Maybe it’s the chill (high of 56° F here today!) of impending Autumn, or the fact that my houses have been getting less and less color saturated with every move, but I’m feeling the urge to cozy the living room right up with a richly toned wall. I’m leaning toward Cat’s Eye or Irish Moss from Benjamin Moore, both are deep hues with a touch of that Paris Green verdigris tone – like a super saturated version of Farrow and Ball’s Arsenic.
I’m giving it a week with the swatches taped up to see how I feel about it.
I’m so behind on sharing some of our tiny trips this summer. Instagram makes me super lazy. We had a really great time this trip and feel like we got to know the city much better, even with just 24 hours to explore. We’re ready to move to the Plateau, especially into the houses around Square Saint-Louis. Anyone who’d like to offer me a job where I could learn French as I go: call me.
This Montreal Places board on Pinterest that Annie and I have been adding to is getting pretty extensive, so we clearly have to drive up when the leaves start turning, right? There’s something to be said for the fact that being in a city makes me feel like a happy normal human being. I should probably explore that.
We spent Saturday with my brother & the boys on Lake Sunapee, packed a picnic to eat on the boat and picked out dream lake houses. The sun peeked out once in awhile, we stopped and swam a bit. Last time out for the summer? Maybe we’ll get one more day in before Fall.
I not-so-secretly totally want a little electric launch, to sit on wicker chairs and eat tea sandwiches and cruise like little old ladies down the Nile.
Am wearing: J. Crew 3″ Chino Shorts (on sale) // Eddie Bauer chambray (similar Madewell work shirt shown) // Maine baseball cap from Daytrip Society // Sandals (this is the first year I’ve started wearing thong sandals because things between my toes freak me out) // Cheap sunglasses (because I don’t care if they fall into the water)
Both Sean and I travel a fair amount for work – I spent last week in NYC and he’s just returned from DC – which means tiny commuter planes and carry on luggage only. His Filson was an anniversary present 2 years ago, my Dooney & Bourke weekender was an impulse purchase at the (amazing) Cabazon outlets in Palm Springs when I needed an extra bag for all my thrifted prizes. I use it constantly and LOVE it. It’s great size, easy to carry, sturdy canvas twill, made in the USA, and the inside is bright red with lots of pockets.
Other business travel essentials for me include a baseball cap to cover unruly travel ponytails, a lightweight scarf to hide in, more lip balm than you can shake a stick at, and driving mocs for extra comfort & security lane speediness. His input? Fun socks, a good travel shave kit so he doesn’t have to unpack his dopp kit when he gets home, a great magazine, and sunglasses to hide behind.
Hi friends. I’m on vacation until the day after Labor Day, so I might just catch up on some blogging, dust out the corners over here. No lie, it’s been really hard & I haven’t wanted to share much, or even when I want to share cute things or little trips it feels disingenuous to do so without acknowledging everything else under the surface. I’m not really sure what my future on the internet looks like, what I do know is that every pregnancy announcement (and oh, there are so, so many) is like a knife to the heart. I feel more and more isolated as each day passes, more and more thinking I need to take the time to actually process what it will truly mean to go through life never becoming a mother. I’m not there yet, because thinking down that road is not pretty – it’s a lash-out, crazy crazy place. So I avoid it.
An internet friend emailed the other day and asked if I was SO busy that I couldn’t start a yoga practice, as it’s beneficial for infertility. It was a long email and there was a lot to think about, but in the end, the answer is no. No, I’m not busy. I’m depressed, I’m isolated, I spend my free time trying to escape my reality with books and little tasks and work. But I’m not busy. I’m just terrified of the open, thinking times that yoga brings.
I was in my favorite little tea room and overheard (read: snooped on) a conversation between two people where one was feeling pretty overwhelmed and lost, and the response from the other is something I want to think about during my week away from work:
What do you have that’s really valuable right now?