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Isabella Bird
Welcome! Currently, I would call myself a would-be writer, foodist, learning-photographer, visual designer, yada, yada.In other words, I’m fixated on a lot of things, therefore miscellany.

You might wonder why my blog is named Isabella Bird. The simple answer is it's the name of my beautiful Chocolate Lab. She's my girl...but also, Isabella Bird, the adventurous lady who lived from 1831 to 1904, was a traveler and writer. She was a woman on a journey, as am I. 

I really love to eat, so cooking fabulously good, exquisitely prepared is a passion that I indulge in daily. I seek out new eateries, recipes and devour, so to speak, every new issue of Bon Appetit, Saveur and Cooking Light. Oh, and cookbooks? They are ideal reading material.

Being a discoverer and purveyor of new, beautiful and unusual things – people, places, objects – I am truly amazed at  what can be learned by observing. Finding unique “stuff," decorating and designing, play a role in the writing of the book of my life; and of course, being outside whenever possible, even if it's a rainy day.

I could be a rambling wanderer, but I do have some things to say. Thanks for spending time at Isabella Bird Miscellany.

Missy



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  1. UnknownJuly 28, 2014 at 5:21 PM

    Read some of your thoughts. I am impressed.

    Your darling brother,

    CK

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    1. Missy AJuly 29, 2014 at 4:15 PM

      Darling brother, your words are most appreciated!

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