summer lovin'

I got this dress this time last year, and I think I've only worn it once since then, but the other day it was sunny and warm outside and this dress felt like the perfect thing for such a day.  I kind of felt like a popsicle.  A stripey one, like a firecracker or something.  Firecrackers are my favorite.  Whenever the ice cream truck came around (which was like twice a year in Anchorage) I always wanted a firecracker.  I actually have a box of firecrackers in my fridge leftover from last summer.  I like to have them on hand.  You know, just in case.
While I was taking these photos a strange fellow approached me with his daughter and started bugging me about what I was doing and asking me to take photos of his daughter.  Last time I was approached like that it turned into a crazy story, so I was pretty ready to get out of there and avoid another bizarre interaction.  Luckily it turned out to be less weird, concluding with him insisting I look at "the most amazing and artistic thing ever," which he thought I'd appreciate as an artist.  I thought we were going to a grafitti wall or something, but no.  We stopped in front of a pile of sticks on the side of the alley.  Oh man.  He also insisted I give him my business card so I could take more photos of his daughter, and I didn't have any on me, and the only way to get him to go away was to give him my "phone number." Which turned out to be 9 randomly selected numbers.  Thankfully I got a few good shots in before he interrupted, because I booked it out of there as soon as possible.  Oh blogging.



dress/courtesy of modcloth :: shoes/courtesy of blowfish shades/courtesy of lulu's
Dan is training for a new job where he's going to be a dedicated cook!  He used to be a "cook" and barback, and I use quotations because he wasn't really cooking food, just making tapas and other small plates and sandwiches that don't require cooking per se.  But he's getting excited about learning all these cooking techniques and I'm kind of jealous that he's getting all this sweet training and cooking knowledge!  Last night he got inspired to try and cook a steak after watching an episode of Good Eats. I don't think either of us has cooked steak before, so it was kind of an experiment, but it turned out!  It was a fun little treat since I don't really eat a ton of meat anymore, especially something like steak.  Taking a cooking class is one of my 26 before 27 goals, so maybe I'll look into it!  I just realized it's already halfway through 2013 and I'm nowhere near completing my goals.  So it goes.

life lately

Excited about...
My garden growing!  I came back from my Brave trip and it was so much bigger! There's a tiny green strawberry starting to emerge, even!  I was afraid my strawberries weren't going to make it after the transplant, but they've bounced back nicely.

Even more excited about...
My best friend (hopefully) moving to Tacoma!  She just graduated college and is in that weird post-graduation-what-do-I-do-now place, and I've been trying to convince her that Tacoma is a great place to figure it out, haha.  She loves coffee and yoga and tattooed, bearded men, so Tacoma is clearly a good match.  Even if she ends up not staying, it'll be nice to have a best friend around for a while, someone who knows you that completely.

Busy...
Editing photos of Molly's wedding!  It was a lot of fun shooting, especially since she is such a beautiful and carefree soul.  It was kind of a test run to see if I enjoyed shooting weddings, and I think I do!  Of course, it's probably a bit less stressful shooting a friend's wedding, especially a friend who is so low-key.  I'm definitely open to shooting weddings now, though!  It was good to get outside my comfort zone, even photographically, as I had to shoot with a flash for the reception.  I shoot with natural light exclusively, so it was interesting to figure out the whole flash thing.  I definitely prefer natural light, but I'm glad I had an excuse to figure out flash photography.  I'm still a newb, but I'm glad I did it!

Reading...
Quiet.  It's SO good you guys.  If you're an introvert, or married to one, or just want to understand the differences between introverts and extroverts, it's a must-read.  I'm about 3/4 done now, and I would recommend it to anyone.  I think a lot of times introverts feel like the way they are is wrong or inferior, but that's absolutely not true.  The more we understand about one another, the better we can communicate and interact with each other.

Thinking about...
Cultivating a rest day.  Dan brought up having Sunday brunches where we invite friends over on Sunday for pancakes or whatever and I loved that idea.  Working from home, I never really have days off, just random chunks of time where I'm not at my computer.  And during those times I feel like I should be working, instead of genuinely taking respite from work.  Having a day, or even just a part of a day, where I am intentional about stepping away and not feeling guilty about it, would be healthy.  I've thought about making my office my work space, and not working unless I'm there, but I so enjoy working in the kitchen or living room, or in coffee shops, that I don't really like that idea.

