Friday, January 27, 2012

Vintage Sign Love

If you're new here, you might not know about my love for vintage signs.
It's kind of an addiction.
Or obsession.
At the very least, it's a collection.
I collect photos of vintage signs.
And I've been doing it for years.
Here's a few I snapped recently.

Don't you just love a good arrow?
The lights in it make it that much better.



The arrow is part of the Roxie Cleaners sign from Belmont Shore.
This sign used to be much cooler.
Then someone decided to "clean it up" and took off the old letters, painted it, added the new, blue letters and changed the sign for the worse.
Don't people know that you don't mess with vintage signs?
Come on now!


So now I mostly like the arrow.
Aaron bought a bunch of the big Christmas lights on clearance after Christmas with hopes of one day making us a light up arrow of our own.
He's got a million and one projects to do, but that one sounds like so much fun!




This is a trailer park sign I have loved for years.
I finally stopped to snap some photos.
As evidenced by the story above, you never know when some fool is going to get rid of a sign.
Document while you can!



I played around with some filters on Photoshop with this picture.
Late night fun for this mama who should be sleeping.

Want to see more of my favorites?
Try here.
Here.
Or here.  (we're taking another trip to China town soon and I can't wait to see these signs again!)


If you know of a great old sign kinda near here, let me know.
I go on drives just for signs.
No lie.
Love from,
Greta

The Sunset Drive In

The first, and only, drive-in movie I saw was Mary Poppins.
I was little.  Mabey 5?
But I remember it well--the speakers, munching the popcorn my mom brought in a big paper bag, the thrill of watching those silly penguins on the big screen. (you know the penguins are the best scene in that movie)
It was so much fun.

We went to the drive-in in Oceanside.
Some of you fellow Fallbrook or North County readers might have gone there too.
The screens are still there.
So is the parking lot.
Except now it is home to a swap meet every weekend.
It bums me out every time I drive past it on my way home for a Fallbrook visit.
Why did the drive-ins die?












Wednesday, January 25, 2012

When Treats Come in the Mail!

I am still deep in the throes of Christmas posts over at my other blog, Lilly and the Brothers.
I just have not been able to catch up with all those Christmas memories I want to record.
And so I am still plugging away.
Yes, I know it's nearly February.
I don't care.
It must be done.
That's why this post is appearing now.
By rights it, too, is a Christmas post.
But I didn't get to it at Christmas.
Or anytime after.
But it must be done.
Because it is just too much fun not to share.

Right before Christmas, I found a package left on my doorstep.
It looked like it might have been dropped a few times, and then ran over by the mail truck before it was delivered to my house.
I had received all the packages I'd ordered, so I had no idea what it was.
And the return address label didn't make any sense.
"What is this?" I wondered.
I opened it.
And remembered.
A faithful, international, reader of my blog made some wreaths and I commented on how cute they were.
"Send me your address and I'll make you one," she joked.
But she wasn't joking.
So I sent her my address.
And then forgot all about it.
Until I opened that package.
Look what I found!



Doesn't it look perfect hanging on my turquoise, front door?
I love it!




I squealed and then got all teary at the thought that someone, who I have never met, would go through all that effort for me.
What a wonderful surprise.




And it kept getting better.
The package was chock full of Christmas treats.
A home made memory game for the kids.




A soft book for Davy to chew on.




A doll sized, hand painted table and chair found at a German flea market.




Christmas Toffee for Aaron.
Oh man, it was good.
Really.  So. Very. Good.
There were homemade Christmas cookies too.
I don't know how they survived the trip, but they did and oh my, they were good!




I loved that the tags were in German.




And the best part was a sweet, hand written card from my blogging friend.



I love the world of blogging.
Over and over again, I have been touched by the kindness of strangers who become friends over the internet.
I know some people find it kind of weird, but I love it.
Who doesn't love it when treats come in the mail?
Thank you, friend.
Your wreath still hangs on my door, and I smile and think of you each time I see it.
Love from,
Greta

PS. And take a moment to visit Swenja's blog, Hennymats.  Lately she's been posting simple kids crafts that I really like.  We did these little paper houses yesterday and my boys loved decorating them.  You're sure to be inspired.

Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Julia Child's Split Pea Soup

As a child, I dreamt of split pea soup.
Not because I was an amazing eater.
I was picky.
Annoyingly picky.
I'm sure I had never even tried split pea soup, and if I did, I probably would have hated it.
I wanted split pea soup because of this place:

Every time we drove down the 5 freeway, I'd see it.
Pea Soup Anderson's.
The place with the windmill, the Tudor style buildings, and English cottage roof lines.
It looked different than anything in my Southern California, small town experience.
It looked exotic, and it called to me.
I guess I've always had wanderlust.

I don't know if we ever ate there.
In the way of kids, I probably never told my parents that I wanted to.
I probably couldn't formulate a way to express my desire for far off places.
Or maybe I did, and we ate there and it was so un-memorable that I've forgotten it completely.
Whatever it was, all these years later, I now like split pea soup.
I'm not picky anymore.

We haven't had much soup weather yet this winter.
We've gone to the beach far more often than we've wanted soup.
But we've just had a few days of rain, which immediately calls for making soup.
I decided on split pea.
There are heaps of split pea soup recipes around.
But I went with the best: Julia Child.
She didn't disappoint.
It turned out to be the best split pea soup I've ever had.
It just doesn't photograph well.


The thing that sold me about this recipe was making a ham stock for the soup.
One of my favorite parts of split pea soup is the taste of salty, slightly sweet ham.
Using a stock made from ham as well as adding shredded ham to the soup seemed like it would take the soup to the next level.

Making the stock is easy.
You start with mirepoix, that is, a mixture of chopped celery, onion and carrot.




Put that together in a big stock pot, along with water, a herb bouquet and a meaty ham hock.
I used a smoked ham hock because I like that smoky flavor added to my soup.




After simmering on the stove for a while, the stock is done.
If you think making your own soup stock sounds to hard, I assure you, it isn't.
Minimal effort for a big pay off.
I strained the stock and poured it into large mason jars.




I let them cool a bit and then popped them into the fridge to use the next day.




Or as it turned out, a couple days later.
This is another one of the reasons I really liked this recipe.
Storing the stock in the fridge, or even the freezer, gave me the flexibility to make the soup at a later date if I wanted.
I wasn't committed to making it that afternoon.
In fact, waiting until the stock has cooled a while in the fridge makes getting the fat off much easier.
When the stock is cold, it rises to the top in a solid "cap" and you can take it right off.
Be sure to remove that fat before you use the stock.




Whether you choose to use your stock right away or later, it is liquid gold.
A touch sweet, a touch salty and with real ham flavor.
You will not achieve that flavor by simply cooking your peas in water with a ham bone thrown in.
Try it.


When you are ready to make the soup, make another mirepoix and cook it in some butter.
Add flour, the stock and your dried peas.
Cook it all together for 45 minutes to an hour, or until the peas are soft.


Most people puree their split pea soup.
It makes for a prettier soup.
But I prefer chunky soups to smooth, so I only removed a cupful or two and blended them.
This gave the soup some creaminess, but kept the chunky texture I like.
You might prefer to blend the whole batch of soup.
It does not affect the flavor of the soup, just the texture.
And the way it looks.
Because this soup is the most unattractive food I have ever photographed.




I won't tell you what it reminds me of.
But I assure you, it tastes divine.
We're expecting temperatures near 80 by the end of the week, but as soon as we get another rainy day, I'll be making this soup again.
I can't wait.
Bon appetit!
Love from,
Greta


I'd love to write out the recipe for you here, but can hardly keep my eyes open, so here's the link.
Go here.
Thanks to Kath for doing all the work for me!

Monday, January 23, 2012

Of Thrifting, Old Signs and Being Married to my Soul Mate

Aaron was out of town last week and I had every intention of blogging each night he was gone.
Because I have missed it.
I was going to get all those Christmas posts done because it is bugging me that I am behind.
And I want to move on.
But each night after I got the kids to bed, before 8 mind you, I fell on the couch, utterly spent.
I often stayed there until I woke up shivering, or heard a child calling me from sleep.
Sleep became far more important than blogging.
Even fractured sleep.
Doing it all, all alone, is tiring.
Even if it's only for a week.

