taken on the way to Detroit airport.. the fog thick and soft. I miss home already.

My mom and I spent much of Saturday and Sunday sewing a skirt. I love it, it turned out great and it was so nice to see just how much I remembered from my mom's sewing lessons when I was young. I'm completely inspired and when I get back to Honolulu I'm finally going to get the new sewing machine I've been hemming and hawing over. I even bought fabric on my trip to work with - it was $8.00 a yard, would have been $18.00 a yard in Honolulu at Kaimuki Dry Goods, a GREAT shop but with OUTRAGEOUS prices. Kainoa loved the sewing too, he played with my grandma's sewing kit next to us while we worked. We leave in the morning and neither of us is ready to go. Yesterday Kainoa asked my mom and dad if he could stay for two more weeks and I wish we could.

One of the simple joys we don't find in Honolulu, the pickle barrel

When in the Motor City...or one of it's surrounding hamlets

My dream car...

















My son's dream car...

Shopping with boy in middle America

Picking blackcaps

I made it for my annual pilgrimage to Woody's Oasis, still the best mediterranean food I've had anywhere. I wish I could find pickled turnips like Woody's in Honolulu...

Hawk Island

We found some peace out on the lake yesterday - my nephew Gaelen impresses me so much.

Happy fourth of July from middle America. I had no idea that American Flag bandanas were still in style but they are!