Jennifer Cline

design=vintage finds=absurdity=art=food=gardening
=music= and making the most of it in North East Los Angeles.

My name is Jennifer Cline and I live in Highland Park with my husband, three cats, two fine rabbits, and some worms. This tumblr site is more or less a bulletin board to share my life's miscellany with friends. If you don't know me that's cool too. Come on in.
If you have a fig tree, you must make this. I “invented” it last night and it’s delicious. Frozen Fig Fake Ice Cream: Combine in a food processor 5 or 6 fresh Mission Black figs halved and frozen but not super solid, a tablespoon or so of honey, and a good pour (1/4 cup or so til it looks right) of half and half. Pulse until you get what looks like black cherry icecream. You can freeze it to make it a little firmer or serve semi soft. It is SO GOOD. Next time I may add a touch of vanilla and/or bourbon.

If you have a fig tree, you must make this. I “invented” it last night and it’s delicious. Frozen Fig Fake Ice Cream: 

Combine in a food processor 5 or 6 fresh Mission Black figs halved and frozen but not super solid, a tablespoon or so of honey, and a good pour (1/4 cup or so til it looks right) of half and half. Pulse until you get what looks like black cherry icecream. You can freeze it to make it a little firmer or serve semi soft. It is SO GOOD. Next time I may add a touch of vanilla and/or bourbon.

“New York, New York, big city of dreams - but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems.  You might get fooled if you come from out of town but I’m down by law and I know my way around.”  - Grandmaster Flash Now flash back nearly ten years prior and you’ll find a gal named Cathi constructing one of my etsy vintage shop’s prize pieces - a hand drawn and painted landscape rendition of New York City in the 70s - on a belt. The Exorcist playing at Loew’s, Adam’s Apple, Bloomingdale’s, Maxwell’s Plum, Sam Goody, Sold out Bette Midler at The Palace, The Magestic, Central Park, Gimme Shelter at the cinema, Fire Island, the Goodyear blimp and, of course, Lady Liberty. Wear it or frame it/hang it on the wall - it’s as much a work of art as it is an accessory.

“New York, New York, big city of dreams - but everything in New York ain’t always what it seems.  You might get fooled if you come from out of town but I’m down by law and I know my way around.”  - Grandmaster Flash

Now flash back nearly ten years prior and you’ll find a gal named Cathi constructing one of my etsy vintage shop’s prize pieces - a hand drawn and painted landscape rendition of New York City in the 70s - on a belt. The Exorcist playing at Loew’s, Adam’s Apple, Bloomingdale’s, Maxwell’s Plum, Sam Goody, Sold out Bette Midler at The Palace, The Magestic, Central Park, Gimme Shelter at the cinema, Fire Island, the Goodyear blimp and, of course, Lady Liberty. Wear it or frame it/hang it on the wall - it’s as much a work of art as it is an accessory.

Cathy of California is one of my favorite design/craft blogs - it speaks so heavily to my childhood memories of rusty shag carpeting and driftwood macrame wall art and makes me want to move to Marin.  

Cathy of California is one of my favorite design/craft blogs - it speaks so heavily to my childhood memories of rusty shag carpeting and driftwood macrame wall art and makes me want to move to Marin.  

Orange County, CA circa 1979. My friend Christina’s dad took us to what we would come to call “The Bubble Park” - a spot with no slides or swings, or monkey bars, or any typical playground equipment, for that matter.  The focal point of entertainment was a giant, clear, multi-storied plastic sculpture comprised of geodesic “bubbles” kids could climb through and up and on.  It was absolutely incredible.  Christina’s dad took us out a lot.  Our trips usually involved a stop at Miller’s Outpost or The Little Folk’s Shop to peruse some kiddie pairs of Jordache, a small cup of Heidi’s Frogen Yozurt [not a typo], and begging to be taken to The Bubble Park.  I was around five at the time and moved away the following year.  For my ENTIRE LIFE I’d been asking people and googling my heart out trying to find some scrap of information on this place.  Finally, a friend of mine sent me these photos - the exact structure I remember - from an Italian design magazine from the early 80s.  I’ve since found out the park was in Irvine at a place that still exists today called Mason Park.  The bubbles are long gone, however - dismantled in the early 80s for their inherent dangers.  Thank you very much, Annalee Newitz at io9.com for her piece several years ago.  Mystery solved - now, seriously, gaze upon this magnificent relic of a 1970s childhood. 

http://io9.com/mason-park-irvine/