This is it.

Dear 2010, 
It's been a pleasure! We've shared adventures and schemes and dance parties, roadtrips and snacks and stories. You've broken my heart on more than one occasion, but you've made it up to me in countless other delightful moments along the way. We were a good pair, you and I, but I think we both knew that this was only temporary. I look forward to my time with 2011, but we'll always have the memories.

Much love,
emily hope

A bird in hand.

Oh dear. I'm completely smitten with Kate and her illustrations. They're so lovely and silly and amazingly detailed. A new favorite, for sure.

Mad Men's Peggy!

These are hard times, not end times.

David and I wandered to D.C. a couple of weekends ago to take part in the Rally to Restore Sanity and/or Fear, along with a couple hundred thousand other lovely folks. Dave had called me five minutes after the rally had been originally announced to see if I wanted to make the trip, and I'm so glad that I did. It was silly and clever and surprisingly thoughtful, and I enjoyed the audience as much as the individuals on stage. The rest of the perfect fall weekend was spent wandering the beautiful buildings, lunching in Union Station, resting on monuments, snacking on museum steps, racing in hotel hallways, trying to pass for locals in dive bars, and spending time with some lovely friends, although only half of the friends I had hoped to see. And the West Wing soundtrack was playing constantly in my head.

Snack attack.

Last week, Jeff and I drove to Milwaukee for an evening, all for the sake of a snack. We ended up at the Comet CafĂ© and stuffed ourselves with a smorgasbord that included twice baked potatoes, macaroni and cheese, glorious french fries, chocolate and cream cake, and a Harvey Wallbanger to boot. Most of my favored menu items included the description "and topped with extra cheddar". We were half sick on the way home, but it was well worth the deserved discomfort.

Kiss, kiss.

Sorry, kids, busy week! New job, birthday parties, pie baking, and roadtrips, oh my. I'm headed to DC to rally for sanity and/or fear, but I'll get the silliness back on track shortly!

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The themes were "pirates", "surprise!", "macaroni & cheese", and "happiness", as if it weren't completely obvious already.

Curiouser and curiouser.

I've picked up and put down Pictorial Webster's: A Visual Dictionary of Curiousities in book stores more times than I can remember, attempting to convince myself that I really didn't need it. It's a gorgeous book filled with old engravings from 19th century dictionaries, packed with bizarre animals and outdated machinery. Alexandra kindly put me out of my indecisive misery and presented me with a copy for my birthday. I've been poring over it since.

A room of one's own.

Continuing with the little house tour: my bedroom. It's tiny, so my piles of books and I are currently fighting for the right to inhabit it. They've presently managed to edge their way onto the foot of my bed, so I may be losing. As for the rest of it, here is a taste of the silliness.

All of the artwork is made by people I know!

My very own TARDIS,  courtesy of Josh. It's only a couple of inches tall, but I'm sure it's bigger on the inside.

Up, up, and away.

When my father was growing up, he was fascinated with helium balloons but rarely was handed one as a treat -- the large family prohibited  a vast balloon budget. On the positive side [for me at least], this meant that my dad made sure that I always had a balloon in hand if I desired one - magical! I've spent the morning listening to the soundtrack from "Up" [also courtesy of my father] and realizing that I need to incorporate more balloons into my life. I have some ideas:

I've lost a few of my sources, but I suspect that nearly everything was pulled from fudgeniotillfemthecherryblossomgirl, and laurentreece!

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