tea time

It seems to be a tradition to have high tea with my mom sometime during the winter.

Oten we go with a group of ladies and sometimes it's just us two. There are almost always Kir Royals involved.

This year, for the first time ever, we went with our sweet heats. The four of us dressed up and lifted our pinkies while we sipped Earl Grey at the Biltmore in Montecito.

The Biltmore is so fancy that's it's definitely just for special occasions. But oh boy do they make tastey treats. This year they added macaroons to menu.

That's my dad asleep behind the strawberries. He's more of a coffee guy.

Dear Ol' Dad

My dad is totally awesome. We couldn't celebrate Father's Day with him Sunday because we had an epic photo shoot scheduled. But we did have the loveliest Italian feast at Arnoldi's in Santa Barbara in his honor, complete with chianti and bocci ball.

For those of you live in the area, you simply must visit Arnoldi's Cafe one summer evening. It's such a perfect setting for long days and late nights.

{photos by of mom and dad by me}

Spaghetti Western

So, today's is a bit of a personal post. My mom is having complications from a surgery that should have been routine. I know she'll be OK, but it's always always stressful to have a mom in the hospital. I thought I'd take a moment to tell you all how impressive my dad is.

He's spent the last days in waiting rooms and next to sick beds, taking breaks only to nap and devour left over penne puttanesca. He's like on of those old timey heros, lookin' out for his lady, doin' what needs to be done.

{photo is of my pops at the Folk Art Museum of Santa Fe... he's posing in an exhibit on Carnival}