Saturday, January 24, 2009


Coco is coming for the summer. I can't wait.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Mine, Mine, All Mine

Yesterday Tim uttered four words that everyone has an opinion on. "Let's move in together." My opinion on the topic? Totally mixed. I have lived with somone before and it was wonderful; but now I live alone and it is kind of my thing. I love having wardrobes full of MY clothes. I love having the washing machine to myself, pink pillows on the couch and a sideboard filled with my workout clothes instead of dishes. I love having bookselves filled with boots and cluthes. I am sure I could keep all of those things if Tim were to move in; but what frightens me is his stuff coming into my space. Seriously I did give him a basket in the bathroom and a section of one of my wardrobes! But that might not totally count because I took the wardrobe space back after a few months.

The problem is not his taste or the style of his stuff, it is just the sheer amount. He has so many books and dvds and cds and clothes and ski gear and bikes and a grand piano! The amount of stuff this man has is probaly normal but I am an extreme minimilist. I do not buy cds (Itunes, thank you very much). I do not buy dvds; who wants to watch a movie more than once and they just take up room. Room that I need to be empty.

The man I lived with before had the same philosophy on stuff. We did not buy anything except clothes and kitchen items that would fit in out cabinets. All books were given away after reading. Photos, music and paperwork were kept digitally only. And so when we broke up, we very easily divided up our megear amount of stuff. Tim's stuff is another story. I fear his stuff would take over and grow and mutliply. It is like a third roomate.

I totally thought I had bought myself another year or two of living alone with the proclamation of my ugly rug addiction. But no, not even that could scare the man off.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

Bye Bye Brown

I am obsessed with these rugs. Which is totally crazy since I spent the first 10 years of my adult life surrounded in a sea of brown, tan and cream. Now I just need to pick a few to add to my perfect little girly flat. Poor Tim... Any ideas on which ones to pick?

Wednesday, January 14, 2009


Oh how I miss AtOne Yoga. I just attended a German Yoga class and it had none of the essential addicting elements. There were no sweating feet on slipping yoga mats. No handstands and blarring music. No cramming 50 people into a small 90F studio and then losing yourself into the music and ryhmatic flow of energy. And of course this class was sans hot tattooed instructors with Southern accents and tanned skin.

These daily sessions of bending and strengting both mind and body were such an important part of my daily routine in Phoenix. The time spent at the studio was mine to be selfish and recover and build a new life.

Next week I will try a new studio and hope to find my balance and flow in this new home I am creating.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Me at Lunch

Me: I got honked at today by a tractor driver.
The Guys: Are you sure?
Me: Yes, I a swear. And the best part was that I was totally covered up. I had a hat, gloves, scarf, big huge jacket and winter boots.
The Guys: And you got honked at by a guy on a tractor?
Me: YES!
Oh, hey do snow plows look like tractors...all big and yellow?
The Guys: Yes. And did you have a Starbucks??
Me: Umm..yeah, it was a snow plow and he was probably admiring my hot cup of coffee.
The Guys: Yep...

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Comfort and Joy

The BEST part of a new city....

The FRIENDS waiting there for you.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Two Years and Counting

So now it has been two years and I am fine. Really, seriously fine like the whole broken heart bit never happened. When did I get better? I don't know... Like every challenge I have taken, I was too busy enjoying the process to notice. And now it has been two years and the pain is gone. It would be nice to know exactly how long it took so I could make a little calendar for my next friend with a broken heart. One of those daily rip a page off kind. It could have a task for the day. Something like, invite a friend to yoga...a good workout and one hour when you will not feel crazy or cry (452 days to go). Or buy a new book...reading is a much better midnight activity than text messaging your ex (435 days to go).

Tea Party

Further proof of Sherman's full recovery.

For all of you that are getting bored of dog photos, I will be traveling again soon. You will just love where I am going...

And good thing it will be warm there (hint). My jacket is broken. Seriously, it is negative 12 here and I had it zipped way up to my chin and then nothing. The zipper would not budge. So, I started to panic and then I had the brilliant idea to pull the thing off over my head. Not as simple as it sounds. Also, about half-way I changed my mind and decided the chance of smothering myself with the big thick cashmere scarf wraped around my neck was too great. And what a way to die right? Remember I live alone and this was all happening in my flur (translation...foyer). AAHH, by the time I wrestled the thing off I had a huge red mark on my forhead from the aforementioned zipper.

Tuesday, January 6, 2009


This just happens to be my best mail day EVER! Thank you Amazon. You are the giver of much joy. I should have started sending myself care packages months ago. In fact I am tempted to publish my address just so I can get more crap TV show DVDs and decorating magazines, English only please. Just kidding. But seriously, you might not hear from me for awhile. I have already spent the entire night binging on season one of the Real Housewives; which happens to be a totally entertaining show. Come on, I can't be the only one who loves it. There are four seasons! During the crap TV marathon (first episiode) I flipped through all four magazines. Forget the whole savor business from my earlier post. Then I broke into the workout DVDs. The yoga was perfect so I decided to forge on with the 30 day shred. Now I can barely move (seriously it hurts to type) and I am pretty sure I am in trouble with Mrs. Mehren, my downstairs neighbor. Is it rude to do jumping jacks in a 100 year old creaky house?

And how is Sherman, you ask? Barking his ears off at me as we speak....

Monday, January 5, 2009


I am going to buy an expensive pair of boots. I have been visiting them for days. They live in a little shop on Willienstrasse. But I can just picture them as my new roomates. I think we would be a perfect match. How do they look, you ask? Black and sleek...but a little rough. The leather is pinched just enough to differentiate them from all the other smooth finishes out there. It is more about what I just know they will feel like when I slip them on. I have already been introduced to expensive boots and I don't think it will be easy to explain what it feels like to slide your feet into these pieces of artwork. They glide past your foot and ankle and grab onto your claves like a perfectly smooth and confident man's handshake. Not too tight but enough to make you meet his eyes as you feel the corners of your mouth turn up. Then there is the way you feel strutting around town with these indulgent fabrics supporting and protecting you as you make your way. You meet the eyes of each man passing you and smile confidently at the women admiring your style. Best of all, when you pass a mirror you stare for an extra second trying to place the familiar looking girl in the glass... Oh yeah, that is me in my dream included.

Round Two

What we love...
A beautiful winter view

and a nap in front of an old radiator.

Sunday, January 4, 2009


I just did this! I am an accountant; which means I have zero decorating skills. However, I am really enjoying making my old European villa a cozy home. This doorway was closed off sometime over the past 100 years, resulting in a wierd closed off doorway in my dressing room. I have been dying to turn it into a shoe rack. With Sherman sick all weekend, I had a perfect excuse to miss a few dinner parties and make this beauty.

Poor Shermie

Sherman has been sick all weekend.

Nurse Ellie is on call...

I Love This Story!!

A year ago I cried because I was alone.

Now I savor my time alone.
A lot has changed in a year. I can't wait to write the next chapter...

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Happy New Year

Happy New Year, with love from Germany.

Friday, January 2, 2009


These kids are in my living room! Now I feel like the rest of the world.... The youngest threw up on my couch and then they left.