Making...
An effort to be a better friend.  As an introvert it's really easy to thoroughly enjoy just staying at home, doing my own quiet things.  But knowing that I need that time to myself, I can also use that to fill my tank with solitude in order to fuel times spent putting myself out there, even if my natural instinct is to avoid going out with people.  Thankfully most people I'm friends with are also introverts, so the going-out-together avoidance isn't one sided.

 
 
 
 
 

tacoma // pretty plants at the nursery // molly's bouquets! // winne times fixing loose belts in oakland // sunny day outfit // strawberry rhubarb iced latte little beauty // flourishing garden! // celebrating HK + saying goodbye to 1022 some instax pix from molly's wedding!

just for pictures

Sometimes I like putting together an outfit, even if I take it off shortly after taking photos of it.  It's usually because, while I really love the pieces paired together, I don't feel like wearing that particular outfit at the moment.  But, since I have it on, it seems logical to photograph it before taking it off so I don't have to do so later when I maybe will wear the outfit all day.  It was just ever so slightly too cold to wear these shorts yesterday, but I loved this outfit, so I snapped some photos before changing into something more practical for the day's temperature.  It ended up warming up later in the day, so I could've kept wearing this outfit, but oh well!  In the past I haven't been a short shorts person, but lately I've been loving them.  These shorts are so stretchy and comfortable, they're easy to love.  And they're high-waisted.  And have pockets.  They kind of remind me of those vintage black and white photos of fabulous ladies on the beach.
Today ended up being one of those overwhelmingly stressful days unexpectedly (don't you love when random phone calls do that?) and I've got that cry-hangover feeling, so I'm going to meet a friend for coffee and hope that helps a bit with the recovery.  It's sunny and beautiful, so I think I'm going to bike there.  Biking always seems to lift the spirits.  Something about getting my blood pumping and feeling the fresh air finger its way through my hair as I pedal along.  

 


top/courtesy of tailor & stylist :: shorts/courtesy of modcloth shoes/courtesy of blowfish :: necklace/courtesy of lisa leonard

living the brave life

Long trips in the Brave always get me thinking.  I don't have a working radio, so it's lots of silence (or, rather, lots of loud road/engine noise) and my brain has all the time in the world to think and reevaluate life.  I've only been home for a couple hours and all my thoughts have already begun to fall back into their regular patterns, though I'm fighting to hold on to the lessons of the road, as taught by a wise, old mentor.

For an inanimate object, she teaches me a lot.  She's big and slow, she needs a lot of room to make any moves, but she's reliable and sturdy, and cute in a quirky way.  Driving around among regular cars can be stressful in a bigger rig.  I can't accelerate very quickly, I can't merge unless there's a large space available, and I'm generally slow, even getting passed by semi trucks going uphill.  Usually when I drive I'm hyperaware of other drivers, trying to be conscientious of where they're going and what they're doing, but in the Brave I can't really do much about being slow, or needing a lot of room.  In a way, I have to be a selfish driver, even obnoxious, because there's simply no other way to drive a vehicle that goes 55mph on highways and needs 50 feet of merging space.  So instead of worrying what everyone was thinking about us, I decided to accept that we were slow and bulky, and to realize that other drivers also needed to realize that, and act accordingly.  We don't expect semi trucks to drive like a Prius because we know they simply cannot.  The same goes with the Brave.  Prius she is not, and she has the gas mileage to prove it.
But I realized that a lot of times I go through life thinking I'm a Prius (or trying to act like it) when I'm a Brave. Trying to do or be things that I can't because I'm not built that way.  Worrying what other people think about things that I just am.  In a lot of ways blogging ties into that.  You want to appeal to lots of people so you can gain followers, so you can in turn show potential sponsors that they'll get lots of exposure.  And even without advertising as a consideration, bloggers typically don't want to alienate lots of people or say something that will draw out trolls or offend readers.  While I think that not being offensive and avoiding trolls is a good thing, as well as advertisers (if you're full time blogging, you've gotta eat!), there's also something to be said about throwing off all that expectation and saying, "I'm a Brave!  I'm big and slow and maybe I'll annoy you zippy little cars who are going 70mph when I can only go 50, but I'm me and I can only be the best Brave, not a terrible imitation of a Mini Cooper."  Okay maybe I lost you on the Brave/tiny car analogy.  If you're still tracking with me, sweet.

