When I was 18, I moved to LA.
I moved from a small town on the coast of Oregon that nobody (save a few fans of Pre — who I also ❤ in case you’re wondering) had ever heard of. That little town was filled with trees… and clean air… and nice people.
I hated LA.
I hated it with a fiery passion and felt like the concrete was about to swallow me alive.
And then, one day… without notice… I fell in love.
This weekend we headed up to New York for Mark’s first suit fitting and to see a friend’s show (Her last before it heads to Scotland for Edinburgh fringe!) and since Mark was busy playing with other, fancier cameras… I got a little time behind the lens.
Pepe and I are still getting to know each other (what, you don’t name your inanimate objects?) but we’re a whole lot closer than we used to be. Honestly, I’d say I’m about half a step above point and shoot, but hey, anything’s an improvement.
Mark was pretty excited about his fitting (I can’t wait to see!) and it gave us a good excuse to grab some tasty brunch at egg before heading into Manhattan to get ready for the show — which was amazing, and echoed a lot of important issues I’ve been thinking about lately (especially while reading this book). I’m so proud of that kickass playwright friend of mine… but that’s nothing new.
On Sunday we squeezed in a tasty bagel and a trip to the High Line before heading home to our cozy beds and our happy puppy. I love trips out of town, and especially love the chance to see friends, but it’s always nice to come home, too. And I know Mr. Lennon is pretty pumped.
How was your weekend? Was it as super hot as it was in the east? We nearly died.
“I’ll be your Emmylou and I’ll be your June
If you’ll be my Gram and my Johnny too”
~First Aid Kit
Photo: Taken near our home in Maryland.
Not only are Leah and Matt beyond gorgeous, this bride and groom are also obviously a ton of fun.
Wondering what the heck I’m talking about? Just scroll a little. There’s kind of no way you’ll be disappointed.
There was a time when I couldn’t stand a white wall… probably brought on by long periods of apartment-hopping, never settling long enough to paint the space (if I was allowed to at all).
But now that I’ve had a couple of years to recover, I find myself gravitating toward these gorgeous clean spaces.
Especially when they’re paired with those rich wooden beams.
Next home?
A girl can dream, right?
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(happy Wednesday — half way through the week! … … optimism helps the hump.)
Recently, I read an article in Runners World that advocated taking a little time off… and commenced to roll my eyes. Time off is something no runner really likes, because inevitably, time off means taking a step back in your training. It means slowing down, losing distance… and having to face the long hard road back.
But then I thought about it, is one step back maybe worth it if it results in two steps forward?
The author argued that forcing a scheduled break (for him, it was the whole summer) had kept him from burning out… since the rest of the year was spent training so hard. The best part of the break was that by the time the summer was done, he could barely contain his desire to get back out there.
I realized that, in many ways, I already do this. Because I’m a big old wimp and the summer heat kind of wrecks me, I usually slow things down. We tend to train for and run the shorter races during this time… and once the summer is over, I’m craving the distance again.
Do you take breaks from the things you work hard on to avoid burning out? I can think of a ton of examples that don’t involve running at all.
(Actually, I’ve employed this strategy a couple of times along the wedding planning road.)
Photo: From my first marathon… in the middle of winter. What can I say? I like to run in the cold.
It’s Friday, it’s not raining, the Olympic Opening Ceremony is tonight, and I have two brand new bathing suits in the mail that are just dying to spend the entire weekend by the pool.
One. Happy. Girl.
That’s me. Hope you’re looking forward to the weekend just as much as I am!
Here are a few things I’m loving this week…
How cute is she? One more reason to brush up on my French, so I can read her blog.
I need this in my house.
Happiness for your walls.
A pastel colored love.
This botanical invitation suite.
Why does it get harder and harder to make good friends as you age?
The average cost of getting married.
This mix.
Oh my gosh I am so proud of those little jars up there.
So proud.
This was my first time canning and my very first jam. And because all that wasn’t complicated enough, I decided to do the whole thing without pectin.
There were no guarantees here, folks… none whatsoever. In fact I was pretty sure it was all going to turn into a big runny unsealed mess… ruining the piles and piles of gorgeous peaches that I kind of wanted to keep around forever just for the smell… our house was like heaven.
But I went for it anyway, and after about two hours of peeling those beauties, it’s okay, I was a little less sentimental.
And minus the whole peeling thing (which, by the way, is much easier to do if you use this method… but let’s not fool ourselves, it’s still no fun at all) I was happy to find that the whole process went pretty smoothly!
Oh you guys… the gorgeous simplicity of this wedding really gets me. A perfect location, a stylish bride and groom, and the most joyful guests… there is truly nothing better, and nothing more you need.
Life, love, and the little things… one thread at a time.
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