my new ritual.

I’ve started a new tradition that I learned from my mom.

My momma visited last fall and I had to work some of the time she was here. When I would come home, I would find her in the backyard, reading, with a coffee mug of berries. She was so content. The kind of content/happy you are when you’re on vacation.

So now, when I come home, stressed, I take some steps. Before I get into freelance work, before I get into my own work, before I eat that bread and cheese, before I plop into bed to start the nap I’ve been daydreaming about, before I get overwhelmed by life… I do something for myself.

I do this..

Step 1: Fill a coffee mug with wine. [but do remember that a mug is significantly larger than a wine glass… this will explain a lot later.]

It must be a coffee mug so as to guard your own worries that the Buddhists will judge you. [which, p.s., they won’t… but still.]

Step 2: Grab your book.

Step 3: Sit in the garden. [maybe find some shade.]

Step 4: Read. Read not by the chapter, but by the wine. Relax. Read until the wine runs out. If you love what you’re reading, drink slow. If you’d rather be working, gulp, gulp.Image

[stop judging me… yes, i’m still reading Kavalier and Clay… slow reader, lots has been going on.]

Step 5: When done drinking, stop reading. Then go to the berries.

Step 6: Pick berries and deposit in now empty mug.

[sidenote: if the sprinkler comes on during this step and you decide to turn it into a berry-stealing, giggling/silent-screaming game, that’s all good and fine, but remember that you’ve left your book in the straw, right in the sprinkler’s line of fire.]

Step 7: Enjoy berries.Image

Step 8: Get to work.Image

it takes me away.

i am thoroughly obsessed with this: Wes Anderson’s color palette.

Image[made by beth matthews.]

as soon as it came out, i’ve been drawn to the color palette of Life Aquatic. that silver-ish light blue, the aqua, the gold. even as recently as trying to figure out what color of paint to try something like this with my dresser, i thought, “i want something Life Aquatic-esque.”

but then i saw this and really loved Moonrise Kingdom’s colors… maybe even more… okay, i love Rushmore’s too.

oh, Wes Anderson, will i ever not be in love with you? i hope not.

[p.s. i am upset they didn’t include Bottle Rocket.]

[p.p.s. Lisa pointed out this very Wes Anderson-esque hotel to me in Italy.]

other things i’m currently obsessed with? oh, i’m so glad you asked…

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[cat power always makes me think of ash.]

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[this song is on repeat.]

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[the new shwood look-book video is radtown… i love it. especially because i love my shwoods.]

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[i’m real excited about this movie.]

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[oh, also, for work, i wrote a blahg post about my lone bike ride on my vacay:
          A Taste of Cycling in Italy.]

if i could see all my friends tonight…

back stateside, soaking it all in… loving it.

on my overnight flight to detroit that started my whole adventure, i sat next to the most amazing four-year-old girl. after trying to barter my window seat, we found smiling ground and then, with her thumb in her mouth, she tapped me on the leg and said…

– I like you.

made my heart smile. this amazingness reminded me of her:

love.

tonight is this:

cannot wait.

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dream.

i hope you have a lovely lovely day.

also, secret: i can’t stop slow-jam dancing to this on repeat:

looming in my life.

This trip is somehow coming to a close… something I cannot fathom.

There were a hundred and one moments that felt premeditated. Felt like they’ve been looming in my life, waiting to come into play in my life, waiting to shine.

These moments.

Sometimes the simplest moments. Sometimes the funniest. Sometimes the most love. Sometimes it’s sitting in a cave that has been a wine bar for centuries, talking with your best friend in the world about love. Telling her about how your parents met, about their love. How my dad had to leave after a couple drinks to go work on his art show and my mom chased him out of the bar and stopped him. Stopped him just to tell him that she was proud of him. How my dad recounts it as the first time anyone told him they were proud of him. How he knew he loved her right then.

Breaking down crying in a cave because of love with my best friend in the world… the moment was so proud… it was his time to shine.

One of many supposed-to-be moments from this trip that I never, ever want to forget. Love that traveled all the way from a bar parking lot in Austin to a cave in London 34 years later.