But I'm getting better at it!
The first 3 days felt pretty easy.
And I got a little confident.
That confidence came crashing down the 4th day when I became frustrated with each kid about something or other and desperately wanted a break.
Thankfully I got one.
I dropped the kids off at my friend's house for my every other week, afternoon off.
I needed to clean the house.
I went thrifting instead.

It turned out to be a great day.
I found vintage sheets, vintage thermoses, a new thrift store and when I got a little bit lost, I found this old sign.



I had a few heart palpitations when I saw it.
There I was, in the middle of suburban sprawl, not quite sure where I was, when I happen upon this sign, and this still operational, drive through dairy.




Even more amazing, behind it was, a still operational dairy.
What the what?
Am I in Wisconsin or something?
I guess this all used to be farm land.
I bet it was beautiful.
Now it is surrounded by less than gentrified neighborhoods, the 91 freeway and miles upon miles of sprawl.
Not so beautiful.
But the sign made me happy.
Really, crazy, happy.




I got out and took tons of photos.
Because that's what I like to do for fun.
What made the moment even cooler was this: right as I pulled over to take pictures of the sign, my phone rang.
"Greta? This is Paul."
What?!  Paul!
No way.
Paul, one of Aaron's friends from art days in college, and new dad of a 3 week old baby, wanted to bring dinner over.
Because I was still palpitating over the sign and the fact that Paul was calling right when I saw his name on the sign, it took me a moment to process this.
And then I did.
"What?  I should be bringing you dinner.  And besides, Aaron is out of town."
"I know.  I just talked to him.  That's why Denise and I want to bring dinner to you and the kids."
Wow.
Really?
I almost cried.
Because sometimes, in the midst of solo parenting or not, being taken care of feels really good.
It doesn't take a lot to make someone feel like a million bucks.
Here's to friends who come over bearing pizza!




As soon as I got off the phone with Paul, I called Aaron to tell him about the sign, my vintage sheets and the care of friends.
David was screaming from the back seat, finally fed up with being toted along in his car seat for 2 + hours.
"Where are you?" Aaron asked.
"I don't even know, but this street is so full of amazing signage, I have to come back and take pictures."
In the background: Scream! Scream! Scream!
"Oh my gosh!" This time it was me.
"I just saw the coolest laundry mat ever!  The coolest!"
"Is it the one with the giant clothes pin on it?"
"Yes!!!!"
"I know! It's so cool!"
You see.
SOUL MATES.
(Cue Napoleon Dynamite)
I wonder how many guys out there would be excited with me about the laundry mat with the giant clothes pin?
I guess I'm the lucky one.
I guess  we were just MFEO.
(name that movie)


The next day I took pictures of all my treasures.
These sheets are kinda Brady Bunchish, but imagine them pared with pink, in Lilly's room one day.
I have a vision.




I loved these pillow cases.



And then I found this sheet to go with them.
Not matchy at all, but theysome how work together.





And for our cold and hot beverage needs, vintage thermoses.


A little worn, but sometimes I like things with a patina.


Besides, I never mind adding to the thermos collection.




Some girls go to the spa when they're feeling overwhelmed.
Me?
I hit the thrift store and buy other people's cast offs.
I stop for old signs and swoon over giant clothes pins.
It's cheap fun.
But the spa wouldn't be so bad either.
Love from,
Greta

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Boots As Art (i got pink Hunters!)

For Christmas this year, Aaron got me a pair of pink, Hunter, wellies.
You know, rain boots.
For all the rain we get here in Southern California.
I know.
Perhaps rain boots for a girl living here are a touch dramatic.
Or silly.
But I have wanted these for years.
They're something I'd never buy myself.
And then that rainy day does come, and I see everyone else walking around in their rain boots and I am kicking myself for letting another winter go by without getting a pair of my own.


I've scouted out lots of other boots and I have to say, these are my favorites.
I tried plaid ones, polka dots and stripes.
Most of the time I hate the way the pattern is screen printed on the boot.
It's sloppy and it looks cheap.
My art director husband has gotten to me, right?
And even when I have tried on other solid color boots, I always come back to these.
I think they are the best.
Hunters are just my favorites.
Aaron knew that.
So he surprised me.
He's the best.


