted tinted wine glasses at Marshall's as well as a set of black bowls (scaled in size) which also mix in nicely.

It's true that tint in wine glasses will interrupt the pure color of the drink from showing. And will Nick be able to properly swirl his red chianti watching it 'form legs' without the clear glass he's used to? I don't know, and that might be a fair arguement against colored stemware.

But, I promise to not throw away the 2 'regular' glasses we have and save them for his continued use; and for any visitors who simply refuse to mix amber with Columbia Crest merlot.

Wine drinkers lived through the color crazy '70s (or are responsible for it) and I think that given my promise to exercise more guardianship over bold colors that we're revisiting from that era, my new home will look absolutely fabulous. Yes, in part due to colored glass.