Just Go

How can this image of gnomes and a wiener dog peering out of a trailer not inspire wanderlust?

How can this image of gnomes and a wiener dog peering out of a trailer not inspire wanderlust?

I’ve had this unshakable urge to do something irresponsible, err spontaneous, lately. I’ve been itching to pack up my car on a moment’s notice, hit the road with my sweet, and just go. Go where? I’m not sure, but I know even the simplest trip up the Pacific Coast Highway would prove to be a fabulous adventure. This feeling of wanderlust has even entered my dreams, and I’ve woken up several mornings convinced that I’ll find an Airstream trailer or old Volkswagen bus parked in my driveway along with keys in the ignition and a note that reads “Drive Me.” In one such dream, I ended up road-tripping in a trailer that had a spinning cupcake on top of it (a la these kitschy trailers), so my love and I went with the flow and sold cupcakes all the way from Los Angeles to San Luis Obispo. Needless to say, my dreams are getting more bizarre and delicious by the minute, and I’m now starting to crave buttercream frosting along with the cool feel of an Airstream’s steering wheel. I guess my subconscious is – if nothing else – trying to reassure me that life is most wonderful when we just go with it…

In my dreams, this is what my rear-view mirror looks like and I'm always on the open road

In my dreams, this is what my rear-view mirror looks like and I’m always on the open road

Psst: What do you see in the rear-view mirrors of your dreams? Leave a comment.

Images are from Pinterest, and The 189 via Willow and Frank.

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Purple and the Pup

I spy with my tiny eye something black (and dontcha just love the flipped-back ear?)

I spy with my tiny eye something black (and dontcha just love the flipped-back ear?)

We had a laid-back long weekend filled with of lots of chores, flea markets, and TV marathons. It also just so happens that, on Saturday night, my husband and I went to our first real Hollywood party – by this I’m referring to the kind of event that’s spent standing in uncomfortable shoes by a stranger’s hilltop pool, while everyone around you talks about the famous movie actors with whom they have close, personal relationships. We were at the party to visit with some dear childhood friends, so we just let any poser-ish talk roll off our backs and even laughed at it, but I couldn’t help thanking my lucky stars that our time thus far in Los Angeles has been populated by far more genuine people than fame chasers. This is to say: in a city renowned for its plasticity, we’re so fortunate to know people who value time spent laughing on porches of the non-rich-and-famous over near brushes with stardom. When we awoke the next morning to find our pup lounging amidst a lush upcropping of purple flowers in our yard, I couldn’t help thinking that this was a timely reminder from the universe that life is all abut the simple stuff. I hope you enjoy a few of the photos my sweet and I managed to snap while hiding out in our purple shrubs, savoring silliness and simplicity…

Claude's legendary pensive look

Claude’s legendary pensive look

Damn, he eventually noticed us spying on him and gave us quite the stare down

Damn, he eventually noticed us spying on him and gave us quite the stare down

Psst: How did you spend your Labor Day weekend? Do you now feel as if a new year is beginning? (I, for one, feel like I’m a giddy, nervous, yet slightly mournful kid about to kiss the summer goodbye and start a fall semester of school, despite the fact that there are no classes anywhere in my future. I guess old habits die hard.) What say you? Leave a comment.

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Stay Tremendous, Little Passionate One

“Find Something You’re Passionate About” print by Lisa Congdon

Days and weeks keep skipping by, and I’ve been finding it increasingly challenging to steal away hours in which I can whisper little stories to you. Ah well, life and workflows come in cycles, and we’re just going to have to be content with sharing this small slice of our Friday morning together…In fact, I can think of no better company for a morning than you, darling readers, and the words of Julia Child. I came across this print last week (which would have been Julia’s 100th birthday), and I’ve been itching to share it with you ever since. The sentiment is simple and I know it’s something we’ve heard said a dozen times in a dozen different ways, but Julia’s turn of phrase really resonates with me: “Find something you’re passionate about and stay tremendously interested in it.” Seeking out new ways to stay interested in our passion projects truly is such a cool approach to keeping our work lives (and, heck, even our love lives) fresh. Can any of you dear, kindred spirits relate to this? Do you think staying “interested” is just as important as staying “passionate” when it comes to work and play? Leave a comment.

Print by Lisa Congdon via A Beautiful Mess.

