We will never tire of faries, elves and other magical creatures

The cover illustration from The Faraway Tree Collection: Three exciting stories in one, by UK author Enid Blyton

The cover illustration (uncredited, sadly) from The Faraway Tree Collection: Three exciting stories in one, by UK author Enid Blyton.

My friend Bibb is homeschooling her daughter and as such is even more vigilantly on the hunt for quality kids books than I am (who knew that was possible?) I try to get my hands on whatever she recommends… especially if it is out of print and/or by some exotic author that I haven’t heard of before.

Such is the case with British author Enid Blyton’s The Faraway Tree Collection, a series of three books about three siblings who move from London to the English countryside and spend their free time in the nearby forest which happens to be enchanted.

Which means that it is filled with magical creatures, that the animals can talk, and that the centerpiece is a massive tree called The Faraway Tree which leads up and up to a whole rotating series of different worlds, each with some kind of crazy theme (Birthday Land! The Land Of Take What You Want! Topsy Turvey Land!)

All kinds of interesting folk live in this tree, and our young heroes befriend just about all of them– especially a fairy named Silky (see above) and a round headed humanoid creature called Moon-Face. There is something of the Land of Oz in this universe with it’s psychedelic characters and situations, but it also feels very English, with tea happening like clockwork no matter where our friends find themselves. The first book was also written in 1939, which just seems like it was a time more conducive to kids being allowed to run off into the forest for days at a time and mothers taking new friends like Moon-Face and Saucepan Man in stride.

Which I’m sure is what I’d do if my three children, all under the age of 11, strolled into the house after an all-nighter with some weird old man covered in pots and pans. Oh no wait…

Five articles of clothing that I particularly liked during this past NY Fashion Week, for what it’s worth…

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This season, Tess Giberson had her presentation in a Chelsea gallery, which felt very appropriate as her clothes are the kind of thing you really want to see close up. It was also nice because it felt more like a gathering, a place for people to reconnect with each other after the summer and to revel in the gloriousness of the work on display. I will be sporting this particular dress come next spring, though there is also a skirt made with the same material that is vying for the winning slot as well…

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Mara Hoffman takes the amber waves of grain of our nation’s heritage, flavors it with a bit of Willie Nelson and emerges with a beautiful collection full of all sorts of flowing dresses and jumpsuits that will be the perfect easy breezy things to slip on when it’s to hot to think straight next summer.

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Thank you thank you THANK YOU Maria Cornejo, for making a jumpsuit that looks like it might be long enough for me to wear! (I know that it’s cool these days to show your ankles, but I’ve never been able to get past my childhood full of pants-that-are-not-quite-long-enough.)

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And then there is the ever brilliant Rachel Comey. Who not only turns out incredible clothes season after season, but who chose to show them on real women… like the ones who might actually be wearing the stuff… and not just women, but mostly members of the dance company Robbinschilds who embody feminine strength to the core. Plus she served dinner at the show, god bless her.

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And last, but miles away from least, A Détacher has provided me with the dress that I will most likely be wearing every other day for the rest of my life, beginning the moment I get my hands on it. The most perfect comfortable sophisticated feminine intelligent whimsical dress out there, in my humble opinion.

The last gasp of summer…

corn chowder

My own version of a late summer corn soup, topped with a bit of basil to seal in the summery goodness.

I am a corn fanatic.

I only eat it on the cob (or occasionally in a salad where I know the kernels have just been cut off moments ago.) I only eat it on the same day it was picked, otherwise, as far as I’m concerned, there’s no point. I always eat it boiled (not grilled) for 3 minutes, with no salt or butter. And I pretty much only buy it from one or two farms in Bridgehampton, NY, though I have been known to begrudgingly make an exception or two here.

So the happiest day of my culinary year is when the corn shows up on the farm stands. And the sad time, which is now, is when the cobs start getting smaller and the end is in sight.

To mitigate my sadness, I bought well over a dozen ears last weekend, ate a few of them almost raw, and then made the rest into corn chowder, which I will be able to eat for days on end and even potentially freeze to enjoy much later on, when the temperatures are low and the vegetable pickings are slim.

I started with this recipe for Summer Corn Soup from the NY Times Cooking site (thanks, Elaine Louie) and then went left of center, adding bacon and chicken broth to the mix. I’m sure any version that is even close to this will be delicious, as long as you start out with high quality corn. Which means this might be your last week, so get on it!

Corn Soup To Honor The End Of Summer

Ingredients

6 slices bacon
12 ears corn
1 onion
1 clove garlic
2 red bell peppers
1 bay leaf
10 whole black peppercorns
6 basil leaves
1 teaspoon butter
1 cup chicken broth
1 to 2 tablespoons salt, to taste
Black pepper
½ cup heavy cream
1 tablespoon smoked paprika, optional

Preparation

Husk corn. Dice onion and mince garlic. Cut bell peppers in half lengthwise, discard seeds and dice. Chiffonade basil leaves.

