Grace: Issue 35

1. Finishing a necklace with beads from my favorite bead artist.
2. Realizing that what I like best about jewelrymaking is the completion.
3. Making incremental progress on a big project I've been stewing over at my day job.
4. Promising someone a chocolate bunny once Lent is over.
5. Watching robins hop around and knowing that spring is definitely en route.

Daily Grace: Issue 34

1. Dress shopping with my Mom, my sister and my niece - three generations of funny women.
2. Deciding to buy cool shoes (to be worn to work later) to jazz up a little black dress already in my closet.
3. Walking several miles in one day after too much time away from the gym.
4. Spending time playing "The Candy Game" - which consists of naming random kinds of candy - during a car ride with my niece.
5. Realizing that simpler can be better, in fancy dresses and in most areas of life.

Maximal Weekend

This weekend went by in a - poof! - of activity.

It all started off bright and early Saturday morning, where I snagged a prime parking spot in the city for $2 (just one block from my destination - hurrah!).

Got a haircut from my excellent stylist (always seems a little flatter than I'm used to, but we'll see).

Stopped by a small bead show (spent way too much - but it's inspired me to make more jewelry to sell to de-stash, so stay tuned for more details!).

Lunched with my Mom and my aunt (we are dweebs and all ordered the same thing: crab cake sandwich, but we enjoyed it immensely).

Trekked to Crate and Barrel to check out media consoles (none accommodate our weird too-large speaker).

Slept straight through the night (a deep, dreamless sleep, which is a huge departure).

Celebrated a friend's milestone birthday with her beyond-lovely family (a surprise brunch that actually knocked the socks off the guest of honor, who smiled for hours).

The Thrill of the Hunt

Off to a bead show tomorrow. I know at least two vendors that will take my money - the aforementioned Louise Mehaffey and her lampworked beads, and a silver vendor that gives my pieces their "oomph."

Then, after the show, it's lunch with two of my favorite people.

After the week I've had? I cannot wait!

Grace Issue 33: State of Mind

1. Ever since I can remember, 3 has been my lucky number. The fact that this is the 33rd issue of Grace made me smile.
2. I enjoy the connections I have made with people who are like-minded, and those who are entirely different from me.
3. Having too much to do leaves me feeling very unsettled. Lists don't help in that regard; in fact, a lengthy list can make me hyperventilate because it puts all my obligations in stark black and white.
4. My desk at work is currently more organized than it's been in months.
5. While I thoroughly enjoy gardens and appreciate the beauty of flowers and utility of fresh herbs, I do not have a good track record in terms of keeping them alive. So the fact that bulbs I planted 10 years ago continue to bloom year after year as a harbinger of spring continues to amaze and enthrall me. And they're finally peeking out of the mulch!

Grace In Small Things: Issue 32 (On the Road, Part II)

1. Arriving early at the airport and getting through security in record time.
2. Realizing that there's a Checkers in the food court.
3. That first, delicious bite of a Champ burger - when it's been years since we've been acquainted.
4. Snagging a table with a view of the planes taking off for destinations unknown.
5. Spending 20 lovely minutes eating at a table beside a sunny window, for the first time all week.

Slow Down, You Move Too Fast...

Ever since I learned to touch-type one summer in high school on a primitive computer programmed with rudimentary business software, I have been a wicked-fast typist (between 100 and 120 WPM).

It's come in handy in my line of work.

So most times, my fingers can keep up with my thoughts.

But lately, my computer keyboard has been persnickety; it misses a letter or two every other word or so while I'm typing, especially when I go fast (and it's not me; Mr. Spandrel has noticed it, too).

This equipment quasi-failure has forced me to gear down and literally consider every word I write.

It's led to frustration many times when I'm hoping to dash off a note before I forget what I'm thinking about.

But in other ways, the fact that it forces me to slow down and think is not necessarily a bad thing.

Grace in Small Things: On the Road

1. Riding the escalator to baggage claim in back of a man wearing full lederhosen and an alpine hat.

2. Getting to the hotel safe and sound to find I've been upgraded to a suite.

3. Learning the hotel desk clerk is a stand-up comedian who just had an audition in the morning.

4. A surprisingly good piece of salmon for dinner.

5. The first Macy's I've ever seen that was neat as a pin.

What, Me Worry?