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Coronado Island

Hotel Del Coronado, a wooden Victorian that’s been standing off the coast of San Diego since 1888

Let the veil of mystery be lifted…My husband surprised me with a trip to Coronado Island last weekend for our anniversary! Coronado is a tiny island off the southernmost tip of California and it requires sitting in some pretty sluggish traffic to get there, but it was worth it to get away from the routine of everyday life and all the work that tends to follow us home. We stayed at the Hotel Del Coronado, which is the beautifully maintained, giant wood structure that actually served as the location for one of my favorite movies, “Some Like It Hot.” We sipped red wine, slept in, ate too much (the most notable dish was fried prosciutto with a dipping sauce that tasted exactly like sour-cream-and-onion potato chips), and I made the delightful discovery that wedding anniversaries are like birthdays on steroids. This is to say: as I shared a simple, seaside stroll with my love and we reminisced about exchanging our vows, I had the giddiest feeling that I never wanted the day to end. Here are some snapshots from our little getaway…

I couldn’t help marveling at how massive yet ancient this seaside structure was

Our anniversary date written in the sand

I don’t think I’ve had sour-cream-and-onion potato chips in years, but this fried prosciutto took me right back to elementary school lunches

Chocolate caramels and red wine didn’t exactly remind me of childhood, but they were yummy

My sweet and I as the sun set on our first wedding anniversary

Sunsets and palm trees…

The rooftop of the hotel looked so cool all lit up at night

Psst: Isn’t it neat that this big structure has been standing for so long, and that its wood has weathered so many years by the sea? Do you remember seeing this building in “Some Like It Hot?” Leave a comment.

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Fly By Yearly

The kiss that sealed our marriage just one year ago

The smiles that followed

The even-bigger smiles that followed

And then there was giddiness for days and lifetimes to come…

Tomorrow my sweet and I celebrate our first wedding anniversary. I am still trying to wrap my head around exactly what this milestone means to me – on one hand if feels as though our wedding was just a few weeks ago, but on the other hand it’s hard to fathom that all the events of the last year took place within the span of just 365 days. Maybe I will have a better grasp on this whizzing, whirring motion of time in a few weeks, once I’ve let it all sink in, or maybe I’ll remain dumbfounded by clocks and calendars for many years to come…My love and I are taking off for the weekend to an as-yet-undisclosed seaside town, where I hope to get in lots of relaxation and reflection. I can’t wait to share photos from this mystery spot with you next week! Leave a comment.

Photos by Clayton Austin Love Stories.

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Languid Language Loveliness

On a good day, writing feels as magical as screaming into a blasting fan on a sticky linoleum floor in the dead of summer

As I wade through a sea of deadlines, very little pay, and the labyrinthine bank of escalators that may or may not one day lead me to a successful career as a writer, I find it’s vital to take a step back every now and then to remind myself why it is I do what I do in the first place. It can be so easy to forget and to get caught up in the stresses (and, heck, even to toy with quitting because of those stresses), but when I give myself a moment’s pause I’m always reminded it’s love, innocence, and dreams that are at the core of what I do, not what’s waiting at the top of this pesky elevator bank. Since it’s such a good exercise to think about this kind of stuff, I figured I’d share just a few more of the reasons why I write…

To somehow live forever in a world that’s a cross between a secret garden and a giant library

To capture bizarre slices of life before they fade from my memory

To explain wonders of the world and invent my own mythology

To make even the very-adult and scientific workings of the world feel magical

To put dreams into words and transpose the hazy feeling of love into language

Psst: Sorry I’ve been so swamped with non-blog things and have been posting sporadically – I can’t wait to share my current projects with you sometime in the not-so-distant future. Until then, is this feeling of climbing a tangled bank of elevators relatable to you? Do you need to take a step back to gain perspective on your daily work? Or, the important question: why to you do what you do? Leave a comment.

Image sources: kid with fan, girl in library, circus seal, loch ness elephant, gears of the earth, sleep elevations by Maia Flore.

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Detailed by Design

Paint-splattered Eames chairs at Metropolis Nick in Los Angeles, CA

“The details are not the details. They make the design.”

- Charles Eames

Since almost all my free hours have been spent working on house renovations of late, it should come as no shocker that I’ve had design on the brain. As such, I had the delightful experience of meandering across this Charles Eames quote a few days ago and the sentiment really stuck with me. I feel like this mid-century-modern furniture designer’s insight actually applies to any kind of creative endeavor: “The details are not the details. They make the design.” Perhaps I’m a tad biased because I’m such a detail-oriented person by nature, but I truly think the strength of any project (be it a house, a book, or a Power Point presentation) rests in the details. What details have been on your mind or made a difference in your life lately? Leave a comment.

