Tuesday, April 8, 2014


There comes a time in everyones life that the only way out is a garage sale.
And for downsizing baby boomers it's lurking on the horizons. Why oh Why
don't we just have our favorite charity come and collect the whole pile. We don't
because we secretly want to berate ourselves and cheer ourselves up at the same time.
So the ritual of the garage sale is our own personal exorcism for what we bought.
Come to think of it I'd really rather clean up Linda Blairs green slime and watch her
head whip round. But instead I'm having a garage sale.

At first I was sort of organized (for me) and I sent my daughter nice little texts that
said stash or sell ? When I didn't get answers I started getting a little pissed and started
making my own fashion decisions. Ted Gunn...stop me now.

I see a huge theme here. Apparently I wanted to be married to a Duke or a Marquise or
something  because I have enough silver to outfit the next season of Downton Abby.
I don't want any of it. But of course I don't want anyone to think I''m anti-Martha Stewart
so I started polishing it. Really.? I haven't done that in years.  I am like a mad woman on
a mission. Some of it is actually starting to look pretty good and I'm thinking.... well
I might need that someday. Sure. Perhaps the silver dinner bell. I'm going to look
forward to the day when I ring the tiny bell and someone brings me my food .

Another thing I discovered about myself. I am a holiday junkie. Show me a holiday
and I have a zillion  bunnies/Santa's/angels/witches to go with it. And talk about vases
and props. I honestly think I might have been destined for an event planning career.
Then there are the things I bought at other garage sales that I knew would become
important to me and they never did. I didn't set up that dark room like I wanted to and
I didn't send ten of my closest friends the beautiful flower arrangements in the vases I
bought for that purpose.

I truly hate garage sales, and I want to bitch slap the people who want to pay 75cents
for a mans pressed shirt straight from the cleaners. Seriously...it cost $1.25 to launder it.
I have pure hatred for the people who show up an hour early.

I probably shouldn't even be doing this. But here I am. I will bargain , and laugh and
chatter with the people that come. I will get a secret thrill when someone likes something
and feel sad when the purse I paid $200 for is sold for $5.00. I will choke up a little bit
when one of my children's books goes home with a little toddler. But it's all part of
the process. I loved every one of those things when I bought them...and now hopefully
someone else will like them to. Or I may be buying it back in their next garage sale.

Tell me your garage sale stories!!!!

Friday, March 28, 2014


execute the perfect family

A major tv company is looking for perfect families. You know the kind of
family that everyone wishes they were (no not the Kardahians) The one with
the stellar kids and parents who save the world and still have time to coach
softball and work at the soup kitchen. The family that everyone wants to be in.

Just as an aside, while most of us aren't perfect,  I think every family is amazing.
Just raising good children in a tumultuous time is a huge miracle. And while my
family isn't perfect (thank God) they are funny and quirky and adorable .I love that
about them. I am grateful beyond words

But back to the real deal. If you're that kind of family...or if you know tht kind of
and don't despise them ...here's where to send the info.


Be sure to include:1.  Your name (first and last)
2.  Contact phone number
3.  City/State where you live
4.  A brief description of your family, your family members, and why you'd be great for this show
5.  Recent family photo (jpg format please)

Wednesday, March 26, 2014


20 men. In 70s get up.

It's not often that I'd say men are ahead of us, hands down.  I mean  we usually
rule when it comes to intuition and smarts. But seriously when it comes to a sense of
humour, we are sadly lagging behind.

Take this scenario. I was in the editing suite at Boiling Point Media chatting with the
boy geniuses and Hugh , the head guy. Hugh is savvy and a little older than the techno
savvy youngsters. Hugh  was wearing a rust corduroy jacket. In comes an handsome
young actor and he says to Hugh," Hey Hugh...did you steal that jacket from a pimp."
Hugh laughs and the actor slaps him on the back. Life continues .

