Friday, February 17, 2017


It was Valentine's Day Eve, and not being very good at planning ahead for holidays, I had a sudden urge to crochet some hearts to share with the world. I made six of them while binge-watching MadMen (I can't explain), and a few more the next morning, with a vague plan to give them to random strangers throughout the day.

Two days earlier, I had a knock at the door, and there was a total stranger, a neighbor from a block or so up the street, holding two packages of mine that I'd assumed were missing forever. This made three rather important items our new mail delivery person had dropped off at the wrong address. One was our rent deposit check. I was getting grumpy.

I checked into filing an official complaint with the USPS, and then considered calling or visiting the local post office to grumble in person. And then, while working on a nice pink heart on Valentine's Day morning, it occurred to me to try being nice first.

I pulled out my good thank you notes, handmade by my daughter, and wrote a short, polite message to the mailman. I explained that several of our things had been mistakenly delivered to a similar address up the street, and that I'd be ever so grateful if he could help solve the issue. Then, figuring that everyone enjoys a surprise Valentine, I enclosed the pink heart, wrote "To Our Mail Carrier" on the envelope, and left it in the mailbox. I didn't know what to expect, so didn't expect anything.

Heart #1, delivered.

As we went about our day, I handed a few more hearts to people I interacted with, but the most fun was sneakily leaving them as surprises, resting on a pile of lemons in the market, dropped into a fellow shopper's bag when they looked away for a second, tossed into an open car window, dropped into a tip jar (along with a real tip, of course), left hanging on a hedge by the beach... So much fun.

Rick helped me, and came up with the name "Heart-Balming" as an alternate to "Heart-Bombing." This morning he asked me when we could do it again, and I pointed to the growing stack of rainbow colored hearts I started making after dispersing fifteen red, pink, and white ones in the course of one Valentine's Day.

We can do this every day. And we might. I think it might even be worthy of inviting others to join us, because it's really fun, and who knows, it just might be helpful to the world. For a while, at least, I think I'll carry a pocket full of hearts wherever I go, along with a crochet hook and a ball of yarn, in case I need to make one on the fly. If you see me, ask for one. Maybe I'll give you two, so you can share the Love with someone else. And if you want to make your own and join in on this very unofficial Heart-Balm Project, please do!

Back to the mailman... When we got home and took our mail out of the box, there was a little note for us in reply to mine...

This made my own heart happy. And this is why we need to remember to treat each other sweetly as a first step in problem solving. I know it doesn't always work, but it's almost always worth a try.

Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Time to Bake Again

I stopped baking when we moved to Portland. I hated my kitchen, and super hated the oven - to the extent that we brought in a toaster oven to do any bits oven-heating we needed. Our new kitchen in Seaside is small, but so much better in layout and function. Yesterday, to celebrate Valentine's Day, with good food for my sweetheart, Rick, I ended my baking hiatus.

First I made pumpkin biscuits, using my own recipe for Sweet Potato Biscuits. I added a little extra sugar and some pumpkin pie spice, so they'd be sort of a muffin-scone-biscuit, worthy of a holiday breakfast. The last time I made these was in Taos, at 7,000 ft elevation, but they came out perfectly here at sea level too.

I think it's easiest to roughly double the original recipe, using a whole can (15 ounce-ish) of either pumpkin or sweet potato. I used whole wheat flour, coconut oil instead of olive oil for the sweeter version, and a half cup of organic coconut sugar instead of increasing the maple syrup. These were so good, I'll make them for company, once we have our guest house ready!

Later on, I decided we needed a chocolate cake too. No wonder I'm a little fluffy around the edges these days...

My daughter's mother-in-law, Carol Buchan, is writing a cookbook designed for small kitchens, specifically boats, but also RVs, and little home kitchens like mine. It's not a vegan book, but some of the recipes just happen to be vegan, or easily adapted. I love what she's doing! Her website, Northwest Cooking Afloat, is a great preview to the book. Most especially, check out the recipe for Chocolate Mocha Cake, which I made last night. It's sooooooo easy,  and crazy delicious.

This cake recipe just happens to be vegan, and the frosting can easily make the leap by subbing Earth Balance stick "butter" for the regular butter. Piece-o-cake. I used whole wheat flour for this one too, and the cake was dense and moist and perfect. I decided to make a raspberry sauce instead of the frosting. It was wonderful! And the leftover cake, warmed up just a little bit, was great this morning with coffee. The recipe makes a big 9 x 13 cake, so either make a half recipe, or do like I did - freeze half of the baked cake in two-person servings for other days.