I've read that spending time worrying about things is a waste of time and effort - and brainpower, too - aside from the stress that it generates.

That if you just take a "let's see what happens" approach, things will turn out fine 99% of the time.

But preparation is key and by worrying, I'm just trying to be prepared. What some might see as "worrying too much," I see as planning ahead.

In the wake of yesterday's nor'easter, I'm headed to slightly warmer climes for a business trip. Just hoping the airport cooperates and things aren't too delayed.

So instead of worrying, I'm visualizing smooth, on-time flights and cheap bottled water on the other side of security check-in.

A girl can dream, can't she?

Grace: Issue 30

1. Friends who get you.
2. Catching up over Japanese food.
3. Staying close to home.
4. A second cup of Refresh tea in a Roulette cup.
5. A random reference to the Greg Kihn band.

Lesson Learned: Trust Your Gut

Oh, Carla, my favorite Top Chef contestant, ever!

You, who showed throughout the competition that being true to yourself, to the flavors that you'd wrought, to all the things that made you you, in the end, was enough to get you to the top 3...

You let whatever tiny shred of insecurity you'd held at bay for months of competition creep up and allow a better trained chef, at least on paper -- but still one who in this very same competition also got into the weeds, if I recall, and didn't stay true to herself -- dictate your final meal? Sous vide? A cheese souffle? Really?

Oh honey, I've been there.

I know you've beaten yourself up over letting that run away from you. But don't worry. The more these things happen, the more you learn to trust yourself.

Hopefully, that's the last time you let someone else tell you how or what to cook.

Because I am convinced we'll see great things from you. Anyone who thinks to approach a competition with love, rather than negative energy and bad vibes, is OK in my book.

Having fallen down on the job by not trusting my own gut, I can totally relate. Those times that something just doesn't feel right, when there's something I can't put my finger on but know I should be doing something else, that's when things come back to bite me.

It's happening less and less frequently, now, that whole thing with ignoring my gut. And the more I see the results serve me well, it's constant reinforcement that my gut is the one thing that won't fail me.

When Words Fail You

Try Wordle.

Friends of Friends

For the most part, I've been lucky whenever a friend has said, "Oh, you've got to meet [so-and-so], you'll love them!" Because I've got such lovely friends, that usually works out in the end.

Such was the case last night, when I erased the memory of a decidedly anxiety-filled afternoon of workstress with dinner with some girlfriends.

The friend who had organized the evening had said that she wanted to introduce us to her best friend, who, along with her husband, was visiting from way out of town (London, to be exact!). We talked up a storm, ate mounds of delicious food, sampled lovely wines they brough to the tiny vegetarian BYOB we visited and generally laughed so hard my face still hurts.

In between, there were little side conversations with friends in attendance to catch up on old news, reminisce about cakes we have known (a certain victorian sponge with fresh cream stirred up great food memories!), rehash the state of the economy both here and in the UK, and realize that things truly are tough all over, thanks to the global economy, such as it is. Conversations hovered between serious and light, but friendly all the while.

It was immediately clear why my friend has stayed close with her bud all these years; they're two peas in a pod, those two. Finishing each others' sentences, shopping with the same aesthetic inspiring their selections, laughing at the old days and poking fun at embarrassing schoolgirl popstar obsessions (Paul Young!?). Aside from the surface bits, you can tell the love of family runs deep with these two, who are clearly sisters by choice if not by birth. Cheers to you both!

It's amazing how restorative a night with friends - both old and new - can be when you're at wits' end at work. Gives everything a bit more perspective.

And it made it easier to face the end of the week with determination, what with a nicely busy social calendar for the weekend looming ahead, with a 90th birthday lunch on Saturday and a lovely dinner on tap for Sunday.

Now, where's the wine?

Grace in Small Things: Issue 29

1. Velvety roasted red pepper hummus
2. Fragrant rosemary sprigs decorating every other plate
3. Warm and spicy black bean and mango quesadillas
4. Vanilla-to-the-10th-power gelato
5. A sweet glass of Riesling enjoyed with new friends

Grace: Issue 28

1. Deep violet amethyst
2. Shimmery freshwater coin pearls
3. Shiny-shiny borosilicate glass
4. Detailed Bali silver
5. Vein-streaked turquoise

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

Because there was major cleaning to be done today, I had to put away the beads that for weeks had been sitting on my workstation-slash-desk-slash-catchall area.

