This week the things I love and my life lately will merge. Seems like such a natural progression, but the real reason is: if I don't get to cooking, baking and juicing soon, all of my lovely farmer's market/u-pick feast will wither away. Plus, this week there is so much to be happy about I mean Orange is the New Black came out early and I, I, I did not even stay home to watch it in my jammies because I went out to pick my own produce. Where I gladly discovered my inner country girl is alive and well, and she's still barefoot in public, too. But more on that later.
First things first, Brit.co Community Editor leaves her praise-worthy position to enter the brave unknown of digital, solo-preanuership. Well, not completely solo. Alexis and her husband, San, have been toiling away at a better way to send your snail mail. Which is genius, for so many reasons. One of which, is obviously, for family, telling' 'em you love 'em and appreciating your life on this earth and all that. But I'm really starting to think of all the friends I said I would write letters to and then never did. Ok, I probably did once, or twice, but between picking out a card, editing what I'm going to say, and working on my ever evolving penmanship, it kind of fell flat (but I can basically write a novel over text message? I didn't say it made sense.) Enter PunkPost, where they gladly do the work for you, at a moderate fee, something like $3-6, with some pretty epic art work to pick from, to boot.
My favorite might be those eyelashes up there, or the cracked heels and cigarettes below. That one reminds me of being 21, and not knowing anything, which is remarkably similar to being 29 and not knowing anything.
So, with a little help you can start sending out a superfluous amount of mail, without having to design, shop, or even write anything on your own. Well, they'll have to be your own sentiments, but they'll do the actually physical writing for you. Did I already share the link? Probably. Here it is again. Spread the love. Pay it forward. Open your throat chakra. Whatever you want to call it, get those feelings out of your head and into the world where they belong.
I am still up to designing my own presets. I'm pretty into it. One of these days they'll be available for sale, somehow, someway. I designed a bunch for all of the Wild Spirit edits, which are all done, I'm happy to say. I can't wait to see what develops of them on their new website. I always get a little bashful seeing my work floating around the web, but mostly in a good way. Oh, and in the meantime I went on another day retreat in San Diego. Can I just say how much I envy San Diego traffic? It lasts for like three minutes and moves at like 50 mph. A stark contrast to us neighbors to the north, where we'll spend all day at a screeching halt to go downtown for like an hour and then head back home, seemingly all at the same time. At any rate, I came back from that one with no pictures, but I did feel like a different person afterwards. It would appear that 2015 has been a year of personal development for me. I've just always figured there was a bit more, more impact, more difference, more to create than what meets the eye.
Speaking of making a difference, I've seen a couple pretty inspirational things floating around the social media feed. Like this one about wolves re-entering the environment and how Yellowstone changed entirely, for the better. Once again demonstrating how creation is intimately related to destruction, yin needs yang, and sometimes what we perceive as bad is only keeping the balance. Yeah, I got really emotional about this wolf video.
... and if you want to cry some more, watch Jack Black speaking to this young homeless boy in Uganda. I swear I think it's healthy, let all those feelings surge and move through you. Feeling empathy for people you've never met. It's magical, we should do it when we're off the internet, too.
I picked my own food yesterday, a bunch of it. I was also driven to do so barefoot, while singing county songs, the really old ones. Just frolicking, and slipping on dirt piles. I also learned that cucumbers grow on very pickly plants, so picking them is a real bummer. I was only able to get one before my hands went completely numb.
I think it bears a mention that my friend Schaffen practically had to drag me down there. We've been friends since the 3rd grade, so she understands my impulse to pent up, instead of going out.
This week's Things I Love is basically a resounding reminder that I am very, very single. Which is totally fine, because summer. Summer, in my humble opinion, is always the best time to get attached. I'm gonna put out those vibes for all my fellow single ladies, no time like the present. Hey, but also appreciate your singlehood, or whatever stage you're at, because as we've all learned, it moves by all too quick. That's my unsolicited advice for the day. Also, learn what you love about yourself first, before you expect anyone else to see it ... or whatever.
I really hope someday my hair gets this long. In the meantime I'll keep taking my vitamins. source: Building 25
So cute. I love everything about this, the color, composition, content. All of it. source: The Goodrich Wife
Even though the sand here isn't this white, I am always grateful to be near the beach, any beach. source: Makenna Alyse