we're all on this journey, too...of finding the real inner you.

April 30, 2008 Candace Morris 1 Comments

i have to c o n f e s s something.

so far two of my tag lines have been completely and utterly stolen from my new album obsession.

perhaps someone can guess??? i realize those who don't know me will find this an unfair game...so i will just tell you. okay, you twisted my arm for a hint. see picture.

now, i have been told my at least one admirer that i have some resemblances to this lovely woman. oh golly, if only i could be soo lucky to embrace myself the way this woman does - also, god bless a woman with legs like that. perhaps god in all his justice will see fit to change my entire body type?

strangely enough, this was not going to be what my post was on at all...and now i am struggling to remember...


blessings on this wednesday, and i leave you with
and - when will i have time to refill my liqour cabinent and wine cellar? it's tragically empty. and my souls, that is no way to live.


a view of one's own

April 28, 2008 Candace Morris 3 Comments

well, we did it. my friends moved all of my things to a new house. it was so overwhelming to see how they all worked together and how our spirits laughed and how the weather nurtured us.

i have never felt glad to be at work, but today i am happy to not see a single box. we are trying to make everything make sense, but have only been able to do very small amounts at very short times - due to overwhelming exhaustion & transition.

But the view from my rooftop deck more than makes up for it - wouldn't you agree???
you can see the entire album here:

my little ones.


the lasts

April 25, 2008 Candace Morris 0 Comments

we packed our last things:

we sayed adios to our favorite local mexican food restaurant last night.

we bid ciao to our italian fav tonight with our other renton family.

ben had his last smoke on our porch at sunset.

gomes and morris had our bon voyage toast...

joel took his last cat nap on our couch here in the gheeetttoo.

i am off to finish packing the spices - who knows when blogging shall commence, internet can be tricky in moves...but

my hearts, i shall miss you oh so fondly.


memories in montage form

April 23, 2008 Candace Morris 13 Comments

so, last night as i was trying to slumber, my mind was flooded with reminisince of events in my little home...the home that i must bid adieu to (don't let it hear, but it's getting a little, tinsey, winsey bit easier.)

Let this blog hereby solicit any reader to partake in sharing what they think of when they imagine themselves in my house - as a means to honor this beautiful place.

here are some of mine, the ones that visited me last night.

3am, dancing with niki to the cure.

sitting with jess in our pjs at noon, ordering beef and broccoli, marathoning sex and the city. I also remember when b&j came to visit and brought us a hookah for christmas and we sat in the sweet glow of missing each other and rose tobacco. then ben came to live with us, and i remember making tuna sanwhiches for a lunch for just the two of us - and it was the introduction to one of the most fascinating and lovely men i will ever know.

andrew and jordan kooy, and weekends where time stops...playing scrabble, watching movies, never getting sober.

the visits from my jackie. remember the first one? haha...massage on kitchen table, and then mekenzie and joel working on the computer.

joels family and having everyone over after gma passed - and how this house held us in her comfort and warmth as we mourned.

our newlywedded fights and bliss...(the balcony which gave me a vision once)

my sisters and their visits - laughing so hard our wine poured out our noses. the heat after the alaska cruise!

adam being our live in family for those wonderful summers, and then long talks with adam and erin...

if you have been here, i would love to hear a memory...please? it would so help me mourn.

nighty night loverlies.


catholicbeer pours here

April 23, 2008 Candace Morris 2 Comments

some things making me happy during the packing nonsense.

polishing off wounded soldiers, for instance. also, displaying our collection of belgian beer and wine we have put down.

ahhhh, a productive wednesday. rest well, dearests...i love your roots.


we have to keys to paradise - but we are mourning our time on earth

April 23, 2008 Candace Morris 4 Comments

it keeps coming in waves...this mourning.

i stayed home from work today and also ditched my always helpful counseling session in order to pack this house. but i just used it as an excuse to get some alone time and sleep in.

now i sit here, surrounded by my once home..with the things that reminded me that i could now let my guard down..and am tucking them away into boxes and crates, praying, hoping that they will rejuvenate my soul when i plant roots elsewhere.

i didn't expect this.

everyone has shuffled their lives around us for 5.5 years. we are the stay still person in the movie where everything rushes by them (did you see paris, je t'aime ...just like the vignette w/ natalie portman). we have never left anyone, and now we are leaving and changing and its really damn disorienting...

we got the keys to our new place last night and all the walls expertly measured and drafted...and even moved in our privileged booklings first...(well 13 of at least 25 boxes - hey, i told you i just adore my loves...).

it's also strange because our style has changed a bit as well, so now given the opportunity to purge our lives, we find we are willing to get rid of more and more. this also feels strange because those pieces have their own soul in my heart and have created and crafted memories for me.

for instance, we are pondering getting rid of the china cabinet. This houses the china that was given to us by the grandmother we just lost...and I am not attached to the cabinet for any other reason than it was a sort of temple for the beautiful gift of this pulchritudinous soul.

and that's only one example.

however, despite my sadness,
i do find
release of


a new home

April 21, 2008 Candace Morris 5 Comments

egats kitty cats....boy do i have got some news for you.

looks like the 5.5 year stint in our oh-so-70's apartment has reached its decorated end. i was informed this morning of the acceptance of our application to move into the city...despite my excitement at the new (its SOOOOO amazing) place, please do not entertain the thought for one second that i am capable of the coldness one needs to cast aside a home so easily.

