collages, Design, Life, photography

As in a mic check.

Since I really need to confirm anyone’s presence.

Ahoy lucky readers, it’s been a painfully long time since I last stopped by these streets. So long. So.so.damn.long.

What can I say? I underestimated the importance of steadiness. Balance. Holding yourself accountable to a routine. Never giving up on said routine no matter how tough it gets. Finding a creative outlet to avoid spontaneous combustion. Dancing like you don’t give a WHAT whether you’ll be a (/ˈmiːm/ MEEM) or not.

So I’ve found my way back here.

Mostly for me and my sanities.

YES plural!

Hope you’re all still golden.

Wish I was Here

Lifestyle, photography


There I am ready for my close up

a monotone figure creeping around on gravel.

I’m loving this shot for its simplicity, but most of all for the view( that AMAZING lake view)

You can tell I need some R&R bad huh?

Yes and no.

My time to gallivant the globe will come, but for now I’m just sitting up in my room..anxiously awaiting Zach Braff’s new flick.

and a place to live come August 1st.

You can file this post under london life and hashtag it nutterbutterlease.

Wish me luck!

Letting the kettle sleep

Foodie, Holidays, Lifestyle, Yogi



It turns out a part of me died the second I turned 30.. the cognitive part of my tired brain that happens to store my wordpress password.

Also, I was blissfully living the life of a bum.

Oh sure I could easily recount the average time spent: cuddling, scoffing buckwheat pancakes, studying David Regelin videos, bookmarking  ankle boots, self medicating with echinacea drops and planning holiday menu’s- there will be a fine selection of nuts and fancy water, this much I know!

But I was told not to.

So I won’t ok, I WON’T!

I’d miss good, good scotch

Lifestyle, Literary loves, Yogi


Since Elephant journal has been my second home lately..

I thought it appropriate to bring you THE ultimate F*ck it list by Kathleen, my new-found heroine who intends on YOLO-ing the shit of out her life..her words not mine.

Though these past 11 days have sped by like a Flash Gordon moment, I kept running into not-so-subtle reminders that it is well and truly time for me to sort out some repressed memories (cabbage patch dolls for one; eeeeek!) and finally start giving back.

Not just talking it up, but actually walking the walk.

I’ve been secretly obsessing over Africa Yoga Project; because well, just swoon!

Say Aha!

Lifestyle, Other Loves



I interrupt our irregular and ill-conceived program  to bring you a little gem  I discovered earlier this week; House on Loon Lake.

An ode to curiosity, secrets, exploration, haunted houses , letter writing, dubious folk and trinkets too.

If you’re not a lifelong devotee of This American Life after listening to this, then you probably  have no business frequenting this sacred space.

Happy Sunday!

50 shades of geek

Lifestyle, Other



Every now and then a week drops so much knowledge on you, you can’t help but share;

  • Sleeping is what the cool kids do to stay upright and lucid.
  • Only JCrew the Great can get away with using like a champ.
  • Why did it take you a full 140 minutes of The Great Beauty to discover the Torino Ensemble? Huh why?
  • Whole Foods holds the power to bankrupt you one day.
  • You may never grow into the mushroom hair look/cut.
  • Drop repository into a sentence and watch the magic unveil.
  • Read. the. f*&%*ng. care. instructions. before. washing. a. designer.dress. you. idi$*!!
  • Who is this E person and how do I track this wise woman/child/ man down?
  • Ok Charlie Hunnam, you got me. Time to tackle that chick lit crap.

Something like this, but not this


b593947afcf8858df21e661bb206cfc6Vogue ’00

To quote the always enjoyable Casper, “Can I keep you?”

Carmen’s look that is. Not the bodies. I’m no crazy kidnapper.

Though I have no where to go- a self-imposed house arrest and cleanse- will do that to a person- workin’ it Mad Max style in the semi-privacy of my own quarters will have to do for now.

With the record high temperatures we’ve been having, I doubt anyone would respond to the wailing of someone decked in all leather everything..

So a flimsy night gown will have to do.

Happy Blazing days!

Marigold monologue

Lifestyle, photography


I spent most of the weekend in an 8×6 inch bubble and I never once burst out/bust a move? That whole thing about no man being an island has always made as much sense as a Taylor Swift love song.

So I put my faith in the man and googlebot (sadly at 1am last night) and discovered those wise words date back to the 17th century.

Back when life expectancy was a whopping 36, and women were publicly flogged for unspeakable crimes..

Taking part in politics and such.