Coming soon, to a cable network near you…

It had absolutely nothing to do with us at all, but it’s a great story none the less. 
We had parts of a reality tv show filmed in our house. 
Not a lot of parts, and honestly considering the insane amount of footage being shot for this show, any scenes in (or around) our house are not likely to to even make it in the final cut. 
It’s funny, though, just the same. 
And I hear you get used to it, though honestly I don’t see how. 
We didn’t get a chance to get used to it, because we liked to hide. 
Well, except Genny… 
Genny liked to try and spy on them, which is funny. Her assessments of what the camera crew was doing were usually really wrong, but it just adds to the story so that’s ok… 
Back to the show. The filming was for this show
You may remember last spring we had a family friend (Aubree) stay with us for awhile, and almost as soon as she moved into her mom’s house (her mom had relocated here), her fiance Chris moved in for the summer. 
Well, Chris came back this summer, to hang out for a few weeks, until their wedding. (which was this past Saturday.) 
Their adventure, filming a reality show, has been a fun one to watch- from our comfy little distance… We hope it, in the end, is a really great story of their own… (being a hater of reality tv, I’m skeptical and worried, but my kids would be the first to tell you I worry about far too much so whatever, ignore my cynicism.) 
At any rate, i thought I’d share a few scenes from a really cool wedding for two really remarkable people {whom we love a great deal}, all shot from a measly iPhone in really crappy lighting… 
Enjoy… 

{ and yes, my husband did brave the camera for about 5 seconds, to attempt to pop n lock… 
I LOVE him… }
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Talk… {Rooftops of Tehran}

Our first book club selection, of the summer, was the perfect book to kick it all off with!  
Mahbod’s writing was so poetically beautiful. 
I felt like the romantic elements were light enough to not make it the focus. I learned so much about the Persian culture and my eyes were opened to a handful of issues, in our world, which my American bred apathy had kept me unaware of. 
All in all, I really loved this book. 
REALLY. {!!!!!!!!!!}
I loved the way in which the story, while pacefully moving towards itself, moved back and forth from the mental hospital to their summer and the events that immediately followed. 
The elements that deeply touched me, in this novel, were those of the relationships. The level of love and respect that Pasha had for his father- even when he was upset with him- I found touching. The way in which the adults such as his parent’s friends, and even Ahmed’s slightly crazy grandmother, were so highly esteemed was also a really incredible detail to the story. Mahbod’s writing is really moving and periodically I found myself highlighting lines and phrases so as to keep them treasured. My absolute favorite moment was when Pasha’s father was embraced with his childhood best friend. Together, there whispering and hugging, they were caught in a moment that only belonged to them. Pasha’s immediate response was that he knew that’s what life would be like for he and Ahmed as well. I really loved that. 
All in all I found this story beautifully weaving loveable and relateable characters, despite significant cultural differences, into a tale that I will keep with me forever. It isn’t an Iranian tale about their politics and events of the 70’s as much as it’s a universally human tale about love, connection, friendship and being true to each of those things… 
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Bucketing fun…

I am so busy, these long summer days, between a few really exciting photo projects, editing of Liar, and normal domestic Goddess duties such as laundry, dinner and dusting…
For people like me, lists are GOOD…
For the sanity of my family, lists like this are vital…

And so far, I’d say we are off to a GREAT start… 

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Perspective…

Last summer we went to San Francisco for about 10 days. 
My husband manages a department, at his company, of men who sometimes act a little silly. They thought it would be hilarious to hang this monstrosity in his office, as a practical joke. 
When he returned to work, no one wanted it, and so he just left it there… 
And then one has to say “no wonder your mojo is so messed up, at work, buddy!” but anyway… 

 The first day that I walked into his office (it isn’t often) and saw it, I was absolutely horrified by the complete ugliness of it- and then I was romanticized by the possibilities…

Especially in the potential of this frame…

So, I’ve begged and pleaded for him to bring it home. He has counteracted with how it will never be as wonderful as I’m imagining- and blah blah blah…

But he finally did it…

and it is!

Very much the brain storm board in my office and the chalkboard of my dreams!!!! 
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Scenes from a tea…

When Genny was little, we had tea parties everyday. 
As she moved into full day school and grew more interested in boy crushes and less in tiny tea sets and teddy bears, we evolved our tradition to simply tea. 
An afternoon snack, some conversation and lovely pot of tea. 
Occasionally we go to a tea house for such things, and other times we silently shove our noses in books and sip our cups of leafy goodness while lost in imagination… 
Pretty much, we’re tea fans here. 
In some way, shape or form we partake in tea everyday. 
Sometimes it takes a six year old girl to shake things up a bit… 
 The stage is set… 
 Paisley’s makeover is complete… {poor thing}
 Emma with flowers donning her fur. {poor, poor baby}
 Lil’ C is dressed in her, er Gen’s, fanciest frock… 
 Friends are arriving… 
 Finally! Everyone is here. {thought it seems like someone is missing…}

 Tea Cheers… 
Found them, hiding… Can’t really blame them, can you? 
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