day 95 : what’s mine is yours

day 95: This gate is at the entrance to a duplex in Manhattan Beach. I’m going to take a guess here but it *seems* as though each half of the gate is owned independently (one half for each unit) and that one of the owners repainted and the other didn’t bother. Now if it were me, I would have offered to repaint both halves while I was at it… but maybe they like it this way.

day 95 : what’s mine is yours

day 94 : dirty dishes

day 94: I love our place but it has a couple of “quirks”, one of which is that there are upper cabinets above the sink. The cabinets make it really hard to get in and wash large dishes, and completely block out any available light, making it impossible to tell if your dishes are actually clean. Enter Ben’s handiness and our under-cabinet lighting over the sink. Clever and he does the dishes… what a great husband!

day 94 : dirty dishes

day 93 : perfect pair

day 93: I am lucky enough to have a great older brother who I’ve always looked up to. He is dating an amazing person who just happens to be one of my best friends from college. They are such great people each on their own but they also make such an amazing couple together. They were visiting California for the weekend and let me take them out for a photo session. I had too many favorites to count but this one especially jumps out at me.

day 93 : perfect pair

day 91 : lucky charm

day 91: I’ve heard of sports stars having superstitions or lucky charms they carry with them to help them play better. I doubt any of them carry a fork. Maybe it was less about luck and more about the lack of a convenient trash can, but Cecilia carried this fork with her throughout our entire game of bocce ball.

day 91 : lucky charm

day 90 : tasty but temperamental

day 90 : I baked a cake this evening for an office birthday party that we’re having tomorrow. The cake itself is pretty straightforward if you can follow a recipe, but the buttercream I make is a totally different story. It involves whipping egg whites, boiling sugar and lots of other wizardry. Made correctly it tastes like fluffy beautiful goodness. But one degree off on the temperature and it turns to a greasy, curdled mess. Thank goodness for candy thermometers.

day 90 : tasty but temperamental

day 88 : cylindrical ice cream nostalgia

day 88: While waiting for my car to be done getting an oil change, Ben and I wandered into a drug store that happened to be selling Thrifty ice cream. For those of you not familiar with Thrifty ice cream, it’s delicious (and dirt cheap) drugstore ice cream that I used to get as a kid (back when the drugstore itself was called Thrifty, hence the name). The best part? They use a scoop that produces cylindrical ice cream instead of the standard sphere. Ah Thrifty… so tasty.

day 88 : cylindrical ice cream nostalgia