Feasting on style
My kid wanted a dollhouse. She may as well have asked for a pink sparkly dress to compete in a Honey Boo Boo beauty pageant. A dollhouse? I was of the generation that equated domesticity with lobotomy. I wanted more for my daughter.

I miss plastic bags. They’re banned in Portland. I miss the way they got caught in little whirlwinds on dirty city streets to drift upward from the gutter, spiraling toward a cloudless blue sky with a great soundtrack and . . . oh, wait; that was a scene from American Beauty.
Around this time of year, body parts start showing up in my neighborhood. It’s a nice neighborhood. The bloodied hands clawing their way up from shallow graves are top quality. The disembodied heads smiling from porch swings never bore strangers with talk of their obvious extreme separation issues. Once, a single severed ear appeared on the front lawn of a homeowner with minimalist tastes and a thing for David Lynch.
Glimpse inside seven innovative Portland residences during Design Matters: Tour of Homes.
I have used old tires in a couple places around my house. First of all, my roof tiles are from old tires. That’s cool. And then I have my old tire bumper. As in “rubber baby buggy bumper.” I like that my tire use is so diverse.
You will not want to miss the 11th annual Build It Green! Home Tour and info fair. Tour 20 green remodels and new homes around Portland and get ideas for your own home.
Mariel Hemingway and green building go together like . . . OK, maybe the connection isn’t immediately obvious. But to the actress, a longtime proponent of yoga, natural foods and holistic living, it feels to be a natural extension.