I always love cake, but I don't always feel like baking. This was so simple though, we'll enjoy it whenever we need a cake fix, and like the biscuits, this is something I'll love making for our guests at the beach!

Friday, February 10, 2017

Checking Out Some Free Photo Apps

Getting all caught up on my current inventory, the rest of my finished rocks are on the website today.
I'm trying out some new things with photographing and editing with different apps. I'm pretty pleased with how simply I can pull together a mini portfolio for each rock, showing them off from all angles.

I use my iPhone 6 as my only camera, and adjust color and cropping right on the phone. Then I use two apps, Layout and Font Candy (both free) to combine multiple pictures into one photo, and then to add text. It takes less than a minute for each step.

Next I text the finished collage to myself, and open it in Messages on my MacBook, where I drag it to the desktop so I can easily drop it into place on my website, Facebook, Tumblr, and anywhere else I might want to share a photo.

It doesn't get any easier, cheaper, or low-tech than this.

I'll share more rocks as I make them. I can't seem to stop, and why would I want to?
These are making me very happy.

Have a great weekend!
xo Kim

Thursday, February 9, 2017

Beach Rocks Save the (Rainy) Day

When it's raining sideways and I can't walk on the beach, I go to the growing rock pile by my front door and bring in a few favorites to dress up.

More and more of them are finding their way to my website, and they'd love for you to adopt them.

They make great gifts, and can be useful or purely decorative, depending on how you feel about such things.

I like to set up little groupings here and there in my house, while I wait to send them off to their new homes.

What will you do with yours?

Sunday, January 29, 2017

A House is Like a Bead

You remember when I made beads, don't you? It's probably how you first got to know me. (If not, have a look at my Beadist page.) My beads were made in layers, lots of layers, sometimes thirty or more. There were steps that needed to be followed, but most of what happened in any given bead was organic and something of a surprise to me. Each new layer became obvious as I completed the one before it, until finally, I would know it was finished.

I've noticed that making a house into Home is much the same as making a bead. It's done in layers too. We came in and cleaned, even though it was already clean. We cleared old energies with essential oils and words of gratitude. (Intention is everything, and I hate the smell of burning sage.) We painted for days, until our muscles hurt, and I vowed never to paint another wall again. I'm sure I was wrong about that. We still have the other half of our house to work on, once the renters move out. (Soon please.)

We brought in furniture and clothes and kitchen things and bathroom things. We moved them around and around until it felt right. We moved them some more. We looked around and noted what was missing, and bought it and brought it in. We already have so many things, but we don't have the right things for this little house.

We got a fireplace. Electric, because gas is at the street but not in the house. We ordered a tiny dining table and a big, soft, vintagey-blue rug. I moved things around some more while Rick was in California for a week. And it's beginning to feel like Mine, and Ours.

In that same week, I also knitted a lacy curtain for the back door, and ordered fabric swatches for flowy curtains for the bedroom. I'm working on a coral colored crochet panel for the creepy little beveled glass sliver in our front door that makes me feel like I'm being watched at night, and looks like something from a grandmother's house. So what if I actually am a grandmother. I'm not that beveled glass kind of grandmother. And besides, windows need to be softened at night, even if there isn't a neighbor for miles around. (We do have many neighbors.) Flat, shiny, black nighttime glass just looks cold and un-cozy, like you could spill out into the night at any moment.

And with all that done - in only two weeks - it's kind of amazing - there are more layers to be added. The "core of the bead" is in place, and it's time for the final details, the shaping, the polishing. New paintings are coming home with Rick today, from my cousin, and favorite painter, Mitzi Miles-Kubota. Older, beloved pieces of art will come out of their paddings and packagings. The walls will come alive with color and texture and form and love. Finishing touches, inside, and then lots of work outside. Then, as I said, the other half of the house. So many layers.

A house is like a bead that's never finished. Layer after layer will either make it more refined, more what we want, more Home - or, will make it into a messy blob that lost its focus somewhere. I'm watching it closely, taking careful care. And I love how this gem of a house, our house, is already taking on depth and motion and beauty of its own, much like my favorite beads.