Friday, April 6, 2012

What I did today

Today was about two of my favorite loves, painting my nails and hiking.

So in preparation for Easter, here are my nails. I used Essie Turquoise and Caicos and some white nail polish. Pretty cute I think!

After the paint dried I went for nice little hike in my favorite canyon. It was perfectly beautiful and peaceful out there.

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

You wanna go where everyone knows your name

Aroma Cafe in Studio City, CA
Well maybe not everybody knows my name, but it feels that way. This little cafĂ© in the Tujunga Village of Studio City is overflowing with charm and coziness. You feel like you’re at your cute old aunt’s home and she just whipped you up some yummy blue velvet cake and iced herbal tea. This place is filled with locals enjoying a hot cup of coffee, a delectable slice of cake, a perfect cobb salad, or a juicy burger.
What would you like to order?
All the while people are working on scripts, discussing their relationships, updating their blog, or just watching the pooches hanging out with their humans. There’s a tiny little bookstore stocked with the newest reads and classic novels. The fireplace flickers in the old den while old friends sit with a cup of hot chocolate and reminisce about their youth. It’s like one of the scenes out of some 1990’s Meg Ryan movie. It’s a real place though, full of real people living their lives, but savoring the moment.

Belle, Jenna, and Christina
I went tonight with three friends and enjoyed some great conversation out on the back patio under the heat lamps. These girls, they are power girls. Admittedly, I'm a little intimidated by their drive and ambition. Don't get in their way, because they'll run the world one day.

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Hike Your Own Hike

Limekiln Canyon Trail
There is nothing better than the smell of mulefat in the late afternoon. I went for a hike this afternoon, there is nothing more stress reducing than being outside, taking in the scent of wild plants and listening to the babbles of a stream. It's beautiful right now. With the recent rain everything is green, wildflowers are starting to bloom, and little cottontail bunnies are busy eating it all up.

I have this pipe dream to one day hike the Pacific Crest Trail, don't laugh, I know it's 2,650 miles and takes 5-6 months to complete. But what good are dreams if we don't have them.

I think a hobbit might live in there

Friday, March 23, 2012

Just call me June Cleaver

It’s no secret that my life’s dream is to be a 1950’s housewife. Ok, ok, so I don’t really want to wear a full skirt dress, heels, pearls and lipstick all day – and that’s just a romanticized version of reality anyhow. I do have this obsession with the glamour of the ‘50’s and ‘60’s, when women were allowed to be feminine without the anti-femininity rhetoric we hear now. When women were allowed to have curves, when “you’re looking thin” was not a compliment, and when wanting to cook dinner for your family wasn’t degrading. Though I was born in the ‘80’s and I can only perceive the time period through memories of my mom, aunts and reruns of I Love Lucy, it seems to me that life was much simpler. We weren’t inundated by media messages that sabotage our self respect and constantly compare us to unreal, hyper-realized “celebrities”. We drank whole milk and played in the dirt; we drank from the hose and lived to tell the tale. We worked out by vacuuming the carpets, washing the dishes, and scrubbing the tubs – and took pride in that work.

Why has it become a societal taboo to want to be a stay-at-home mom or housewife? I read an article recently that talked about the growing popularity of stay-at-home blogs and Mormon Mommy blogs, could it be possible that some women may want that life afterall? Don’t get me wrong though. Of course everyone should have equal rights to education, employment, pay, leadership, etc. Just don’t try to make me feel bad when I don’t want to be the CEO of some fortune 500 company, because I’d rather be the COO of my own home and family.

I'm still single, but I building my resume for the job.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Being Crafty!

Sometimes I just get into this crafty mood, which is better than a shifty mood I suppose. I just get this urge, or need, to make something. A while back I found this lil’ tutorial on The Beauty Department for making headbands. I thought it was INGENIOUS! You see, I often find myself gravitating toward the hair accessory area of your local H&M or Forever 21, and I also often find myself totally disappointed with the selection. You see, I just want something simple, yet pretty. I don’t want humongous fabric flowers adorning my crown, or migraine inducing tight metal headbands. I just want whatever it is that I want, and usually I don’t find it.

