I'm posting this a day early because I don't like scheduled posts and Evan informed me that tomorrow we'll be in San Luis Obispo to celebrate our 2 year anniversary. Can you believe it's 2 years already?! That means I started this blog over... well, okay, not much over 2 years ago since we got married like it was going out of style. But it feels like it's been years longer in the best way possible. I love you like mad Evan Allen! Can't wait for all the years to come.
Picture by the beautiful Sarah Neal, of course. Design by me.
We went climbing out at Devil's Punchbowl last weekend. When we climb, Tucker whines. It's not a little whine. It's an out of control OHMYGOSHIHAVETOGETTOYOURIGHTNOWORI'MGOINGTODIE whine. So we bought him the Ruff Wear DoubleBack harness, hooked him up, and let him have the experience first hand in hopes of stunning him into silence. Needless to say, he enjoyed the ride home more than the actual climbing experience. But he's also whined less ever since.
This wedding is beautiful as a whole, but it was this frame that stopped me in my tracks. I've always loved this poem by E.E. Cummings, and it couldn't be more perfectly displayed. Just those few words, just like that. I know it's kind of backwards to be tooting other photographer's horns, but this guy captured some beautiful images. Check it out here.
If you've followed my blog at all for the past couple of years you may have an idea of how I grew up. Although I miss it everyday I've come to accept it's not a lifestyle I'll probably ever be able to have again. That's why when I come across things like this I die. And I start to think, what if it's really possible to wake up on the water every morning again? I'm holding onto the hope it'll happen someday.
Aren't these amazing? I discovered them this morning through Honestly WTF and am in LOVE. I would absolutely love to have a piece like this in my home... but it also really makes me want to learn how to reupholster so I can make my own creations! Then I'd feel more artsy anyway, and being artsy makes me happy.
From Erica: "These exuberant pieces of furniture are the fruits of Beirut-based Hoda Baroudi and Maria Hibriall‘s labor. Working alongside artisans, the design duo reupholsters furniture using vintage Middle Eastern and Central Asian textiles. Gemma of Line Shape Color recently visited their store in Beruit and shot these amazing photos."
Beware, the website might make your dog go crazy if you have your volume up.
I was headed in to clean our bedroom (you know to start that whole making my house a home thing?), when I came across this video. I think I found it in the stop and check your email pile. Whatever they're doing in this video, I want to do it. Even though it looks like you might come out with a serious case of whiplash after you're done. The whole piece is really well done, but the action starts past 1:00 if you get impatient like I do.
Yikes, right?! Would you ever give something like this a go?
Sisters in Kodiak. With a dog that ate sand, naps in the sunshine, whale watching from the shore, lunch around a campfire, surfers waiting to catch waves on the lazy swelling sea, and being together with our blond headed boys. I didn't want to leave.
After living in our house for over 7 months, I still haven't moved in. The boxes are unpacked and things put away (most of them, on a good day), but I haven't really moved in, nested, made it a home. When I was single and shared houses with roommates I'd make my space as homey as I could. I'd rearrange everyday until I got how I wanted it, and then I'd do it again just for kicks. I'd hang all kinds of unnecessary shit on the walls and have photos of my adventures and loved ones all over the place. Now just a few weeks short of being married for 2 years, Ev and I have already lived in 3 different homes, and it's embarrassing to say there's has never been one of my photographs on a wall. Which is funny, since that's what I do for a living. You know, take pictures ALL the effing time. I don't know if I'm just too lazy to print them out, don't want to spend the money, or hate trying to mat and find frames, but regardless it's pathetic. I call myself an artist and my home is a blank slate.
I think part of the problem is that I'm expecting to pack up and move again. I'm ready to pull those boxes out, load up the vehicles, and move... cause that's what I've been doing for the past 6 years. But in the meantime, I've lived in a house for 7 months that doesn't feel like a home. A house that I work from, that I almost go crazy in everyday because I don't care to be in it. So that's my challenge. I have no idea how long we're going to be here, when we're going to move again, where we might move, or if we might move at all, but I need to accept that I live in Wrightwood and start trying to enjoy it. I need to take resources from this wonderful blogosphere around me and learn how to make my house a home on a budget. Starting with getting some pictures printed out. And cleaning up my floor closet and making it a closet that's actually in a closet. And finding a bedspread I like, which unfortunately is hard because I have expensive taste. Of course I head straight to Anthropologie, realize with a gulp the number's I'm looking, and quickly type in Ebay like I was that budget saavy smart all along. I like this one best so far, with the chalkboard wall. Rad!
My next plan? Talk a few lovely ladies into going to one of SoCal's flea markets with me. I've heard they're amazing, I think it's about time to find out for myself.
I hope I'll start enjoying this process a little too much.