I couldn't wait to give them a test run.
As soon as presents and breakfast were over, I donned my favorite green coat (a Christmas gift from Aaron a few years back--the man has great taste) and headed outside to do a little photo shoot with my new boots.




The outfit was kind of laughable since it was about 75 degrees outside.
But I was enjoying the moment.
And then I had to go change, since I was getting all sweaty.




Of course, we haven't had a day of rain since Christmas.
We haven't even had clouds.
The weather has been amazing.
80 degree days.
We went to the beach 3 times last week.
It's been glorious.
But not rain boot weather.
And I figure, even though I can't wear them, I still can enjoy them.




There they sit, in the entry way, for all to see.
Just a little piece of installation art.
Pink Boots, I call it.
I'm enjoying my boots every single day.



They're ready to go.
Maybe we'll get some spring showers.
Or maybe someone has a horse stable I can muck out.
(not really)



Thanks for another favorite Christmas gift, babe.
You spoil me.
Love from,
Greta

Monday, January 9, 2012

The Best Laid Plans (and a cute little book to write them in)

I have had plans to get back to blogging.
I have had plans to change the Christmas header into a new one.
Or even back to the old one.
I have had plans.
But sometimes, often times, my plans don't go the way I want them to.

Christmas was busy.
And I couldn't manage outings and projects and packing and wrapping and sickness and blogging.
So I took a break.
And then we got home from our week away and I spun into a whirlwind of New Years activity.
Taking down the tree, cleaning out closets, scrubbing walls and light fixtures.
I like to start the New Year fresh.
And then I got the flu.
I was down for the count.
Do you ever feel like losing a day sets you back a week?
I lost 3 days and was pretty much done for.

I'm still recovering.
One night last week I came home from an after-the-kids-go-to-bed-trip-to-the- store and Aaron wanted to watch a movie.
"Sure," I said.  "Can we watch it in bed?"
We have never had a tv in our bedroom.
The only time we watch tv in bed is when we're staying at a hotel.
So...never.
But I was so tired I knew I'd fall asleep immediatly and so a movie in bed seemed like a perfect idea.
(Lap tops are awesome for this kind of thing.)
It was.  I fell asleep right away.
Having kids wake up coughing all night long, or wake with horrible ear pain, or wake wanting to nurse all night long because he got used to it over Christmas break at the grandparent's house doesn't do much to help the tiredness either.
What I'm trying to say is that the plans to get back to my blogs just haven't materialized.
I'm trying tonight, but there's no telling what tomorow will bring.

But if I do end up taking some one to the dr. for ear pain, I'll be sure to write down the appointment time in my new planner.
It's super cute.
Let me show you.



The cover alone makes it worth it, am I right?




Inside front cover, also super cute.
Now if you are a uptightish, perfecty kind of person, this might not be the planner for you.
You might prefer a more traditional planner.
This is the kind that you can start whenever you want.
Just circle the month at the top of the page and write in your numbers.




I love a planner that has each month laid out and then the weeks as well.
This has both.




It also has lots of space to write notes.
Along with fabulous bird illustrations and great quotes.




It even has a section for you to write down names, phone numbers and addresses.
Yes. Old school.
You should do this.
Because if your cell phone dies you won't even be able to call your husband's cell phone because you don't have the number memorized.
Oh wait, that's just me?
Ooops.




There is also a sweet little pocket on the back page for boring stuff, like important receipts.
Or fun stuff. like love notes from your man.




I do love a good planner.
It's one of the best parts about January.
I'll just make sure to write my plans in pencil since they are sure to change.


I got the planner at Anthropologie, if you interested.
And if you want another kind of planner, my friend Heather, over at Life Made Lovely, created these free, printable daily planner sheets.
Go look!
They are so adorable and pretty much perfect.
Print a bunch, tie them with a pretty ribbon and give them to a friend.
Giving to others is my New Years resolution and that would be a good place to start.


It's good to be back, friends.
I have so much to share.
But I won't make plans for it, because who knows what will happen with them anyway.
Happy New Year!
Love from,
Greta