[Pilcro & The Letterpress cords (Anthropologie) + vintage Key West t-shirt + vintage squash blossom + Jeffrey Campbell fringed booties. Photos courtesy Lizzie Oglesby!] Noted while riding bike this morning down Monument Avenue: old man on sidewalk with hands in pockets, standing stock still, surveying successful set up of sprinkler unit jackhammering away in his front yard. And I thought,… View Post
[Reading on the porch in a pair of massive bell bottom cords with coffee from Strawberry Street.] So far, I’d say the hardest thing is the time difference. What a trip! Since I am so accustomed to waking up alone, shuffling into the living room and peering around the doorway angrily at you and demanding you tell me how long… View Post
[Matt & Chris executing brilliance at the Modlin Center at U of R. Last time I was in this room was for a sexual harassment seminar freshman year. This was infinitely more important.] Sometimes I love music so much I want to poke a hole in it, put my mouth up to it and suck it in like a tick…. View Post
[La Jolla trees on a misty morning.] I was taking the trash out—one of the first times I’ve done so since we moved here, as Rob tends to adopt certain tasks while I others—and I saw a sweet little calico kitty rolling around in a spot of sun on the sidewalk. I was just upstairs with a bit of a… View Post
[“And that’s why… the American Indian is responsible for the turquoise jewelry movement.”] Legitimately, my first exposure to the squash blossom necklace. Don’t doubt the photographic memory of an impressionable middle schooler! Oddly enough, I remember scenes of this movie as vividly as I do my dad saying to my mom, “Cami, she’s not going to think this is… I… View Post