when the wind is on the moon

It is my hope that life continues to lovingly push me out of my comfort zone, to learn new things, adapt to new circumstances, meet new people and always be in a process of discovery.

As for the rest, patience and love, and a little Alexi. . . 

i can sometimes be a font snob

The three amigos I went to San Francisco with in March can attest to my pure hatred for Papyrus, since I took every opportunity I could to vocalize it.  So, this is really funny. . .

(via BitBox by deviantmonk)

Oh man, now I kinda feel like a jerk.  

thinking aloud

It's 12:57 AM -- another failed attempt at going to bed "early" (aka: before midnight).  But when a girl needs to write, a girl needs to write.


Today I jumped on TRAX (after missing it three separate times. . .don't even ask) to head to Draper and see my sweet niece and nephew.  It was fun but I don't have any pictures to prove it.


Aside from reading 70s nursery rhymes, eating goldfish crackers and playing peek-a-book, I had one of those super clumsy, disorganized, disheveled, ungrounded days.  I was practically tripping over my own feet, my hair felt weird on my head and I just couldn't quite get comfortable in my skin.  You know, one of those days.  I'm extra excited to wake up tomorrow morning just to prove to myself I can be a bit more graceful.


Anyway, I have been feeling REALLY restless the last week or two.  Worse than ever maybe.  I like to think it's some version of my higher self begging for a change, but it could just be spring fever.  Spring fever that starts every year around mid March, mellows by mid June, and is gone by August.  Blame it on the weather, doshas, the moon, my personality, etc.  The thing is, what would I change?  This question keeps ringing in my ears and my mind too frequently bounces to that one line in my favorite play when Clov says to himself, "But I feel too old, and too far, to form new habits. Good, it'll never end, I'll never go."


Right now I want to go live in Italy or NYC, I want to write, and I want to see the world with new eyes.  There is of course, a second question I keep asking myself: what am I waiting for?

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In cuter, funnier news, these (via weheartit) cheer me up:

Heehee.  Goodnight for now.

xoxo

oh Gio

It's been a few weeks and I still haven't introduced you to my new love.  Meet Gio. . .

He is about 90% Italian, vintage, and pretty fast.  If this weather ever stays nice, Ned has some competition.  

Popetastic

A few months ago I had one of those moments.  You know, the "wow, I want to photograph him/her."  I tend to immediately come out and tell these people about my desire to put them in front of my camera, and sometimes they're receptive and something they think I'm creepy.  Luckily, Pope didn't think I was creepy, and for that I am grateful.  Because. . .

    

Muchas gracias mi amigo.

an ode to random

Howdy. My mind is all over the map today so I will share some random good things.

1) I may or may not have thrifted again today. This is on top of scouring Etsy for somewhere in the neighborhood of 20-30 hours this week. I think I have a problem. . .a problem that has stumbled upon these treasures:

(click images for source/listing)

No, I didn't buy any of it.  The day that Jadite salt and pepper shakers fit into my budget, you blog world, will be the first to hear about it.  

2) Today I met the cutest woman at the D.I. in Centerville when she noticed that I scored all of the good vintage books. We chatted for nearly an hour about our obsessions, traded contact info, and I think we both felt a little less alone in the world after parting ways. It was magical.

3) Old. Books. Are. Amazing. The way they smell. . .the illustrations. . .the

covers. Wait, what? I've already gushed about this on here? Okay, fine.

4) This website is effing genius.

5) Lately I've become incredibly drawn to and inspired by various textiles. I don't know why I'm so surprised by this, given my fascination with textures in general, but yeah, I feel like there is something there to consider. In the meantime, I might bite the bullet and take some costume design classes in the fall and finally conquer my fear of sewing machines.

you are all stardust

1) I have awesomely amazing friends.

2) This:

(source)

3) My vintage store is up and running as of today and I've already had my first sale. Woohoo! You can check it out *HERE*. There are MANY more items that will be listed in the next couple of days. I feel like I haven't even gotten started yet.

xoxo

amen sista

(source)

That first sentence couldn't be more true for me.  The rest is the perfect mantra.

thoughts on a Sunday evening in the Spring

Okay I will admit it.  

Someday I'd like to have a big cozy porch with a big cozy antique couch, an obscene number of tulips, a tire swing hanging from a ridiculously large tree, a collection of pyrex and a desire to cook, kids running around with big wheels and little red wagons, who know they're value and know they're loved.  And I want to teach them how to paint and to take photos and make forts and stare at the stars and respect the earth and their fellow beings and trust themselves and ask questions and appreciate music and dance whenever they feel like it.  And I want that darkroom, and a Hasselblad, and an entire wall of paint-by-numbers, and an obscene number of books stacked to the ceiling in a room that manages to have both morning and evening light pouring through large windows.  I want to still be going on bike rides and listening to old records, and The Beatles, and Tom Waits.  And I want to still own some fabulously old, reliable, Honda hatchback and still enjoy my alone time and thrift with my friends, and have dinners and outings and road trips.  And I want chalkboards in every room of a house, with lots of light and color and whose purpose is to be lived in - really lived in.  And I want to wear dresses and aprons and bake cookies and have a kick ass garden, and a dog, or maybe two.  

And I want the Stud.  I really do.  

: )

(via Bliss)

(via sfgirlbybay)

(via pinkshirtsandcarwrecks)

(via Mint)

(via Free People blog)

(via sfgirlbybay)

(via seesaw)

(via A Beautiful Mess)

(via pinkshirtsandcarwrecks)

(via Le Love)

(via weheartit)

(via Bleubird Vintage)

(via Bleubird Vintage)

(via Bleubird Vintage)

(via A Cup of Joe)

(via Creature Comforts)

(via sfgirlbybay)

xoxo

a bit of my heart

Fully Empowered


I write in the clear sun, in the teeming street,
at full sea tide, in a place where I can sing;
only the wayward night inhibits me,
but, interrupted by it, I recover space,
I gather shadows to last a long time.

The black crop of the night is growing
while my eyes in the meantime measure the plain.
So, from sun to sun, I forge the keys.
In the half light I look for locks
and keep on opening broken doors to the sea
until I fill the cupboards up with foam.

And I never weary of going and returning.
Death in its stone aspect does not stop me.
I am weary neither of being nor of non-being.

Sometime I wonder where—
from father or mother or the mountains—
I inherited all my mineral obligations,

the threads spreading from a sea on fire;
and I know I go on and go on because I go on
and I sing because I sing and because I sing.

There is no way of explaining what happens
when I close my eyes and waver
as between two underwater channels—
one lifts me in its branches toward dying
and the other sings in order that I may sing.

And so I am formed out of non-being,
and as the sea goes battering at a reef
in a wave on wave of salty white-tops
and drags back stones in its ebb,
so what there is of death surrounding me
opens in me a window out to living,
and, in a spasm of being, I am asleep.
In the full light of day, I walk in the shade.


-Pablo Neruda