Crossing the Oregon-California border I could feel the familiarity of my childhood, adolescence, and early adulthood – 25 years of life – slip away. The ping of sadness vanished quickly and the excitement and reality of moving to San Francisco washed over me. All I could think about were the new opportunities I’d have at my fingertips.
Working remotely, I’ve found myself hunkering down in coffee shops during the day, and exploring as much of the city as I can during the evenings and weekends. And for the first time in a long while, I’m making a conscious effort to explore and really get to know who I am and what I want. I’m focused on doing things that have long been on my list to tackle, and actually doing them. Writing more, bringing my camera with me wherever I go, studying CSS, and making the time to unplug and read are just a few things enabling me to be truly content and satisfied in this time of transition.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned since moving to San Francisco, it’s this: inspiration doesn’t grow on trees. I can’t sit idly by and expect it to come to me. I have to seek it out, move fearlessly down avenues uncharted. Recently, someone very dear to me said, “you have to mine for life’s gemstones.” He was spot on.
A few weeks ago I found myself in the Oregon Badlands Wilderness. High desert country. My hiking legs tend to gravitate towards bodies of water, but I was eager to break out of winter hibernation and trudging through feet of snow in the Cascades wasn’t an option. We drove east optimistically, excited to explore new territory on a sun-kissed weekend.
Shortly into the hike we came to understand why the area received its designated name. Sagebrush and juniper trees for miles, eery stillness except for the occasional airplane passing overhead, dry sand as far as the eye could see. Land not fit for lush growth.
Climbing a giant rock outcrop near our campsite we could see the sun cast its final glow on the Three Sisters. The evening was spent writing and reading via the beam of our headlights. I fell asleep reading Mary Oliver’s Winter Hours, falling in love with her words all over again.
It was a weekend of quiet hiking, story telling and pushing our limits. And left us hobbling out of Bend’s Deschutes Brewery dust covered and sore to the bone. Mission accomplished.
A couple of Sunday’s ago, my dear friend, Joey, and I decided we’d try the impossible: make Deb Perleman’s fig, olive oil and sea salt challah bread. How were we going to get the dough right? How in the world were we going to be able to do THAT braid? Two people who had never made bread before said screw it, and rose to the challenge. What resulted from our feat in the kitchen was the best challah I’ve ever had.
Deb, my friend! You never let me down.
Below are a couple of photos I snapped with my phone during the process. I highly encourage ya’ll to make this. It was surprisingly easy and so much fun. Your house will smell of fig-orange goodness and you’ll experience pure bliss the first time you dig into this fresh from the oven loaf. Go do it!
Eberjey has the most lovely undergarments and pajamas. I bought these early last year, and I’m hooked! Their underwear (does anyone else hate the word “panties”?) and bras are incredibly soft and the lace is beautiful. They’re feminine and so comfortable and instantly make you feel pretty. I recently got a pair of the Gisele pjs and they’re perfect for lazy weekend lounging and cold nights.
If your yearning for summer check out their swimsuits….the season’s right around the corner, right? ;-)
Mom and Dad Ward joined me for a weekend in Los Angeles a few months back.
It was one of those gloriously flawless weekends that remind you how awesome life is and why you should appreciate everything around you.
We spent Saturday afternoon at the Getty, looking at fine impressionist paintings, strolling through gardens, and enjoying the (clear!) views of LA.
Dad found particular interest in the imported stone materials used to build the museum itself…Geology majors never quit!
It was a beautiful day to spend outside, catching up and sharing stories.
Our evening was spent dining at the Manhattan Beach Post, a post office turned social house, with long wooden tables and a modern earthy vibe. Dinner started out with bacon cheddar buttermilk biscuits with maple butter, and was followed by several small, family-style dishes that were unique and delicious. MB Post cocktails do not disappoint either, mine consisted of Chopin, grapefruit, basil, raspberry, and pink peppercorns. Definitely check this place out if you’re in the LA area!
Los Feliz welcomed us for breakfast on Sunday, followed by a short visit to the Griffith Observatory. Though 48 hours isn’t enough time to really experience LA, I was happy to show the rents a few of the places I’ve come to love the most, and I can’t wait for the next visitors that come my way!
“Husbands and wives should have separate interests, cultivate different sets of friends and not impose on the other. You can’t spend a lifetime breathing down each other’s necks. We are very, very different people and yet somehow we fed off those varied differences and instead of separating us, it has made the whole bond a lot stronger.” - Paul Newman
This is one of my favorite quotes from a gem of man (and my all-time favorite actor). He and Ms. Woodward certainly seemed to have something special.
There’s nothing better than bringing people together through food. And while I enjoy throwing dinner parties and sharing my favorite recipes with my favorite people, sometimes it’s pretty damn awesome to be on the receiving end of a wonderful home-cooked meal in an intimate setting.
Last year, Josh and I decided we’d like to spend more time exploring new cooking techniques and recipes…and came up with a (brilliant?) plan. Each week we’d cook one meal for each other. The catch? We had to explore foreign land and create something we had never attempted before.
We’ve carried this plan into the new year, and I must say it’s pretty rad. Each week I get to improve my skills in the kitchen and look forward to having someone cook a delicious meal for me. What’s not to love?
Do this with your boyfriend, girlfriend, husband, wife, friends, roommates, family…Let’s get cooking!
Let’s talk about boots, baby! Boots are one of my favorite wardrobe elements. I love their versatility, and the way the perfect pair can tie outfits together to create a unique style. Here are some of this season’s loveliest pairs:
1. Classic leather ankle boots made in the USA by the Vintage Shoe Company.
2. These Italian-made leather and suede booties are of the latest additions to the Madewell boot collection.
3. The Zipcode Boot. Meg and I each have a pair of these ankle boots, and couldn’t be more pleased with them. Wear them with tights and skirts, dresses, or skinny jeans…or for a more laid-back look, a slouchy pair of denim. In addition to black and brown leather, these boots also come in four shades of soft suede.
5. The Greyci Bootie by shoe style-icon Aaron Osborn. Osborn shoes are hand-made and use textiles and patterns from South America. Check out the Greyci, as well as many other colorful booties, oxfords, and flats here.
I’ve been admiring TOPO Designs for more than a year. Their bags are made of Cordura and lined with coated pack cloth to protect gear against adverse weather conditions (bonus: they are handmade in Colorado!). I recently received their classic Klettersack as a gift, and couldn’t be happier with it. It’s the perfect size for toting school books, office necessities or everything you need for a long day hike. Heavy duty Cordura paired with buttery leather – it’s a modern take on a classic design. I’ll be using the Klettersack for years to come.
It looks like they’re currently sold out of the Navy/Leather color combination, but check out these other awesome options (and these sweet tees)!