Wednesday, October 31, 2007

old costumes

old costumes,
new year.
and nobody knows
the difference.
thank heavens for
the american community
in which we were
able to see avi's
first halloween
and milla's first

now i just need
to get that candy hid
long enough for her
to forget
ever happened.
best ghost shot yet,
and seasonally appropriate.

Monday, October 29, 2007


and we say our
to two.

with family,
a tea party,
games, gifts,
and magnolia bakery

Friday, October 26, 2007

upon waking

when she woke from her nap
milla was still sleeping.
the sun had long since
said its goodbyes
and the house was nearly dark itself.
the inside quiet
coupled with the city hum
seeping in through the cracks
of the windows
was mesmerizing.
she rested her head on my shoulder
and we rocked and danced,
danced and rocked.
for a long time.

it was one of those moments. . .

Thursday, October 25, 2007


now if only.
if only!
if only i had a dime.
a dime for every time
my car came within
an inch
of another. . .
i would doubtless
have long ago
become a millionaire. . .

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

camera shy

my highly
is finally
warming up
to having her picture
taken. she is
no longer
running away
from me or to me
to avoid that
blasted camera
in her face.

of course, we still have to
work on
which "looks"
may be a bit
than others.
line upon line. . .

Monday, October 22, 2007

project du jour

today's project involved

turning this great

amy butler fabric

into something worthy to frame our balcony door.
and i can
this is one of the
first sewing projects
in a long time
that i did not
finish by saying
"i swear i will never sew
again. not if my life depended on it."

Friday, October 19, 2007

heads up

i was very pleased and
to see some locals achieve
the new awesome
sporting the hipster mullet.
i have not yet been so inclined
to catch one of these
beauties in action yet,
but you can see
for yourself
what all the rage is about
and by the way, yes,
russia is ahead of the states
in fashion, so
look out.
coming soon to a
neighborhood near you.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007


they say we spend 1/3
of our life
in bed.
this may or may not
be true for me.

but what i
am pretty sure about
is that i spend
another one of those thirds
of my life
picking stuff up

and putting it back

it goes.

Monday, October 15, 2007


it's all about
young, creative
check out what
beautiful prints
by jose lampreia
arrived for me
in the mail
and will soon
adorn my kitchen.

if you haven't yet

Sunday, October 14, 2007

mamma mia

heaven help me!

winter is upon us.

Friday, October 12, 2007

it's alive!

now i will be the first to say
there are a few characteristics
about two-year-olds
that are not so cute.
i will not take time to elaborate
on that here.
but what i will elaborate on
is that
absolutely endearing
characteristic of talking
to or about everything
as if it was alive.

yesterday we were talking to our
favorite yellow disc.
"желтый! желт-ый! пойдем в твою комнату!
желтый! желт-ый!"
("yellow! yel-low! let's go in your room!
yellow, yel-low!")

one time she got real excited when
i pulled the chips out of the cupboard.

"chips!! hi, chips!"

then there was the time i took
her soup bowl from her
to wash it out in the sink.

"soup, where you going?
побежал суп."
(soup's ran off.)

and not too long ago we were
at the park, when i noticed
she was missing her hat.

"milla, where's your hat?
what happened to it?"

"oh, he'll be right back. . ."

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

i'm so glad. . .

. . .when daddy comes home.
glad as i can be. . .

last night was a
special occasion.

alex got off work at 9:30.

now, that's not for
the special occasion,
that was the special occasion.

we celebrated by making
real homemade fondue
with ciabatta & vegetables,
spinach & cranberry salad,
and very seasonally-appropriate

oh, happy day. . .

Monday, October 8, 2007

pure savageness

so when alex's mom travels,
she likes to bring back gifts.
these are most often for milla.
sometimes she has an
interesting idea
of what she might like.

the last trip to montenegro
yielded two gifts
for the young lass.

the first:
a clown mask.

very unfunny.
and this one did not leave
grandma's house.
but the second,
is indeed, quite

the second is a little
gardener's set.
complete with a pot,
shovel, dirt, rake, seeds,
and of course,
now i'm not out to make fun
of the chinese,
but they themselves titled
this set the
children funny
planting series

what else did they say?
cultivate the patience,
carefulness and observe ability.
includes pure savageness medium
innocuous, pollutionfree,
high-quality excellent seed,
the germination percentage of
per share reaches to 100%
and here are the instructions:
1. soak seed to about 12 hours
with 35 warm water first
2. will lie quality is poured in
flower pot inside, wetting
through with the water.
3. plant the seed in lie the quality
inside, transplant the roughly
seed thickness in depth 2 times.
4. placed the cool place the flower
pot (20-30 deg), everyday keeps
to lie the appropriate degree
of humidity in quality.
5. pls be patient to wait for the
burgeon about 7-10 days, after
two leaves appear, put the
plastic cover away.
6. put the tin exposed to the sun
(avoid the direct sunshine) and
keep the humidity.
and lastly:
7. do not let the seed in the sun,
and bring it up with your love,
it is very funny to see the flower.
gosh, guys, i don't even have
to see the flower,
i am laughing already.

Friday, October 5, 2007



by milla prokhorov

artist's statement:
eating a couple bites out of my plums
this morning really inspired me to
think of the repetition of life
and how every day just seems to be
like one darned thing
after another.

Thursday, October 4, 2007

weekend, without words

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

quote du jour

i spoke of the uselessness of art
but added nothing truthful
about its consolations.
the solace of such work as i do
with brain and heart lies in this-
that only there, in the silences of the
painter or the writer can reality be
reordered, reworked and made to show its
significant side.
our common actions in reality are simply
the sackcloth covering which hides the
the meaning of the pattern.
for us artists there waits the
joyous compromise
through art with all that wounded or defeated us
in daily life; in this way, not to
evade destiny, as the ordinary people
try to do, but to fulfill it
in its true potential--
the imagination.
--lawrence durrell