Ellen Beldner

The first time I went to Vegas, about two years ago, I hated it: its waste, the ostentation, the fakeness. I hated that in the middle of the desert there were fountains spraying water into the air -- and when you sat down at a restaurant they had signs on the table saying "we're having a drought; please ask for water if you want some." I swore I wouldn't go back but found myself there a year later.

Now I'm going this weekend for a friend's bachelorette party, and this is the last time I will ever vacation in or travel to Las Vegas.

Posted by Ellen Beldner at 8:50 PM | Permalink

Sitting down with my architect this weekend to make decisions about kitchen cabinets, countertops, sink, and how the stairs will work. The kitchen will be monolithic charcoal gray (or maybe white) so it doesn't compete too much with the brick & timber in my loft. Work will start ASAP.

I can't wait to start cooking again. My 14 boxes of kitchen and dinnerware are starting to annoy me, and I want to have dinner parties again.

Posted by Ellen Beldner at 3:03 PM | Permalink