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Monday, May 30

Daisy Pyrex Love: A Family Affair

Last year I found a piece of Daisy Pyrex during a vintage hunting trip, and I gifted it to my sister, who had just moved into a new apartment and needed some bake ware.
Although she needed it and I didn't, it was really hard for me to pass it along to her. As you know, I love flowers, and yellow-orange is my absolute favorite color. Anyway, fast forward a year, and I'm in California, helping my mom go through 40 years worth of pots, pans, dishes and Tupperware in my grandma's kitchen. As we're digging through mountains of Tupperware (not the good, vintagey kind either), what do we find? Not one, not two, but THREE Daisy bake ware dishes. And they're different from Lauren's piece. I couldn't believe our luck. Apparently it's in my genes to love these things.

Here they are in all their pretty, sunny glory. We'd been using the middle-sized dish, but we had no idea it had the Daisy refrigerator lid. The smallest one's dish is missing, so we're on the hunt for a replacement.

And that is what brought us to the Tennesee Antique Mall in Nashville yesterday. I was on the hunt for a small Daisy Pyrex casserole dish, with or without the lid. No dish was found, but we did find lots of Pyrex in various colors - reds, yellows, greens....and then, just as we were coming to the end of our search -- Jonathan spotted two yellow bowls hiding on a cluttered shelf. He lifted them up so I could get a better look, and ta-da! They were Daisy bowls! Hurray!

They look right at home in our dining room, don't they? Ahh....I'm hooked on this stuff.

Check out pyrexlove.com if you have an interest in vintage Pyrex. There is a wealth of information to be found there, and the photos are so inspiring. I have been visiting the Daisy page since I found Lauren's piece last year, and now I'm on a mission to complete our family's set. Luckily for me, Jonathan has also been bitten by the mid-century bug. You'll hear more about that very soon. It involves everything from suitcases to cars to RVs...yes, you read that correctly.

Stay tuned...

Monday, May 16

Dream a Dream of You, California

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight On a bed of California stars I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight On a bed of California stars

I'd love to feel Your hand touching mine And tell me why I must keep working on

Yes I'd give my life To lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

I'd like to dream My troubles all away On a bed of California stars

Jump up from my starbed Make another day Underneath my California stars They hang like grapes On vines that shine And warm the lovers' glass Like friendly wine So I'd give this world Just to dream a dream with you On our bed of California stars

I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight On a bed of California stars I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight On a bed of California stars

I'd love to feel Your hand touching mine And tell me why I must keep working on

Yes I'd give my life To lay my head tonight on a bed of California stars

I'd like to dream My troubles all away On a bed of California stars

Jump up from my starbed Make another day Underneath my California stars

They hang like grapes On vines that shine And warm the lovers' glass Like friendly wine

So I'd give this world Just to dream a dream with you On our bed of California stars

So I'd give this world Just to dream a dream with you On our bed of California stars

by Wilco Club Videos via You Tube

It's in my blood. Despite my best efforts, I find myself drawn to it again and again. I go, and I return home feeling the need to go there again. As time passes, the feeling only gets stronger and more urgent. My heart is there. It's my history. Everyone I love has been drawn there. My great-grandmother moved there in the late '50s from her family home of Ohio, and my grandma followed from Alaska with my mom in 1960. My dad, raised in Naples, Italy, chose Whittier College for his degree. He spent the late '60s only a short 30-minute drive from where my grandma and grandpa would build their dream home in 1974. That home is the very one that I have called my second home for nearly 28 years. It's the one place I can go, and my troubles feel as though they're far away. When I walk down that stretch of sand between Manhattan and Palos Verdes, I feel completely at peace. My great-grandmother, grandma, great aunt and my mother all lived in Southern California, and my great-great-grandmother even visited there. It has such historical significance for my family, but strangely enough, I never really made all these connections until my last trip in April, when we were going through ancient boxes of projector slides, all from their time in California in the '60s. No wonder I love it so. It's in my genes. My heart is in California. It's truly in my blood, in my soul.

Fortunately, Jonathan understands my urgent need to be there, and he lets me live that dream over and over again. Thank you, my love, for allowing me that dream. Thank you for sharing it and understanding why I love it so much.

This song, recorded by Wilco and Billy Bragg, was written by Woody Gurthie. You can read about Woody's sad story here. If there was ever a song that sums up my family's connection to this state, it is "California Stars." It makes me cry almost every time I listen to it.

Wednesday, May 11

Hiding Out and Smelling the Roses

Wow, it's been a while since I posted. Since April 19, I've prepared for a trip, gone on a trip, recovered from a trip, visited several doctors (regarding my side that won't stop hurting) and worked like a mad woman. I have much to share, but I've been so exhausted that I haven't felt much like blogging. I know that will change soon. I have many pictures and stories to tell. In the meantime, please enjoy some photos from my trip. I live for the California sun and the roses that grow in it. These are my grandma's roses, the ones my mom and I continue to love eight years after her passing. They are huge and so beautiful. And the best part? They smell as good as they look. I just saw a bumper sticker that said "Wag More. Bark Less." Awesome motto, right? Porter thinks so.