 Now imagine that scene with women. "Hey...did you steal those shoes from a hooker."
The room would go dark. Vasts of electric current would shake the room. And the person
that said this would be banned for all eternity. I've seen wicked. I know how it goes.

That's the difference. Women don't joke enough. We don't laugh and tease each other.
We can't laugh at ourselves. And we should. There's plenty to laugh about . We are  vain-
know-it-all-bossy -pants who always have to have the last word.  Kind of boring , huh?

I am really trying to shake things up in this area. Make light of things. It feels good.
You should try it. And as for those hooker shoes...it take a ho to know a ho. Right????

Thursday, March 20, 2014


designer furniture 216 Modern

HERE COMES THE JUDGE.!!! No not the legal eagle type. They type that
passes judgement and decides who has talent and who doesn't.  Awesome
Furniture designers are wanted as judges for a new television competition show.
Do you have a pal that can quality?

They're aren't mentioning nay names yet but the furniture designer judges will
be rubbing elbows with one of the biggest celebrities in the world. The mind boggles.

If you want in on this...or have a friend or colleague that fits the bill send the
information to : asmithcocasting@ gmail.com

.Be sure to include:1.  Your name (first and last)
2.  Contact phone number
3.  City/State where you live
4.  Professional bio or resume
5.  Recent photo of you (jpg format please)
6.  Photos of your design work (jpg format please)

Good luck!!!


Sunday, March 16, 2014


I remember taking the time to make my kids healthy snacks. I would do weirdo
things like smear peanut butter on celery stalks and top with raisins.(ants on a log)
or along the same line Apple slices smeared with peanut butter. Then of course
for my then  tiny daughter Mallory there was afternoon tea  with real British tea
with milk and sugar and a biscuit (cookie-usually gingersnaps). Just a few weeks
ago we had afternoon tea in the West Village in New York  surrounded by Asian
girls in Jane Austin costumes. We had  tiny cucumber and cream cheese sandwiches
Coronation chicken   and pots of Earl Grey and macaroons. Love it.

So why  when I love all that visual  delicious stuff don't I  take the time to make it
for myself? Seriously aren't we worthy of a great high powered snack in the afternoon.
I think so.  Thank you Buzzfeed for supplying these awesome eye candy numbers.

Banana Dog Bites

Mason Jar Hummus and Veggies
Hummus and veggies in a Mason jar...brilliant!!!

TRUE BLUE MUNCHIES!!!!Frozen Yogurt-Covered Blueberries


Multigrain Flatbread Cracker Snacks

by Oven Love

Roasted Chickpeas


  • 2 cans chickpeas (garbanzo beans) or about 4 cups cooked chickpeas from dried beans
  • 2 tablespoons olive oil
  • seasonings of your choice (see below for suggestions)


  1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. 
  2. Prepare the beans for roasting by draining and rinsing them, then letting them dry on a towel until most of the excess moisture is absorbed. Spread on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper or a silicone baking mat. Roast the chickpeas in the oven for 45-60 minutes or until the beans are crunchy throughout (just test one- if they are still mostly soft on the inside and there’s no crunch, keep baking).
  3. Immediately (while beans are still hot), toss with olive oil and seasonings. Serve hot or at room temperature. They are best the first day, but can be kept in an airtight container for up to 4 days.

Seasoning Suggestions (add more or less if you like, these are just guidelines)

  1. Sesame Soy- 1 teaspoon sesame oil, 1 teaspoon garlic powder, 1/2 teaspoon sea salt, 1 tablespoon sesame seeds
  2. Honey Cinnamon- 1 teaspoon cinnamon, a pinch nutmeg, 1/4 teaspoon sea salt, 2 tablespoons honey (you can throw these back in the oven for 10-15 minutes to carmelize if you like)
  3. Garlic Parmesan- 1/4 cup grated parmesan cheese, 1 teaspoon garlic powder or 2 cloves fresh minced garlic, 1/4 teaspoon fresh cracked pepper, 1/2 teaspoon sea salt
  4. Smoky Spice Blend- 1/2 teaspoon ancho chile powder, 1/2 teaspoon smoked paprika, 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder, 1/2 teaspoon cumin, 1/4 teaspoon fresh cracked pepper, 1/2 teaspoon sea salt, pinch cayenne (optional)