i was just reading in care of the soul (of course) about the soul of things...how even inanimate objects have souls and their journey intertwines with our journey - enriching both. i feel this way about our apartment...(and many other t.h.i.n.g.s -- such as, you ask accusingly? MY PRECIOUS BOOKLINGS, dahhling...and my new found plants...jewelery, journals, candles, lip balms, computers (my heart breaks when joel destroys yet another good computer JUST to give me a new one.) )

it's bold and buxom orange kitchen floor, its 89 degree temps in summer, it's breezy balcony, the faucet that misbehaves, the smell of ancient books, many loved ones living and visiting with us, countless bottles of wine imbibed.

those rooms held the beginnings of my marriage and thus - a gripping, aching, euphoric chunk of this soul.

as i move to my new home in the next two weeks, i will mourn indeed.

oh housy
you have been my


what you thought you lost was just mislaid

April 19, 2008 Candace Morris 2 Comments

myself is achy and alive today. it's the work of my soul - screaming in pleasure at a second alone, caring for no one and nothing other than my home.

i am not a l l o w i n g myself to even look at my to do list(shhhh, it can hear).

the snowy morning brought me a cup of jasmine and a spirit quick to expel the complaint of snow. i love any and all things seattle brings in her benevolence. despite your bitchin, admit it...snow in april is only just kind of boderline maybe just superbly m.a.g.i.c.a.l.

i could just snuggle these legwarmers, imbibe this tea, and gaze out this window for a small little bitsy part of eternity. wanna join dearest?

i have some new family.

i am intimate lovers with used booklings.

new greens - learning to care for the living.

bienvenue dans la famille mes petits amis

i hope you gorgeous things love your new siblings.


cubicle diversions breeding a gift

April 18, 2008 Candace Morris 0 Comments

i just want all you dear souls to know that i am just uregling over, fuzzling, buzzling over with inspiration to...
How did this happen, I ask myself.
And then, as usual - I look to the masters to help me find my words.
“Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen."
John Steinbeck
things are a brewin.
my pretty little pets.


care of the woman's soul

April 17, 2008 Candace Morris 1 Comments

Congratulations, lady gomes. I couldn't be more inspired and proud.

"Then your soul, cared for in courage, will be so solid, so weathered and mysterious, that divinity will emanate from your very being. You will have the spiritual radiance of the holy fool who has dared to live as it presents itself and to unfold personality with its heavy yet creative dose of imperfection." Thomas Moore

"This is the goal of the soul path - to feel existence; not to overcome life's struggles and anxieties, but to know life first hand - to exist fully in context." Thomas Moore
These ladies inspire me.
celebrate good times. come on.


dear highly structured: my advise? always cook with a cocktail

April 15, 2008 Candace Morris 5 Comments

after almost a week of thinking of this divine soup I read about on finny's blog (that biatch is funny), I decided (gulp) to attempt this feat of cookery.

know (i must always include this caveat to those snobbery cookerys who think - oh look, a blog about cooking, and then cringe at my virginal attempts at deliciousness) that i am a very silly girl about cooking. me and silly do not typically get along, so usually i just avoid the scaries lurking in the kitchen. i don't do it...and until recently, have never wanted to.

so since tricker troner got off work late yesterday and couldn't perform his daily chores (sheesh) and i jumped at the opportunity to try out this delicious new cream (or not) of artichoke soup.

off i went to the store and couldn't locate half of the things - despite the soup's claim to fame being "what you have in your pantry."

i began to question the normalcy of having canned artichokes just hanging out in your pantry and thanked cooking for making me feel badly about my skinny ass pantry.

so here begins my shameless photo blog. you might want a cocktail. it's long.

tricker troner made me a cookin' cocktail.

sauteeing a rather obscene amount of onions

garlic to go into the onions

the main event while the onions/garlic get soft

pretending to ignore my martini


i am unable

enjoying unabashedly

just trying to remember what i am doing again

the cooking ware

some artichokes (hearts - though not specifed in recipie, i might add!!! this kind of unspecificity throws me way the freak off. if you mean a can of artichoke hearts, freaking SAY HEARTS...not just a can of artichokes. it's annoying and just inconsiderate, man.)

and garbanzo beans. drained and awaiting some serious garlic. they are keeping my martini company.

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pouring in the free range, organic chicken stock (someone tell me, what is the difference b/w chicken stock and chicken broth? or is this yet another conspiriacy by snobbery cooks to confuse the hell out of the underdog? )

before the grand boil

wait..more booze.

30 min to boil?crap. didn't read that before hand. best drink to curb the starvation.

surprises arrive while i wait for the boil!!!!

yay for my new earrings from etsy!!!

more diversions while waiting for the dang soup

guess he liked the new earrings

i would call that a healthy boil

boat motoring!!!

i will put this on my cook book cover.

i will title it, "why cook? let's drink!"'

the finished product.

garnished with parm, heavy cream (just on top, hello thighs!!)

croutons, and parsley

tt is happy to finally be eating

the meal

that face MIGHT convey that he was done with me snapping pics, i guess. (i hope to improve my picture taking ability so there are fewer ones next time...)

well there you have it. my road towards becoming more domestic.

god help us, every one.


ending the week

April 07, 2008 Candace Morris 1 Comments

what do the following have in common:
  • jules maes pub in georgetown
  • once
  • 2am obsession with finishing lipstick jungle (don't bother, but hey! i get invested!)
  • new additions to my family and soul - yay for new plants
  • potting soil hands
  • hot rollers
  • 4 bottles of wine
  • glass etching*
  • striped socks
  • naked vulnerablity and soul-gripping laughter
  • gyros
  • an hour massage my my momma in law
  • ratatouille


my weekend. duh.


meeting again

April 03, 2008 Candace Morris 0 Comments

Corns Visit Seattle

"Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend. " — Albert Camus