Boom Boom Bang…

We’ve been thinking a lot about moving lately. It’s on our minds, in our hearts, and flowing though our veins. But where is home? Is it here, in Orange County? Or beyond? Northern California? Seattle? The moon? My pug in a space suit? Done.

Home is the five of us. Well six if you count the pug in the space suit. But we crave living in a place that matches our style of life, our rhythm, you know? We zing zing zam, in a place that boom boom bangs, and honestly, it just does’t feel quite right.

Pat, Silas, and I went to Seattle last week to see if that could be our jam.

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We’ve been here before. Not just in Seattle, but in this place of figuring out if a move up there is right for us. We do this, almost constantly, we have long conversations at night about the rain and the Northwest, and about how idyllic it would all be.

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During our trip we found that yes, it zings and zams. And we could thrive there, in the clouds, and the water from all angles, with all the cups of coffee, and record stores, and the emerald trees.

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With the fair trade chocolate, and artisanal cheese shops, the homemade jewelry and the restaurants that devote their menu entirely to whiskey parings, yes, we’d do just fine here.

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And then there’s the houses. Oh, the houses! They are rows and rows of beautiful ladies, blushing behind tall wavy trees that litter small fragrant flowers all over the sidewalks.

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Yes, we’d do just fine here.

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We’d eat salmon all day and drink coffee into the evening and hike green trails, and visit the place where the earth touches the ocean, and then dig our toes deep into the cold sand and close our eyes, we would take a salty breath and we would do just fine.

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But we’ve done this before, we’ve been in this place of our hearts wanting to move, but our feet are not wiling. It’s hard to peel away from an area that houses our childhood, and our childrens’ childhood. So we might not. We might just stay here. Because it’s comfortable, and it’s hard to leave. But we can dream. Maybe now is not our time to uproot our home, so maybe instead we’re just inching one step closer to jumping into a new adventure, one that gives us the newness we crave, and the cool air against our cheeks.

 

“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people

and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing?

- it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye.

But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.” -Jack Kerouac

 

That Time We Went to Palm Springs

We went to Palm Springs almost 2 months ago to celebrate our 8th anniversary.

We thought it would be fun to bring our baby with us.

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Fun might not be the right word.

Even though Silas is a super chill baby, he’s still a baby, and bringing babies on your romantic get aways makes things way less romantic and way more covered in baby goo.

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But we still had a good time…

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Even though Silas ruined our fancy dinner at Mister Parker’s and we had to get our wine and dessert to-go.

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And because we never miss an opportunity to drink beer, we stopped on our way home at Hangar 24 to sample some brews.

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But next time, we leave the baby with our parents.

What I Wore Wednesday: The Blonde Edition

Berlyn has a very special Mothers’ Day tea at her school today, so I have to look snappy.

I am wearing my most favorite tea-time dress by Marc by Marc Jacobs

And lavender espadrilles from Anthropologie. And I’m also wearing my new blonde hair.

(Blurry photos taken by my 3-year-old)

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It just occurred to me, as I was sitting in the salon getting every piece of my God-given hair folded up in a foil packet yesterday…

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That I do this. I cut my hair short and bleach it blonde after I have my babies.

Here I am, 8 months after having Berlyn.

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And in this photo, Hudson was only 5 months old. Also, hello Grandma.

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So, it was time to break out the peroxide.

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Because this look is so not cute anymore.

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Nor is this.

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So you can understand that it had to be done.

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And with that, my low maintenance hair routine just got way more elaborate.

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What I Wore Wednesday

This is what I wore yesterday in the beginning of my day.

The flamingo pose was me deciding what shoe looked better. And the lesson I learned here is that when any shoe is pitted against my leopard loafers, leopard loafers always win. Always.

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Loosely knitted sweater: Ever

Coral jeans: Madewell

Leopard pony hair loafers: I got them at Loehmann’s, they’re some off-brand like “Ellen Cole” or Tracy Ellen” or something like that. Now do they actually use pony hair to make them? As in skin ponies? If so, I’m not down. But since I’ve already purchased them, it would be silly to not wear them.

And this is what I looked like at the end of my day, when I went to a neighborhood margarita party.

Olé.

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Silky floral button down: Ever

And if you saw me in anytime between morning and night, I probably looked like this:

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Because wearing pants with a zipper all day is exhausting.