|The treehouse that Jay built Daria
|Having a cuppa tea inside the treehouse
|Daria and Jay
|Yes, those are my toes hovering near the snacks
|A simple little stone arrangement on the outside table
|Mirrors in the backyard make it look beachy
|Vintage windsurfboards in the rafters of the breezeway make it look even beachier
|Layers of wood and different colored walls highlight her collections
|A striped runner shows the path from the front door to the back and divides kitchen and living area.
|Ledges across the window
|Containers from the 1950's make the pantry fun
|Fridge is engraved with a story her daughter wrote about her grandmother's fridge
|Daria unites her colorful collection of 350 Pez with equally colorful silk cushions on a Moroccan sofa.
It's a funny thing going into someone's home for a morning and writing about them - you're basically being a professional sticky beak. Daria made me feel like a treasured guest, calling beforehand - did I want lunch? and she made little snacks and herbal tea.
Daria is the grand-daughter of the modernist architect Erich Mendelsohn who collaborated with Einstein. She has wonderful memories of growing up in Russian Hill in San Francisco and her whole house reflects her love of her childhood - a collection of 350 Pez and her old childhood toys and books. "I have always been a childlike type, I don't do serious or intellectual very well. I collect Pez, I buy candy. I like to watch tv and go to the movies. Like that."
Daria says she and Jay are wabi-sabi. I'd heard that expression but never really knew what it meant, apparently it's acceptance of transience and imperfection.
Time to go home. I get in the door and find Jackson, 15, and Cy, 10, sitting in front of the TV, exactly where they were six hours ago when I left this morning. "Did you get the milk?" says Jackson. Evidently they'd found themselves unable to walk the five mins to the store. Just as well I hadn't been waylaid as I might have come home to two skeletons holding milk-less bowls of cereal.
Possible to have too much wabi-sabi in your life?