Certified Handmade

There is a funny sketch on Portlandia that I’ve been thinking about lately.  A couple sits down in an organic bistro for dinner. The woman may order the chicken, but she first has some questions for the waitress: “Is this chicken USDA Organic? or Oregon Organic? or Portland Organic?” “Is the chicken . . . local?”  To best … Continue reading Certified Handmade

Front Porch Sitting

I’m quite sure I do my best garbage picking at night. Pride banished like daylight I stalk around upper middle class neighborhoods, ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. Well, not exactly. But without having to worry about “what the neighbors might think” I feel much bolder to nab a great piece by night (even if it is … Continue reading Front Porch Sitting


I grew up in a pretty 1920-something house with leaded glass windows. I never thought much about these windows because they were just there. (And they were just windows.) But they really were lovely. Each diamond-shaped panel of glass was at a slightly different angle from the next, giving the windows a faceted look. The glass was also … Continue reading Insta-Elegance