I have a friend (who’s witty comments can even be found on this blog) who’s been a postcard aficionado ever since I’ve known her. In one of my “binder of important things” I have a postcard she sent me from Singapore complete with a Tuk Tuk illustration she drew on the back. When my life first started falling apart, my friend would send me the most perfect postcards in the mail. She had this uncanny ability to send a simple 4″x6″ piece of paper…
Stephanie at Hand Gallop has these great little “weekend by the numbers” posts that I always enjoy reading. She somehow makes all the numbers even out, because she’s a rock star. They’re cute & well planned out posts. I, on the other hand, am all “I did things this weekend and there were numbers!” Expect no cuteness here. My Dad was visiting Austin-town this weekend and helped me on a ton of house stuff. He builds fancy custom homes and I assure…
When I was in the height of my artistic days, people would often look at whatever piece I was working on and exclaim. “Wow! I can’t even draw a straight line!” “I can’t either,” I would answer them. Remember this – it’s important later. Part of the reason I bought my house is because it has really good bones. It’s been well maintained with a nice layout, and I thought I could do a lot of “little” things to improve…
When I started packing up my apartment two weeks ago it felt like waking up from a coma. As I wrapped a picture frame in newspaper, I stared at the empty box below me. I realized that I had absolutely no memory of packing up to move from my old house to the apartment. I knew that my friend and her mother had helped me, and that they had patiently wrapped so many mason jars and glasses in newsprint. I knew…
I blamed the two glasses of wine but the truth is I had been pondering about diving into the dark world that is Tinder, so I didn’t protest when my friend took my phone and started installing the app. “Now you can only choose one horse photo. Which is your favorite?” I pointed to my favorite show picture, us jumping a sizable coop where my equitation looks baller. She frowned. “No, that won’t be impressive to anyone else. Here… I like…
My dad has this thing he likes to say about buckets. To him, life is a bucket and if you have a lot going on that makes you personally happy and fulfilled, your bucket is full. Sometimes we’ll be talking about someone who seems a bit lost or preoccupied with irrelevant drama. He’ll say, “Her bucket isn’t full,” as an explanation for the behavior. I started this blog in 2010 when I first moved to Austin. In the early days,…
If you surrendered to the air, you could ride it. – Toni Morrison I’ve always been a sentimental schmuck, which can also be categorized as a mild hoarder. When I was a little kid, there was always at least one shoebox full of special items stored away under my bed. A vending machine ring from an elementary school crush. A worn piece of wide ruled paper folded up into a fortune teller. A plastic whale I was too old to…
I have a new secret weapon. Weeks ago, I had a moment where I wasn’t having as much of a personal financial crisis. All summer I’ve desperately needed a new pair of jeans, so once I could breathe a bit easier I trotted off to Nordstrom Rack to see if I could find any pants. Sidenote – why is pant shopping the worst? I can buy breeches much easier than I can buy regular people pants. My breeches are also much…