House of Love

Floral Class – English Garden Style Arrangements

Posted on 11 March 2010 | View Comments

Learn the style of English Garden arrangements. Each student will bring home a lovely centerpiece to wow their family and friends.

Saturday March 27, 2010 from 11:00am to 2:00pm.

Registration is $75.00 per pupil. Pre-registration and payment is required to secure a spot in the class. Registration deadline is March 22, 2010.

Contact Che Bella by phone or email to book a seat.

Come join us for an afternoon of fun, design and refreshments.

Looking forward to seeing you!

Fresh!

Posted on 11 March 2010 | View Comments

Dutch Hydrangea, Kale, Scotch Thistle and Dusty Miller.

Nice.

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Night, Night Y’all

Posted on 9 March 2010 | View Comments

Have you ever stopped and wondered what a wonderful historical document YouTube is?  As long as the power holds out that is.

On the Chalkboard This Week – March 8, 2010

Posted on 8 March 2010 | View Comments

Children

And a woman who held a babe against her bosom said, ‘Speak to us of Children.’

And he said:

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;

For even as he loves the arrow that flies, so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Khalil Gibran

11 Questions – March 7, 2010

Posted on 7 March 2010 | View Comments

Sean Barnes of Visual Lovin Spoonful drops by today.

What fragrance provokes the most profound memory in you?
The smell of carnations. when I was younger my family did not have a lot of money so my father would buy my mom carnations on special occasions to let her know he was thinking about her. That smell always makes me feel pure and think of the truest love

What is your comfort food?
Chicken kiev,mashed potatoes, lasagna, chicken fried steak
Of the six senses (ESP included) which is the strongest for you?

Visual, I love taking in all that is around me . I am a virgo so the smallest detail always interest me the most.

What is your daily daydream?
true love without complication

If you found a hundred bucks on the sidewalk, what would you do with it?
Right now I would give it to my neighbor who needs it more then I do.

What is your existential bliss?
The words of love from my family, friends and clients

What are you hopeful for?
Easier financial times for everyone

What is your greatest vice?
Gin and ginger beer

What is your greatest virtue?
Being true to myself and not living a false image

What do you want from life?
Love, patience, understanding

Does Heaven Exist?
Hell yes

Mdme George @ 5 months

Posted on 3 March 2010 | View Comments

The Rembrandt Hour in the House of Love.

On the Chalkboard This Week – March 1, 2010

Posted on 1 March 2010 | View Comments

When I was just a kid, little children
My old man used to sing a little song
But now I’ve grown to be a man
But it still lingers deep within my soul
Oh yes it lingers deep within my soul

He say now this train it is bound to glory, this train
This train it is bound to glory this train, this train
This train it is bound to glory, This train it don’t carry no unholy
This train is bound to glory, this train

Now this train it don’t carry no backsliders, this train
This train don’t carry no backsliders, this train
This train it don’t carry no backsliders this train only carrry JAH JAH children
this train it is bound to glory, this train
Play a little song for me

This train don’t carry no unholy this train.
This train don’t carry no unholy this train
This train it don’t carry no unholy,
This train only carry the children of JAH
This train it is bound to glory, this train

There’s so many things to remember
So many things to forget
But these word they do linger deep within my soul
Lingers deep within my soul

He say now this train it is bound to glory, this train
This train it is bound to glory this train, this train
This train it is bound to glory, This train it don’t carry no unholy
This train is bound to glory, this train

(let me hear the choir sing)
This train
This train
This train (I don’t wanna be late)
This train
This train

This train is bound to glory
This train is bound to glory. Yau

I’ll be turning back for no brother no sister
no friend no nothing at all

I’ll be crabbing the morning train
the evening train will be too late

Grab on brothers
Grab on sisters
Grab on mother
Grab on father
Grab on friend
THIS TRAIN.

Woody Guthrie ( this version re-interpreted by Bunny Wailer)

11 Questions – Febrauary 28, 2010

Posted on 28 February 2010 | View Comments

William Lopez Founder and Principal of Alternative Strategies joins us in the House of Love.