Friday, March 7, 2014


As a  Mom's  you are often called on to re-arrange the living environment of your
children. After all they want to grow and explore  and sometimes that means a
fort bed and sometimes a rock studio. You've been there. And it's no easy task
or cheap project. Little mermaid underwater environments don't come cheap.
The holes in the walls tell quite a story.

From Ninja turtles to Ralph Lauren and Hawaiian surfer girl to actual grungy
lofts in China Town I've done some decorating doozies. I'm sure you have too.

So it's exciting for me to tell you that your college age kids can actually win money
and be on a tv show to boot. That means someone else is paying for the art and the
bedspreads. Hot damn.

SPACE MAKEOVER is a new show form the folks that brought up The Real
World and Project runway. It's a real world alright when you see the mess your
kids can actually live in without blinking an eye.
This show cares how you kids manipulate their space and have a great college
We're here to help you put together an amazing space to make your college living

experience the best it can be!

Only snag is you have to have a kid in the Los Angeles area.

Tell you story to  dormcasting@bunim-murray.com
Be sure to include:1.  Your name (first and last)
2.  Contact phone number
3.  Name of college you will be attending
4.  Will you be living on-campus (or let us know city/zip where you will be living - must be greater Los Angeles area)
5.  Do you have any issues you need to solve (not enough space, roommate has too many clothes, ugly furniture, etc.)
6.  Recent photo of you (jpg format please)


Traveling used to be a giant  and exciting adventure for me. My parents lived in England, where my Dad was stationed, and at least twice a year I would cross the pond to go to school and to come home for Christmas. These were the days of no cell phones, and I can't even imagine what my parents must have gone though wondering where there daughter was. You see, I went space available on Air Force planes surrounded by handsome pilots and crews and frankly coeds got some pretty special treatment. You would head to the east coast on a commercial flight then you'd be at an air base. "Would you like to go to Beirut or Aviano?" Tough choices.

I spent a birthday in the Azores, surrounding by pilots singing me Happy Birthday .One year I traded a carton of cigarettes for a cab ride near Barcelona. .After all, it was Sunday and I didn't have any foreign currency. Another year a was stuck with a group of college age kids in Germany for a week before we could get out. A week full of gin and tonics at the Officers Club in Ramstein and a summer romance with a former classmate on his way to TU. Life was good.. Mostly. Then  there was the trip  I will never forget when I rode with the bodies of fifty soldiers that were killed in Vietnam. I cried all the way.

Of course, here I was this morning with a standby tickets and fond memories of a weekend spent with my NYU student daughter. it looked dismal at best. The a smiley voice send " we're going to upgrade you to business class ....music to my ears. Now that was a pleasant surprise. So in my three hour wait I visited with the gate  girls on Air Tran  and asked how they pick people for an upgrade.

In short..here's the drill

Don't be a bitch...that will get you a seat on the back of the plane

Don't carry tons of cheesy bags and totes and paper bags. Tacky. I travel with one black Longchamp back for purse and carry one. Of course it's a freaking mess inside...but it looks like I have it together

Dress like you belong there. No tacky sweat pants, jogging suits or pajamas. Seriously...it's a plane ride not a slumber party. I mean how comfortable do you really have to be? Dress like classic Jackie O ...simple even with slacks.

Leave the boobs tucked away.that will get you a seat in the back too.
So I wait and wait and suprise...upgraded again. I am on a roll. Of course this will never probably ever happen to me again. But I stand by my Mothers rules of dressing on planes and I have to
admit I did fly first class from London to Chicago on my last trip. There has to be some method to
the madness.

What gets you an upgrade? Please share