All that being said (and hopefully understood), I want to be more Brave.  Which is appropriate, because I feel like it takes courage to be yourself in a world that is desperately trying to make us all mid-size sedans.  You have to be brave to be a Brave... or whatever you are.  Maybe you're a VW Bug!  Maybe you're a Semi.  Maybe you're a Chevelle.  Either way, it takes courage to realize who you are and what you need in order to live your life the best way you can.  A Chevelle trying to be a Ford Taurus is the same as a Brave trying to be a Mini Cooper.  It's exhausting.  And it's not healthy.


I don't want to lose followers, but I'm at a point where I don't care.  If I lose so many followers that I can no longer blog full time, so be it!  Or maybe I'll end up starting a brick and mortar business and no longer have time to blog full time.  Or maybe I'll start blogging about novelty coasters from bars around the world and everyone will think I've gone totally Amanda Bynes on the blogosphere.  Okay I don't think that last one will happen.  Maybe the first two won't either, but either way I want more out of this blog than what it is now.  If you're a zippy little car who is annoyed by Brave me, feel free to pass me at 70 and move along.  I won't mind!  If you're freaking out wondering how the blog will change, I don't even know if it will.  I just want to approach my content from a place of honesty.  And it's not that I want to share every graphic detail about my life, and it's not that I have been dishonest in the past.  But there are times I've thought about writing something that I felt could possibly alienate readers or bring trolls out of the woodwork, and I refrained.  So who knows.  Things around here could change (likely in the direction of more life thoughts/faith thoughts/emotion thoughts.. thoughts in general.  Don't worry, I have little interest in novelty coasters), but they might not.  Or they may, but only in how I feel about what I do here.

If you are offended (or have been in the past), please know it is never my intention to be offensive or rude and I do try my best to be as clear as possible when I write because I know we take so much of our communication from body language and other non-verbal cues, which are totally lost here online.  If you disagree with me, that's totally fine and good.  No one is required to agree with everyone else, in fact that would be scary and bizarre, and rather unhealthy.  If you give zero shits about something I post, you're free to click on by without reading.  I do this with blogs I absolutely love.  Sometimes I skip posts because I know that content is of no interest to me, but I keep following knowing I do love most of their content.  You are not required to LOVE everything I post here.  And if the majority of stuff annoys/bores/enrages you, you are free to move along, no hard feelings.

I love that there are so many blogs out there with wonderful stuff to share with the universe, and I want my blog to be interesting to readers, but more than that, I want to share things that I feel are not only fun and inspiring, but also things that are important to me.  I know that I will never run a blog that will give you the scoop on what next fall's trends are.  I will never run a blog that can tell you how to make 20 crafts out of popsicle sticks.  Not because I don't like those things, but because it's not who I am.  This is not a Corvette blog, it's not a Jeep blog, it's not a Bentley blog.  This is a Brave blog, and it's about my Brave life.  Big, cumbersome, and slow, but also reliable, hardy, and a little quirky too.

the californians

It's supposed to be 100 in Sacramento this weekend, but it was still a bit chilly when we camped there.  Well, it wasn't really "chilly," but perhaps slightly too chilly for swimming, but we were in California so we went swimming.  It gave me an excuse to finally wear my new Ofabz bikini!  We only soaked for a few minutes, but it felt good to get in the water.  After drying off we walked to a nearby gas station to procure some beer, as we had sorely neglected relaxing beverages on our Safeway trip earlier in the day.  I love Sacramento evenings, they are always the perfect temperature, and as we walked back from the gas station, six pack in hand, the crickets had already started their nightly song.  We cracked one open to share and walked around the park.  It was Sunday night and full of campers still having fun on their Memorial Day Weekend.  We ended up finding a campfire that someone had left smoldering after making s'mores and enjoyed the last of its warmth as we finished our beer and reminisced about our big family RV trip in '07.   



The next day we decided to drive up Hwy 99 instead of I-5, as I had just driven down 5 and it's a bit boring.  The entire drive was through tree groves and orchards, and we speculated what the trees might bear, but never saw a single sign to let us in on what all was being grown!  We decided that stopping for some locally grown fruit and nuts was a must, so we pulled over at one of the many fruit stands and got a few tasty items.  I haven't eaten my peach yet, but I watched my mom eat hers and it was the juiciest fruit I've ever seen!  She had a giant peach juice puddle on the table by the end.  
I think we'll probably be back in Tacoma by tomorrow night, which will make it a weeklong trip total.  Much shorter than my 3 month trip back in 2010, but still wonderful.  I'm excited for more short trips this summer.  Dan and I really want to go camping, hiking, and climbing!  He's never taken a trip with me in the Brave, so it'll be fun to finally spend the night in it together!