What fragrance provokes the most profound memory in you?

Camp fires

What is your comfort food?

Soup

Of the six senses (ESP included) which is the strongest for you?

See/Sight

What is your daily daydream?

Happiness/success/laughter for all

If you found a hundred bucks on the sidewalk, what would you do with it?

Thank God for it and spend it on something for me.

What is your existential bliss?

Travel

What are you hopeful for?

Financial abundance

What is your greatest vice?

Wine

What is your greatest virtue?

The desire to do for others

What do you want from life?

To help others and to enjoy all Gods Beauty

Does Heaven Exist?

Yes

On the Chalkboard This Week – February 22, 2010

Posted on 22 February 2010 | View Comments

Madame George

Down on Cyprus Avenue
With a childlike vision leaping into view
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe
Ford and Fitzroy, Madame George

Marching with the soldier boy behind
He’s much older with hat on drinking wine
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through
The cool night air like Shalimar

And outside they’re making all the stops
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops
Happy taken Madame George

That’s when you fall
Whoa, that’s when you fall
Yeah, that’s when you fall
When you fall into a trance

A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance
With your folded arms and history books
You glance into the eyes of Madame George

And you think you found the bag
You’re getting weaker and your knees begin to sag
In the corner playing dominoes in drag
The one and only Madame George

And then from outside the frosty window raps
She jumps up and says, Lord, have mercy I think it’s the cops
And immediately drops everything she gots
Down into the street below

And you know you gotta go
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow

Say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George

And as you leave, the room is filled with music
Laughing, music, dancing, music all around the room
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all

So cold, and as you’re about to leave
She jumps up and says, hey love, you forgot your gloves
And the gloves to love, to love the gloves

To say goodbye to Madame George
Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
Dry your eyes for Madame George

Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street
In the backstreet, in the back street
Say goodbye to Madame George

In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street
Down home, down home in the back street
Gotta go, say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Dry your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye, your eye

Say goodbye to Madame George
And the loves to love to love the love
Say goodbye, ooo, mmm
Say goodbye goodbye, goodbye, goodbye to Madame George

Dry your eye for Madame George
Wonder why for Madame George
The love’s to love, the love’s to love, the love’s to love
Say goodbye, goodbye

Get on the train
Get on the train, the train, the train
This is the train, this is the train
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye
Get on the train, get on the train

Van Morrison

11 Questions – February 21, 2010

Posted on 21 February 2010 | View Comments

This week Michelle Mattox Producer of Sam the Cooking Guy is our guest.

What fragrance provokes the most profound memory in you?

My husband’s cologne.  When I went away to college I stole a bottle of it from him and wore it all the time.  I still love when I end up in a shirt of his that smells like it.  In a weird way it reminds me of when we fell in love, what it’s like to miss him and how lucky I am to be with him.

What is your comfort food?

Cookies…fresh baked chocolate chip cookies!

Of the six senses (ESP included) which is the strongest for you?

Sight…I’m a very visual girl.  I’d have to say that I live with my eyes wide open. I’ve had a camera in my hands since I could hold one.

What is your daily daydream?

To travel the world…I have a passion for exploring.   And to live in NY’s West Village in my very own brownstone.

If you found a hundred bucks on the sidewalk, what would you do with it?

Oh I’d spend it….probably at Nordstrom!

What is your existential bliss?

A Mani Pedi, glass of champagne, and a good book (or a good magazine, I’d be lying if I didn’t say it’s typically the new Vogue or US weekly).

What are you hopeful for?

A peaceful planet.

What is your greatest vice?

Shopping

What is your greatest virtue?

Kindness.

What do you want from life?

To live with purpose.

To grow old with the people I love.

To find peace and contentment.

To make a difference in the lives of others.

Does Heaven Exist?

I hope so…If there is, I believe heaven is different for everyone…it’s whatever you dream it to be filled with the people and things that you love.   With that said, I’m still deciding what mine will be & I hope to have many years ahead of me to figure it out.

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