Here, some tea towels. Innocent enough, even if you don’t like the color of the stripes.


But look at the front of the towels, and you will see how creepy they are.



I offer these as proof of two things: (1) I was a weird kid who went through an embroidery phase and (2) sexism was alive and well in the 70s. Really? Brainwashing kitties? Obviously their not-so-subliminal messages didn’t work. They’re super wrinkled. I hate ironing.

I found these in a closet somewhere in my mom’s house eons ago and reclaimed them. Then quickly shoved them in a box. Now, they’re going to be hand towels for parties. Can’t wait to see what kind of snarky comments they elicit.

We celebrated the Solstice on Saturday with our fifth annual Summer Solstic Barbecue. Horrible photographer that I am, I took exactly one photo…and the gracious subject flipped off the camera. So that just won’t do.

I’d post a picture of something beautifully evocative of summer. But it’s rainy and gray, almost as if I never moved out of Daly City!

I’d show you a belated Springtime photo of my favorite sign of Spring – ducklings! – since I saw them for the first time just a few weeks ago. But the Petaluma duckies are quite camera shy.

Instead, on this gloomy Tuesday, I give you proof that everyone’s a kid when it comes to baby cats.

Baby Tigger

They really wanted to pet him.

She squealed!