in key west....

and my camera broke!!! i am pretty upset. i think i have a few pictures to share when i get back. stay tuned. having a blast. sunburned, happy and relaxed...

because i forgot to mention before.

these are the super awesome dishtowels that i had made for holiday gifts to family. i ordered some all natural flour sack towels, came up with the design, consulted with my good friend dom of the arm factory and he printed them up in his shop. go to him for all your screenprinting needs please. he is the greatest.

resting

last night's little project. i was supposed to be resting but, inspiration struck, and i busted out these lovely little potholders. for sale at the niblic. fun little project thanks to katie. she got me some great potholders at this really fun store ferdinand and i decided to bite their style. getting rich one pot holder at a time on a small island off the coast of maine. its called committment.

winter is crazy when you live on an island

super high high tide. full mooon

rewind a week. please.

the past week was, weird. i would not do it again if i had a choice. except one part of one thing, but that is something else all together.

here are the beautiful lobsters that i used in an amazing lobster bisque that ended up blowing up. its a mystery. shame, shame, shame. poor lobsters died in vain.

new, new adventures. on island.

one of the many, many difficult parts of island living is making a living on the island. you have to be willing to do anything and not be afraid of hard work. and you have to be creative. i have done a lot of very, very random things just to be able to work on the island. there have been times in my life where i have lived on the mainland... portland... and still commuted to the island to work. because i love being here that much. i have done the following in my many years of working on the island: painted boats; pumped gas; cleaned houses for 2 different businesses and then started my own cleaning business; sternman; smack betty for dropping springs lobster co-op; director of recreation center; scallop harvester; metalsmith; metalsmith; jewelry maker; seamstress; caterer; retail and now... i have a new hat to wear... chef. baker. builder of soups. my big sister vicki opened a store, The Niblic at The Chebeague Island Boat Yard this summer and had a very successful start. Now, in the down season, we are experimenting with offering food with the future intention of having a restaurant and I get to be the creator of foods. I am keeping it pretty simple as it is just me, but this is the plan: soups 2 days a week; a take home dinner once a week~ this week is chicken pot pie; baked goods for the mornings and a dessert such as pie or cake at the end of the week. Today was my first day of really cooking. It was crazy, the kitchen is not really a kitchen but I am making do. I made Streusal Blueberry Muffins (will have recipe soon) and Chicken Corn Bacon Chowder and biscuits for tomorrow. delish. I already have 2 orders for Chicken Pot Pie... yes! We will see if i am getting in over my head but i'm pretty stoked about it. I have been missing working on the boat and feeling bored working in the retail space so it will nice to be doing something i love to do. and, miraculously, i have discovered something else to do on island, to keep me rooted here. blurry picture is view from my kitchen. yes!!!

new. freshy fresh

its a new new freshy fresh year. i want to go sledding more and drink more hot chocolate. i want to make more puppets and take more pictures. i want to hang out with the friends i have and i want to get to know my new friends more. i want to sing more and dance more and sit on more benches. i want to look into the eyes of someone who really loves me and really love them back. i want more fingerpainting in the world. i want the children to eat less sugar and preservatives. i know within the deepest part of my soul that this new fresh year will be better than the past. the tradegies of my past are taking a new role and moving over for happiness. cheers to fresh. new. and old. good.

the sublime and the profane

by gustav klimt

future tattoo, but different.

my paradise.

i love home

they drove on ice... from chebeague to portland... damn.

bennets cove 10/27

The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.
Martin Luther King jr.

wake n bacon

turn any vegetarian into a pig chompin super freak after a heavy night of whiskey.

"we choose everything we do, including the misery we feel"

william glasser