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Happy New Year!


Y’all, I just went out to my little vegetable patch and discovered a colony of grey aphids on my broccoli. What?! No! I googled my way to a recipe of 1 quart water, 1 tsp dishwasher soap, and a pinch of cayenne pepper (which I didn’t have so I used chili powder) to organically free my veggies. Let’s hope it works. (Steamed home-grown broccoli (with lots of butter melted on top) is one of the best foods in the world. It is what I craved when I was pregnant with my daughter. I craved avocados with my son, just in case you were curious.) Eating healthy healthier is a 2018 goal of mine. Which reminds me.

Happy New Year, friends! Did everyone survive/thrive through the holidays? We rang in the new year with a trip to the Getty Center in Los Angeles. I love the Getty. Could there be a more beautiful campus? And the art, even if you are doing a whirlwind tour because you brought your kiddos, is inspiring and satisfying and wonderful. On this trip, I had a lot of fun speeding through the amazing decorative arts in the South Pavilion. The blue and gold paneled room. The pink bed. The clocks. The blue bed! *kisses fingers* It was my favorite of the visit.

Although, the oatmeal raisin cookie from the terrace cafe was a close second.

So we have just closed the season on gift-giving. This I know because I ran out of thank you cards yesterday. But I have one last gift to share with my writing/blogging friends. Stay tuned and I’ll post it later this week.

Until then, may I wish you once again a productive, healthy and happy 2018!

Ah, pretty (aphid free) roses. Bliss.


  • Ona January 24, 2018 Reply

    The Getty is, emphatically, a happy place. One of the things I’m resolving to do this years is to enjoy more happy places. Good books can be happy places, and I know your second book will be one of them. I hope I get to read it this year!

    • Amelia Hollingsworth January 26, 2018 Reply

      Happy places. You’d think they’d be obvious and easy to find. But sometimes they are sly. Sometimes you don’t realize they are happy places even after you’ve been there a dozen times. Naming them helps me identify them. The Getty _is_ a happy place. Every National Park I’ve ever been to _is_ a happy place. Japan _is_ a happy place. Daffodils _are_ a happy place. The baking isle of my local grocery store _is_ a happy place. Marshalls _is_ a happy place. Slippy-socks _are_a happy place. An ibuprofen when you need one. Flamingo birthday cards. Happy place.

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