I really am not in need of any more motivation to go back to San Francisco. Seeing as how it’s St. Patty’s Day and I’ve already been poolside this afternoon, in a few months I’ll be desperate to escape the desert heat. 
Craftsman and Wolves. 
In the heart of the Mission. 
I’m salivating.

Oh, and lest I forget, such visually beautiful videography from Eva Kolenko as she captures the essence of this artesian vision. 


First Birthmas of the Year!
‘Tis the season… 
for laughter, mirth, and love.
I am supremely enchanted tonight, and incredibly grateful for the friend who knows my style so well and generously (SUPER generously) remembers I’ve coveted this bracelet from J.Crew for over a year and took note of how forlorn I was when I tried it on and asked it be put back in the case this summer, the same friend who agrees that Tuck Shop is the best place for our final 2012 friend-date (the same friend who braves what have now been dubbed “res dogs” while camping in the very rustic Navajo Nation), and the friend who has the sense of humor to wish me a billionaire boyfriend for 2013. I told her that a billionaire is probably too high maintenance for me, and even that a millionaire is likely too much ego for my patience. Heck, I’d settle for someone who matches my salary… which, from what I hear, even that is wishful thinking. This economy… blows. Because, although I am comfortable with my take home pay, there is an awful lot that I budget and do without because my “expendable” income gets quickkly exhausted. But I DO appreciate her humor and sentiment!
This is… a Birthmas gift I will wear with enthusiasm and treasure for much time to come… with or without an overly sweet perfume (I think not, for I love my Parisian fragrance so much, it reminds me what I loved about and miss each day I don’t stroll along the Seine). 

Conversation with Bestie:

Me: I should recommend him to invite me out for sushi!
Bestie: Well, what do you mean but inviting for “sushi”?
Me: Sushi!
Bestie: Does that mean man down on…
Me: That means SUSHIIIIIIIIIII!!!!
Bestie: Im sorry….
Bestie: Here, it still means….
Me:  No, no, here it means SUSHI!!!!

Friends… East Coast vs West Coast

….. How Many Years After Sex and the City Died then resurrected then died after that horrible schphiel in the desert?

OHHHHHH for the love of the epic best of besties… if for nothing other than frustration, than for the grossly over exaggerated anticipation of the other’s response….. MY Bestie – automatic assumption of my sluttiness. I’m so glad to know that… after all the years she’s taken a “B” in class for my bitch ass… she believes I would go…..


Checking out Central Phoenix’s newest yogurt shop (it was just a little bit! and I’ve been counting some major calorie reductions….) and doodling for a bit while on break from the last truly heinous paper I’ll have to write for a little while. I’m sooo close… To being ABD, not close enough to that frigging PhD. This afternoon, it’ll be back to work. Countdown to the weekend end, I hope to be done with this thing by tomorrow night. Later, gators!


I think I am entering a sugar shock like I have never seen before from all the sweetness in this video. I may be crazy – I’ve certainly been called as much – but I don’t think I’ll be alone watching Animal Planet Saturday, the 17th, when I meet the baby sloths featured in the documentary, Meet the Sloths.

THE SLOTHS ARE COMING… from Lucy Cooke on Vimeo.

After the day I had today (a friend summed it best when he commented that I had a crappy morning to start a crappy day of the week), I enjoyed a wonderful dinner out celebrating pre-Christmas with five fantastic friends who, I think, are more excited about my birthday fete than I actually might be… and the sloths. I agree, this is cute crack, and a far better use of my mindless time blasting than any of the Real Housewives series’ reruns.

I may be crazy… and I definitely think I’m crazy for these babies!

Meet the sloths from Lucy Cooke on Vimeo.