Taking the time to love our homes is important. Everyone deserves a home that's a "hell yeah!" As fall settles in, as a season of hibernation looms, I hope you're able to take the time to nourish your space and yourself. In the meantime, I'd love to share my home with you.
There is a lot of momentum for action and change now, but the road to racial equality is long. There are many insightful resources being circulated and shared as a reaction to the protests. I didn't want to get lost in these lists, or simply repost them and move on with my life. Black people are confronted and threatened by these issues daily. They do not have the option to move on with their lives, especially when their lives are in constant danger. The fact that I will never truly understand the trauma of being black is why I need to step up my actions.
For most of my life, I have been drawn to rusty, faded, chipped and tarnished vintage collections. I've been drawn to the stories of these imperfect objects, to the lives they have lived. New, uniform objects that roll off assembly lines have always paled in comparison to the character of vintage collections.
When my friend and fellow creative, Erin Kelly, asked me recently if I had read The Artist's Way, I felt a nudge from the universe. I've known about this book for years and had shelved it up high on a someday shelf. I'd never made the leap to reading the book and putting the free-form writing into motion. Until now. I could feel the conspiring of the universe. This was the time to start this path.
The Coronavirus has hurled us all into strange and uncertain times. These are my quarantine tips, the tools I'm using to remain as grounded and calm as possible. Incidentally, most of these tips are generally useful for working from home/freelancing under "normal" circumstances. What about you? What tools are helping you during social distancing?
On the day of the Tree of Life Synagogue attack, I was styling a wedding. The severity of the situation began to hit as I tied a blue swag of fabric over a chuppah. A Jewish man and a Dutch woman, and their nearest and dearest, gathered to celebrate love and the hope of a long life together. A full band smiled as they sang and played their instruments. The dance floor emitted a palpable joy. It was the most beautiful contrast to one of the city’s darkest days.
I've been in a "bit" of a cloud, a storm cloud one might even say. I've been in the midst of a BIG, daunting, intimidating and very exciting, dream project. As I try to enjoy the process more, keep one foot in the season and to simply be more present in the moment, I offer you these spring blooms in case you're feeling a little stuck on the uphill too.
Hi! It's been a while, but I'm here, reminding myself I don't write for SEO (as the spam emails feel the need to reiterate for me on the regular). I don't shoot these photos for a weekly Instagram quota. Instead, the blog largely serves as a barometer of my "me" time. Am I expressing myself? Am I sharing time with others? Am I releasing the thoughts and stories in my head? Are there thoughts and stories in my head? Or, am I suffering from a full plate and a serious case of overwhelm?