returns

dear you,

I'm quite sorry for the neglect. I've been thinking about

you daily, honestly. Excuses: too busy, too tired, or too

something. Now I would like to be too involved in keeping

this a priority.

Sincerely, me.

P.s. Here's a little bit of stuffs thats been happening:

I took a very swift trip to Baltimore and had a wonderful time---

all despite the fact that I worked late on a Monday, drove there on

a Tuesday (up at 5am--took nine hours),

packed and moved in hundred degree plus weather, then drove

back on a Thursday (another none hours!) and worked that Friday

morning.

Baltimore was full of love and friends and delicious eating.

Traveling was full of ocean and fog and bridges and ferries.

Back on the island there was the arrival of my favorite pup,

Nora. Plus, cousins, uncle, and beach picnics.

I bought these Ked-like shoes for seven dollars (my goal

was to find a pair of shoes I could adventure in--hike, beach,

wander--and not worry about, all under ten dollars: check!)

A long lost pair was hidden in a shelf at this strange island

store. They are a shade one of wonderful (power color?) and

I've been wearing them like I was born to.

Eating a lot of sweets (what's new there?). Seeing live music

(I like the rainbow palette of the crowd). August blooms filling

my rooms.

wobbles

Perhaps its the fullness of the moon, or the middle of the month,

or the smaller amount of hours asleep in my bed...

I've been a bit clumsy (welts, bruises, and cuts as proof) and have

had a few bouts of teariness.

But little things perk me up.

[picture source: scout&catalogue]

squashes

I've been enjoying the varieties of hydrangeas around.

Some of my favorite neighbors gave us some garden goods.

So we made pizza and it was divine.

Did you know that garlic hangs beautifully?

changes/love and friends

excuses, excuses, I know. Delays and busy days. Egad!

But hey, this week has felt like a month--maybe two.

I might be moving to San Fran in September. Exactly.

Valentine by Margherita Urbani

drools (daily)

Hey! July! Days off! Sunshine!

Spent some nice down time finding delightful things:

[illustrations/fabric/clothing: wonderful! Leah Reena Goren]

[relatable/adorable: Hailee Steinfeld for Miu Miu Fall/Winter 2011 by Bruce Weber]

[favorite phrase/creative Baltimore adoration: Adam J. Kurtz]

[awww, my dad posted a picture of my birth place: yes, I was born in this apartment.]

tries

I should figure out the best blog-time-management.

After waiting tables for eight continuous hours I tend

to just sit at home staring off into space or do the

opposite and run four miles followed by a bike ride to

the ocean and a swim. If I can manage either of those,

couldn't I get better at blogging regularity? I'll keep trying.

I've been wandering any old place... trying to capture

a moment or five.

Bakeries and thrift stores:

Walking into town and getting cake with my mom

(Carrot & Pineapple Cake--superb,

Chocolate Root Beer Bundt Cake--flavorful, but

unfortunately dry):

My wardrobe has been overwhelmingly patriotic lately.

And I've been trying different work* hairstyles. Mix things up.

(Good inspiration via A Cup of Jo's hair tutorials.)

*Work hair: must be pulled back and headbanded/

hankerchiefed/hatted.

lives in color

I think this first image sums it up. I've been wandering around,

sewing things, creating and eating. So here, glimpses, in a nut shell.

wants some ice cream

Despite my love of warmth (I shuttered within the heavily

air-conditioned shops I stopped in the other day),

I can't stop myself from daily cravings of cold and creamy

delights.

[soft serve image source]

chooses shoes(es)

The other night I was getting ready to go out. It was a bit chilly.

Wouldn't it be nice to have some kind of moccasin-type of shoes? Cosy

like a slipper. Then, I look in this basket of my grandmother's old clothes

and I find this brown pair of Minnetonka moccasins. My mom thinks they

might have been hers as a kid.

I'm fascinated by avant-garde shoes, too. The shoe really is an art object.

That would be an art history class I could get into!

Minimarket. Cut-out Lace Up. Hybrid delights!

As always, Maira Kalman is brilliant and wonderful and tells me things

I'd want to know.

Shoes in Shoes: makes me want to get wacky. "Shoe layering is a

cross-seasonal option for style hybrids and a simple method for shoe size

reassignment. Whether it's loafers in sandals or heels in boots, we say if

the shoe in shoe fits, wear it."

via dismagazine.com

I did an art piece with (almost) all my shoes. I tagged them with named

"memories."

Long story short, I could look at/talk about/drool over shoes for days.

likes right now/on the internet

after working, sleeping, and then working some more (and anticipating sleeping and more working again)...I have fallen into a lazy evening with internet browsing.

tidbits for further indulging

What's inside Matryoshka's brains? by Evgenia Barinova

Sketchbook Series: Kaye Blegvad

Ten Paces and Draw - Hot Diggity Dog

Odi on The Selby

Do my choices explain something? Reviewing, I'd say perhaps. It was a wild-child filled day.

But I feel good.

Happy Poppa's Day, yo.