Cotton Candy Clouds
It's impossible to get sick of this view, and I was happy to catch it before nightfall yesterday. It's been especially beautiful after the rain.
A Crisp Evening
I'm trying to savor every tiny bit of anything that looks or feels like Autumn because let's face it, I live in Los Angeles - the land of no seasons. It's time for cuddling under blankets, making hot cocoa, and watching the leaves blow in the wind. Too bad I'm home alone on a Friday night with a dog and a kitten for company. I won't deny that it's actually pretty great, but I could do with a human around too.
Autumn is upon us
Dog-sitting became a problem for me, as it's impossible not to fall in love with this view and this dog. I enjoy starting and ending my days with walks (especially in this foggy, chilly weather). The air is so clear after the rain, and this pup is the biggest sweetheart. Coming home from work and taking a nap on the couch with a kitten sleeping snuggled against my stomach, and a dog curled around my legs is pure contentment (the nap is justified, as I'm getting over a nasty cold). My heart is bursting with the need to adopt a dog! How could I not be happy spending time with my little lion and this sweet pup?
New name
So it's taken me over a year now, but I've finally come up with a blog name...something a smidge less generic than "my life in pictures". With a new blog title, comes a new header - which I didn't adjust my blog template for until just today, but I assume I will be forgiven as my readers are primarily in Russia and Norway (this week at least) and probably don't care about the content. That, and no one I actually know comes to this space, so I'm sort of just rambling to no one. Or myself?
But can it matter? As they say...
But can it matter? As they say...
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
Every hurricane was named for a girl like this
Generally, people only get to see a facet or two of my personality. While I can get along with just about anyone, I can't truly let myself be all of me around everything.
I spend so much of my time apologizing for not fitting in the boxes people have made for me. I'm can't neatly fit in the drawer you've labeled for me. The only person who needs to approve of my decisions and my behavior is myself but I find myself feeling guilty for not being what people expect or want. My momma has wondered aloud why I need and seek her approval, because if I were a grown adult, nobody's opinion would matter but my own - and I'm finally starting to get there.
That was a long, dramatic way to say that I've started listening to a whole lot of country music lately and I don't want to be ashamed of it any more (okay, it applies to a WHOLE lot more, but I find this amusing). It's been my little secret (well except to people on my commute to/from work - I blast it with my windows down; that, combined with the fact that I'm a white girl driving a Prius with logos all over it makes all the people of Mid City stare at me as I drive by).
One artist that I can't stop listening to is Hunter Hayes - I adore and identify with nearly every song on his album. I'm very lyrically-driven when it comes to music, which is why I find it to be such a personal and important component in my life. He has written for Rascal Flatts, so even though he's quite the youngin', he's pretty talented. He makes me kind of laugh with the truth in his songs "I'm a good slow dancer but you'd never know 'cause everybody's got somebody but me", and I definitely belt them out quite often...I'm often struck by words I identify with "I just want to drink from the words you say and be everything you need. I could so good at loving you but only if you told me to". "Somebody's Heartbreak" was the song that got me to stop and really listen, and then get hooked on because I was like YEP, THAT'S ME.
I spend so much of my time apologizing for not fitting in the boxes people have made for me. I'm can't neatly fit in the drawer you've labeled for me. The only person who needs to approve of my decisions and my behavior is myself but I find myself feeling guilty for not being what people expect or want. My momma has wondered aloud why I need and seek her approval, because if I were a grown adult, nobody's opinion would matter but my own - and I'm finally starting to get there.
That was a long, dramatic way to say that I've started listening to a whole lot of country music lately and I don't want to be ashamed of it any more (okay, it applies to a WHOLE lot more, but I find this amusing). It's been my little secret (well except to people on my commute to/from work - I blast it with my windows down; that, combined with the fact that I'm a white girl driving a Prius with logos all over it makes all the people of Mid City stare at me as I drive by).
"If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak
If you're gonna be somebody's mistake
If you're gonna be somebody's first time, somebody's last time,
baby be mine
If you're lookin' to be somebody's 'just friends,'
A little laughin', little lovin', never callin' again,
that's just fine
If you're gonna be somebody's heartbreak...
Be mine
Oh, be mine"
"...oh I'll take my chances"
Home Tiny Home
My home ix extremely tiny - this little studio is only 525 square feet, and I couldn't find it more charming. After living with roommates and boyfriends, it's lovely to have my own place. Everything can always be found where I lef it. I don't find out that I don't have enough milk in the middle of whipping up a recipe. I never have to fight for the t.v. No one is annoyed by my singing or gives me a weird look when I dance in my underwear. I won't lie, I can get mighty lonely sometimes - but now I have Fitzgerald to cure a tiny bit of that. Here are some bits and pieces of my home lately:
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| toasting pine nuts for pesto |
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| a banner that reminds me of what's important |
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| the Swedish alphabet near my front door |
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| above my bed |
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| fireplace + brick wall |
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| my new favorite thing: record player |
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| dining area |
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| sugar + flour + herbs |
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| kitchen window |