If you are not already reading Housemartin, the supremely inspiring blog of a shopowner/florist, may I suggest that you add it to your RSS feeds stat? When I was planning our wedding, every photo she posted of a bridal bouquet made me hope that she would suddenly abandon Portland for KC so I could carry […]
Archives for February, 2010
Eat Local
There are a lot of things I miss about Kansas City, but a big one is definitely food. (Mr. TRF elucidates here.) I miss KC’s emphasis on locally sourced ingredients, and the ability to buy local milk and eggs at almost every grocery store. For the amount of food that can be grown in Florida, […]
Celine, We Need to Talk
I caved at Publix and bought the newest People magazine a few days ago. It’s the one with Celine Dion discussing her fertility struggles and going through IVF. Her husband tells People that they’re “not really” considering adoption. Without getting into a discussion about her age (41), her husband’s age (68) or fertility angst, let’s […]
The Dream House
You know how when you’re looking for love, you go on a string of crappy dates, but when you’re all “I am dating myself” you meet someone great? (Disclaimer: This has not actually happened to me, but I hear it has happened to others.) That is sort of my new (as of today) feeling about […]
Love in the Time of Foreclosure
From a casual glance at the news, the real estate situation in Florida comes off as fairly dire. Four in ten South Florida mortgage holders are underwater; The tri-county area was ranked tenth in the nation for foreclosure filings last year; gloom; doom; etc. So someone tell me why the house that was listed on Monday, […]
But(t) Seriously
Just when I find myself using Yelp to choose anything and everything, I stumble across a review of Miami Girls [sic] Butts and I question its usefulness.
How to Feel Out of Place in Florida
You are not a senior citizen. You are not a European model. You do not drive a Lexus. You do not tan (though you do like the beach). You look silly in Lilly Pulitzer clothing.