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Children, Choices, and Everything Else

Jackie Kennedy and her daughter photographed in a time when being a stay-at-home mom was the only choice many women had

Have you read the recent Atlantic Monthly article titled Why Women Still Can’t Have It All? It is basically one high-powered woman’s account of why she left government so she could be a better mom to her teenage sons, and it’s also full of policy-making suggestions on how bosses and corporations can make it easier for women to balance their careers with parenting. In a sense, the article attempts to be a ground-breaking piece that flies in the face of feminist optimism, but I think the article itself is actually a whole lot more blindly optimistic than it seems upon first read. While I appreciate the suggestions Anne-Marie Slaughter (former director of policy planning at the State Department) makes and I think her ideas could improve work/life balance in this country for both men and women a great deal, I disagree with the way Slaughter implies that once these changes are in place women just might be able to finally “have it all.” I think these implications are extremely faulty because – drum roll, please – even with all the money and flexible work hours in the world, it just ain’t possible for anyone (whether male or female) to have and/or do it all…

Is it possible for people to lead lives full of a select few great things and foster the appearance of having it all? Sure, but the keyword here is “appearance.” This is because in order to create an existence for ourselves that is anything other than half-assed, we all need to set priorities and make tough choices about the things we do and don’t pursue. Whether or not to become a parent is, of course, one of those big choices that is rarely treated with enough gravity or logistical frankness in our society. You see, although family planning has come a long was since the 1950s, we rarely acknowledge that the actual roles parents must play haven’t changed that much. Yeah, I realize women are no longer expected to wear heels while ironing and have dinner waiting every night, but – no matter how you divvy up house chores and child care – parenting remains a full-time job. This means bringing kids into the world yields a full-time job that someone’s got to do. Sometimes this means parceling out childcare hours between two parents, a nanny and a babysitter, in which case no one person is “having it all” or “doing it all.” And, in other cases this means women taking on all parenting responsibilities while maintaining their lives as modern career women, which entails working two full-time jobs and conceding a whole lot of sacrifices in order to make every hour count (a lifestyle that is doable, but would leave any sane person hard-pressed to say they feel like they “have it all”). What it all comes down to is this: the most any of us can do is “have one heck of a lot” or “have all the things that really matter to us,” and depending on people’s individual priorities this may or may not include having children.

Maybe I am dwelling too much on semantics, but in my heart of hearts I know semantics really matter when it comes to how we view the choice to become parents, astronauts, or dog walkers. And, I don’t think it’s fair to women or men to promise that if the world just changes a little and we just change our time-management a lot, it will one day be possible for us to have it all. In fact, I think this promise is downright cruel and I doubt it’s what my great grandmother wanted for me when she marched with the suffragettes, nor do I think it’s the future my grandmother daydreamed of when she was stuck at home alone raising seven kids. Rather, what I’m pretty sure these women envisioned was merely a world in which women had a choice – a world in which my mom, my sisters, and I would be free to choose between marriage and single life, and between child rearing and a career. Anything beyond this choice would have been science fiction to them, because these were women who knew how hard it was to care for and mold little human beings into responsible adults. A simple-yet-complex choice was what they fought for, though, and the fact that women now have an array of personal/career options is such a beautiful thing…

I only hope that our society can do more justice to these women of yesteryear and women of today by acknowledging and even celebrating that life is all about choices. Yup, that’s right: life (among many other things) is about choosing what matters to us most and going after it. What makes one person’s life feel full and rewarding may not fit the bill for the next person, but that’s the beauty of choices – they’re ours and ours alone to make. For more on this topic, you can check out my take on baby madness, my decision not to have kids, and the importance of priorities. Do you have a perspective you’d like to share on motherhood or on the idea of what it means to have it all? I’d love to hear from you! Leave a comment.

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Smile, It’s Summer

Seaside house I walked past every day while on Martha’s Vineyard

Childhood summers always had a quality about them that made me want to reinvent myself – to somehow become a better version of me who’d done all her summer reading and developed the good habit of laying out her outfits each night before bed by the time a new school year rolled around. As an adult, this feeling usually arises from my vacations, when I find myself fantasizing about how I can bring the calm, slow pace of time off back into my daily life. And, since I took a quick vacation in my home state of Massachusetts a few weeks ago, the fantasizing/scheming sections of my brain were thrown into overdrive…