For the corn stock, cut kernels off corn ears and reserves cobs. In large pot, combine cobs, bay leaf, peppercorns, 1 pinch salt and 16 cups water. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to medium and simmer for 30 minutes.

Cook bacon in a heavy stockpot and remove when done, leaving 2 Tbs of bacon fat in the pot. Break up the bacon into bits and reserve. Add onions and let simmer for 5 minutes or so, until they begin to soften. Then add peppers, and let simmer for 5 minutes. Add garlic and stir 1 and 1/2 minutes more, until garlic is golden but not brown. Increase heat to medium, and add butter and corn kernels. Add a tablespoon salt, pepper to taste and stir for about 4 minutes. Add more salt and pepper to taste. Add 5 cups corn stock and 1 cup chicken stock. Stir broth. Add heavy cream and stir. Cover pot and lower heat to simmer for 10 minutes.

Take 4 or 5 cups of the soup, vegetables and all, and puree it in a food processor. Add the newly pureed batch into the pot with the rest of the soup (this adds body, but you still get to munch on the individual kernels of corn.) Add more salt and pepper to taste and, if desired, smoked paprika. Ladle soup into bowls and garnish with basil.

You will not be bummed.

Another thing I really don’t need but totally want, regardless…

Baker's dozen wooden spoons on Food52. Photo by Rocky Lutton and Mark Weinberg for Food52

Baker’s dozen wooden spoons on Food52. Photo by Rocky Lutton and Mark Weinberg for Food52

In one of my former lives as a magazine editor, I wrote a piece about a potter (ceramics artist?) who lived out on the East End of Long Island. One particular thing I remember about that day was that she had an enormous, extremely well stocked kitchen and one of the most impressive collections of wooden spoons I have ever seen. She probably had more than 50, which made me feel great in that way that a junior hoarder gets to feel like a minimalist while looking at the piles amassed by the infamous Collyer Brothers.

They were all different sizes and shapes and were clearly all loved and well used. Ever since that afternoon I have secretly wanted to amass a similar collection for myself, though in the interest of staying married, I have limited myself to maybe 5 or 6 spoons in our much smaller kitchen.

And then I saw the above set of thirteen (13!) amazing, individual, hand crafted wooden spoons in all sorts of subtly-different-but-totalluy-practical-in-some-specific-way shapes on Food52 and all was lost.

Lets just say that I am working very hard to figure out a word that means the opposite of need, because that is exactly my relationship to this set of cooking implements. I really really really do not need any more wooden spoons. And yet my desire for them grows every time I look at the photo. It is evil cruelty. Maybe somebody will give them to me for my birthday or Christmas or something, and I will be forced to begrudgingly accept them and find room for them on my counter.

Because I wouldn’t want to be rude and return a gift, now would I?

Yesterday, at some point… (except I actually shot this one today)

#onemorelatte

Ok so this one is because I didn’t get much sleep last night because last night somebody tried to bust into my apt through my bedroom window which was wide open but luckily has bars so it didn’t work out so well for them. I heard a thump, saw a flashlight moving around, immediately closed the window and then called the cops. They took off pretty quickly. I wish they’d been caught but am happy just to escape unscathed. Though it took a good hour to get my daughter back to sleep and then another 45 mins to calm myself down and then oh look it’s 6 am time to get up, make lunch, answer a couple of emails and get my kid to school. After which I had planned on working but I was too brain dead to do anything till meeting old friends for lunch (and after, for this coffee) which always makes me feel better. But not entirely better, as I subsequently left my bag (with my iPad inside) at the cafe, realized 2 hours later that my bag was gone, retraced my steps and thanked my lucky stars that they’d held it for me there. So I’m not sure if I just had the #worstdayever or the #bestdayever but I do know that despite the above caffeinated drink I am exhausted and will be blowing off all productive activity tonight and going straight to bed. #onemorelatte #lifeinthebigcity

(Please excuse the fact that this is a direct quote from my Instagram feed, but I am too fried to get all creative and different with the text this evening. I am impressed with myself for even getting this posted before I pass out…)

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Yesterday, at some point is a series of photographs that describe a moment I experienced during the previous day. The posts are meant to be stand alone images, though at times I can’t control myself, and I end up expanding the caption into a more lengthy bit of text. Hopefully the extra information is useful, or at least interesting. If not, feel free to ignore it.

Yesterday, at some point…

Every year I take a picture of my husband walking my daughter to school on hr first day. This year she requested a photo with all of us (bless her)

Every year I take a picture of my husband walking my daughter to school on her first day.

This year she requested a photo with all of us (bless her).

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Yesterday, at some point is a series of photographs that describe a moment I experienced during the previous day. The posts are meant to be stand alone images, though at times I can’t control myself, and I end up expanding the caption into a more lengthy bit of text. Hopefully the extra information is useful, or at least interesting. If not, feel free to ignore it.