So to get back to my point of post, make your own stuff. That’s what I did. Here’s what you do, you brave your local fabric store – watch out for Joann’s Fabrics on a weekend, you’ll be there for 5 hours minimum – and you head over the to notions & trims aisle. You pick out about 18 inches or so of some pretty little trim you would like to have on your head. Then you grab some elastic banding of some sort. Then you proceed as follows. You can see the original tutorial from TBD here or just see what I did below. Please note that I do not make any claims to be a seamstress or have any sowing skills. I sow rough, really rough. But you know what, I don’t care. I live dangerously like that.
Step 1: buy some pretty trims
Step 2: get out your sowing stuff
Step 3: measure around your head, then leave out about 3 inches for the elastic.
Step 4: pin the trim to the elastic
Step 5: sow it on! Any way you know how.
Step 6: admire your hard work!

Saturday, February 18, 2012

The Soul's Tides

(photo credit: Matthew Laine Nall)
To write poetry
Is to dip in the soul's tides,
Waves of words are found.

I love poetry, strike that, I LOVE poetry! In essence, a poem packs the power of a thousand thoughts, feelings, and emotions into just a few lines. Every word is weighted. I try to write now and then, when moved. Sometimes I just write, not exactly conscious of why or what, the words just come. I think sometimes there are thoughts and feeling we have that are just out of reach of expression. We cannot completely describe exactly what it is that we feel. Poetry is syllabic art. There really are no rules, despite what your high school English teacher told you. Iambic pentameter, iambic tetrameter, rhyme, rhythm, prose, and haiku…who cares, just put your words down. It’s amazing what you’ll find was sitting there inside of you.

One of my latest hobbies attempts is memorizing poetry. It’s kind of like having some backup advice for a hard day. I have a few down. Pioneers! O Pioneers! is pretty long, so that one is taking a while to get down pat. Maybe this seems like a waste of time to you, but it’s worth it to me. It’s not easy, and there is satisfaction in accomplishing something hard, and it’s something that cannot be taken away from me.
Often I find myself thinking in it, in poetry. When I’m tired I hear Garcia Lorca whispering “I want to sleep a while, a while, a minute, a century.” When I am feeling overwhelmed I hear Robert Frost, “but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.” When I feel beaten up by the world, William Ernest Henley whispers “In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried allowed. Under the bludgeonings of chance my head is bloodied, but unbowed."

By Heather Larson
Show me the difference between fate and happenstance.
A clearing through the trees is not so much a road as
A clandestine suggestion, meant to be discovered by
Much toil, sweat, and aggravation.
Show me that sweet passage that brought you back to
Eternity; the place I’ve long waited – dreaming of intention.
A place where clarity is free and hope is certain; and
Reverie an epithet of ambition.

Saturday, February 11, 2012


Back in September, I didn't have a blog. Now that I do, I can unabashedly post pictures of my trip to a place I had been dreaming of visiting - ever since watching a travel show about it.


Plitvice National Park (pronounced plitvitza)
When Jami (another of my favorite people) invited me to go along with her, I jumped and screamed at the chance, well maybe not screamed, but definitely jumped. Her friend Blanka is from there and invited her to go, stay with her family, and see some of the country.
Jami, Me, and Blanka

I tried learning a few phrases in Croatian, I now can't remember anything but "good night". I, however can still remember how much I loved that country. It was breathtakingly beautiful. The forests and the Adriatic Sea are amazing. The people are kind and friendly. I felt totally safe. And they make some killer donuts, especially fresh while your sitting on the beach. Truly nothing better than fresh donuts while laying out. And no need to feel self-conscious about eating a donut in your bathing suit. There's plenty of 300lb 65 year old women in bikinis - and they don't feel self-conscious at all! Neither did the old men in speedos. In fact, I think it's just Americans who aren't comfortable in their own skin.

Anyways, here's some more pictures to enjoy.

Produce stand in Motovun