We spent a few days on Cape Cod attending my cousin’s wedding, then popped over to the island of Martha’s Vineyard for a whole lot of seafood and family time. We sat by the ocean and ate lobster rolls for lunch every single day, and the sights of hydrangeas and lighthouses reminded me so vividly of childhood summers in New England. It was muggy (we’re talking clothes-sticking-to-your-skin-even-in-the-dead-of-night kinda weather), but the sea air was refreshing and the time off from the norm was inspiring. My husband and I have since left the gray-shingled houses and copious lobstah behind, and are now back to the surreality of the West Coast (a.k.a., the place of 75 degrees all the time, unnecessary air conditioning, and heaps of work). True to my ever-scheming form, however, I’m hopeful that I haven’t left everything behind me, in that I feel excited to face new challenges and attempt to bring some of the serenity from my trip into my daily life. Here are some snapshots from this nostalgia-infused slice of my summer…

View of Oak Bluffs Harbor (it was actually rumored that Oprah’s yacht docked here right before the July 4th weekend)

Tastiest lobster roll in all of Massachusetts, care of Nancy’s Restaurant and Snack Bar in Oak Bluffs

Enjoying my last lobster roll of the season

Lobster hand towel – be still my germaphobic heart

Head sculptures that doubled as planters in a Martha’s Vineyard art store

Blue hydrangeas epitomize the look of New England summer

Pink and purple hydrangeas aren’t too shabby either

Rolling clouds and the East Chop Boathouse

Farewell view of Falmouth, Cape Cod

Psst: Do you have any resolutions for the summer, or are these sunny months inspiring any changes that you want to institute come autumn? Leave a comment.

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Trouble for Women

Stack of Nora Ephron books photographed by Shelly Gross

It still boggles my mind that one of the most inspiring and influential female voices of our time, Nora Ephron, died last week. Not so long ago I would have quickly deleted that word “female,” thinking it was an insult to any artist to qualify her/his greatness by a gender, but now that I’ve spent a good deal of time pondering what Ephron’s work has meant to me, I realize celebrating the femaleness of all she leaves behind is actually a great compliment. After all, Ephron spent her career fighting her way to the top of some very male industries just so she could tell stories about women, for women, and by women. The femaleness of her blockbuster movies, such as “When Harry Met Sally,” “Sleepless in Seattle,” and “Julie & Julia” has in fact drawn women and their dates to theaters for decades, and these stories hold a very prominent place in the romantic ideals of me and almost every other gal I know. As an adolescent, teenager, and young woman, Nora Ephron’s flicks taught me to demand more for myself out of life and love, and I would dare to say her rom coms stirred something far greater in me than any art-house film ever has.

And yet, I’ve always felt a tinge of embarrassment whenever I tell people that Ephron’s classic films are among my favorites. Is this because of the abundance of peonies, diamond rings, and sculpture-filled fountains in nearly all of her films, or is it perhaps that I’m embarrassed of the very personal ways in which her movies have made me hope for that ever-elusive “something more?” I’m not sure, but judging from her 1996 commencement speech at Wellesley College, I’d say the femaleness of her aesthetic and brand of hope is no accident…

“Whatever you choose, however many roads you travel, I hope that you choose not to be a lady. I hope you will find some way to break rules and make a little trouble out there. And I also hope that you will choose to make some of that trouble on behalf of women.” -Nora Ephron

Although I’m sure some would argue that the material femininity and emphasis on love in Ephron’s movies did little to advance the women’s movement, I think that’s immaterial when you consider how they advanced the hopes and dreams of each individual woman who actually viewed them. Ephron’s movies depicted women who were neither damsels in distress nor emotion-void action heroines – they were instead real, flawed, and above-par-witted ladies (just like our sisters, mothers and grandmothers), who refused to sacrifice their careers or to settle for anything less than “fireworks” when it came to love. The realness and humor of these women made them equal parts entertaining and inspiring, because they always gave me the empowered sense that I could one day be like them – that I could go toe-to-toe with any man in any argument, and that a great love story was out there somewhere for me and every other gal I held dear.

Her movies showed us there was goodness and hope in this world, and that there were even happy endings as long as you were willing to work for them. As such, Ephron’s films always made me leave the theater or turn off my TV determined to work toward my own happy ending. And, when I think about this effect of her flicks, I realize I should be the opposite of embarrassed to declare my cinematic infatuation with them. Because, after all, what is the point of a movie or any other piece of art if not to inspire people to live better and work harder to make the world a more magnificent place for themselves and the people they love? Ms. Ephron’s films did this 0ne-thousandfold for viewers, and I only hope I can someday make enough trouble on behalf of women that over the course of my lifetime girls/women/grandmothers/mothers/sisters will no longer be embarrassed to to list Nora Ephron’s movies among their favorites…Have you been moved by Ephron’s films, novels, or essays? Has her work ever inspired you to make “trouble” on behalf of women? Leave a comment.

Photo from Shelly Gross’ Instagrid via Pinterest.

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