My kind of princess

Pocahontas by Daulaire

The story of Pocahontas, daughter of the great Powhattan, retold by the inimitable Ingri and Edgar d’Aulaire.

The d’Aulaire family has given us hands down the best kids’ versions of the Greek and Norse myths in print. So it stands to reason that their Pocahontas would be equally compelling.

And it is.

I have always been particularly drawn to the story of Pocahontas… Maybe my own Native American heritage has something to do with it. Or the fact that my grandparents lived on Powhattan Avenue, which made the kid version of me feel somehow directly related to her illustrious family.

I first discovered Ingri and Edgar d’Aulaire’s Pocahontas at a yard sale and have since spent many hours reading it with my daughter, talking about how it must have felt to have strangers move in on the land you considered your sacred home, what it’s like to fall in love with a person of a different race, how it must have felt to be a princess and a leader, what it was like to meet the Queen of England… and just enjoying the illustrations and the story. We must have gotten the book when my kid was 4 and we’re still captivated by it years later.

If being obsessed with princesses is an inevitable phase in a girl’s life, Pocahontas is a great way to go.

Monday, Monday– or links to interesting things other people have been blogging about recently since I’ve been a bit sluggish of late

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Just another one of the multitude of mesmerizing diagrams on cutaway-world.tumblr.com

A Cup of Jo’s Joanna Goddard gives up tips for how to pack for the beach.

A curiously compelling tumblr of cutaway diagrams:

Molly Yeh (of My Name is Yeh) has a recipe for an amazing looking grilled pineapple + prosciutto salsa.

Mother/activist/producer/performance artist Sarah Sophie Flicker wrote a really thoughtful piece for Refinery29 about careers, motherhood and the importance of women finding a successful place in the world on our own terms.

Gather Journal’s blog has a cool and delicious looking take on a cocktail made from Cynar (Italian artichoke liqueur) which I am now feeling compelled to try.

The brilliant people over at Krrb have put together a list of their favorite boutique hotels, for your last minute summer travel plans…

Here’s what DJ & Kundalini Yoga teacher Yeva Don thinks we should be listening to. (Plus a whole bunch of other playlists from musical visionaries and friends of HereWeGoNow.)

Who doesn’t want their aura to glow?

Heritage store rose aura glow

Granted, this seaside location is probably enough to get anybody’s aura glowing, but this sumptuous rose oil doesn’t hurt…

Yesterday, I visited my friend Nancy (of the berry pie and the white balsamic vinegar) and found myself in need of some moisturizer after going for a swim with our kids.

Leave it to Nancy to take dry skin care to a whole new level… instead of some normal after-sun style lotion, she handed me this Aura Glow Rose Oil by Heritage Store. I was immediately captivated by the idea of emerging from the bathroom with a glowing aura, and when I read the label (which simply states that “Edgar Cayce says this formula is nourishing for the skin”) I was hooked. Even before I knew who the hell Edgar Cayce was.

Turns out he was a bit of a psychic who, after lying on the couch and falling into a “sleep” state, answered all sorts of questions about topics ranging from skin care to diet to religion to astrophysics. Many of his “readings” were concerned with diet, exercise and the importance of the patients’ own role in health care. Because of these writings, he is often referred to as the father of holistic medicine.

Which you can read more about and decide for yourself how you feel about Cayce specifically and psychic readings in general. All I know is that this Rose Oil smells fantastic and my skin was all glow-y and happy for hours after I put some on.

Which is good enough for me.

You never know where you might discover a new favorite clothing line for your kids…

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Who can resist seeing their daughter in this over+over dress? Photo courtesy of overandoverkids.com

A couple of weeks ago, we went upstate to visit friends and enjoy a full on summertime multi-generational throw down, complete with tie-dyeing, slippy slides, a trampoline and an above ground pool. Not to mention delicious food, wine and (of course) badminton. Kids were running around everywhere, and all of us parents were enjoying the combination of being slightly less encumbered by our little ones and watching them revel in the freedom that a huge yard and multiple (apparently unsupervised) activities affords.

One of our fellow revelers was none other than Corey Pak, the design genius behind the children’s clothing line over + over. And when I found out that she actually made and sold the essentially perfect clothes that her kids were wearing, i headed straight for the website and put in an order for my daughter. Because she loves herself a dress. And a simple, classic, well constructed, beautifully designed dress is oddly hard to find. Especially once your offspring becomes a kid as opposed to a baby or toddler.

For some reason, the powers that be seem to feel that all little girls want sparkles, logos, and Brittany Spears type styling. And all boys want to wear football jerseys. Luckily for us, there are labels like over + over that are fighting the good fight. And at reasonable prices.

Maybe they’ll start making clothes for grown-ups too!