And as soon as they're away, I almost literally forget what I have. Any inspiration for a pattern or a combination or a piece de resistance flies right out the window.

If you've had any dealings with beads, you know they can be a god-awful mess if you don't have them organized. And the fact that I have to live with the combos a little while to see how things truly play out means I have a lot of stuff lying about at any given moment.

Sometimes working in matching palettes is the order of the day. But for more sophisticated color schemes, and projects of varying bead-size combinations, it just takes a lot of playing around. At least for me.

So although my desk is now clear, I can't envision what I want to create next?!

Grace: Issue 27

1. Meeting my cousin's bride-to-be.
2. Purple and green on the same floral fabric.
3. Gaining insight from another writer.
4. Having a holiday off.
5. Taking stock.

Grace: Issue 26

1. Fridays
2. Three-day weekends
3. Lucky number 3
4. Inching closer to spring
5. Resolution

Eat Your Peas: Or, Yay, Quirky Girl!

Throughout Top Chef this season, Carla did not disappoint with her goofball commentary and wild-eyed expressions. But if last night's Top Chef is to be believed, she dazzled Jacques Pepin with her classical French training and made peas so sublime that it nearly brought the judges to tears.

How about that?

To have made it to the final four based on a very slow-and-steady-wins-the-race pace, building up steam, keeping her cool, showing some humor. Kudos to Carla!

In the end, unfortunately, I think Stefan will win if only because he seems tightly wound yet in control.

If you're watching Top Chef, who do you think will win?

Grace: Issue 25

1. Understanding I will feel better soon, just maybe not on my terms or timetable.
2. Realizing the benefit of slowing down.
3. Knowing I can thrive wherever I'm planted.
4. Making positive changes.
5. Seeing that what you put out there returns to you, manyfold.

Grace in Small Things: Issue 24

1. Sunlight bursting into my office
2. Beads-beads-beads
3. Interesting New Yorker article on Florida's real estate bust
4. Chicken Paprikash for dinner
5. Flight of the Conchords, j'adore.

Grace: Issue 23 (Ode to Eric Ripert)

1. The way his French accent twists the word "however" into a sexy little pretzel.
2. The intensity with which he explains what he does - any teacher lacking passion for their profession could learn a thing or two from him.
3. Those bracelets, which make you notice his talented hands (talented at food preparation!).
4. The man is drop-dead gorgeous and doesn't act it. (That hair? Those eyes! That look of being completely in control yet somehow humble at the same time?)
5. That meltingly sly way he has of looking up, or askance, or over his fork and bursting into that perfect smile.

Obviously, I've been watching too much Top Chef. So pardon me while I think about dinner at Le Bernardin... wow, that would be the ultimate for a woman with a silly crush and a penchant for delicious seafood. Ah, one can dream!

Grace in Small Things: Issue 22

[Staying-Home Sick Edition]

1. Flannel, for the ultimate in cozy
2. A husband who shovels all the snow when I'm literally under the weather
3. Fleece blanket to stave off the shills
4. Hot soup that warms one up from the inside, in spite of the MSG
5. Trashy TV to keep attention diverted.

Grace in Small Things: Issue 21

1. The first walk around the neighborhood in weeks (months?)
2. Acknowledging Spring's imminence with a heretofore unknown neighbor
3. Learning the name of a fellow walker I'd waved to for years
4. Also, learning the name of her tiny dog: Phoebe
5. The bliss of watching the sun set and realizing the days really are getting longer

Rest for the Weary

After last weekend, which aside from the fun with glass, involved four hours of turnpike driving and two 8-hour days of intense creative work, this weekend has been blissfully commitment-free.

Because the Eagles missed the Super Bowl, we're not really even tuning into that.

Plus, I've seemed to have come down with something, and it's sapping my strength and making it hard to get a good night's sleep.

So today is All About Ease (although Mr. Spandrel would argue that every day is all about ease, for me!). Despite this, I am determined to get a few things done. A bit of housecleaning. Some groceries. Think through a few designs for the beads I made last weekend. And just hang with Mr. Spandrel, taking it easy.

But if you're a Pittsburgh or Arizona fan, may the best team win!