Some Distractions: Kim Kardashian, Rosé Cocktails, Etc.

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Perhaps inspired by the bajillion bloggers who have come before me, I’ve decided to start putting together little lists of things that are really tickling my fancy at any given moment. Partly for my future reference, but also because I think you all may get something out of it too. So much greatness being shared and created on the Internet these days; also loads of silliness and cool shit to buy. So, in no reliable time frame and only when I feel like it, I will plop what I find here for your general consumption.

A few distractions…

It may be summer, but I am still coveting this ultra-chunky wool blanket for the foot of my bed.

The whip-smart Caity Weaver offers an insightful and funny profile (with ultra-sexy photos to boot) on Reality Queen, Kim Kardashian West.

Some of the great ways women are engaging with one another and owning their feminism online and in the media, via Cup of Jo. (I immediately went and purchased this book.)

My Star Wars-obsessed, tiki drink-loving husband desperately needs all of these.

This minimalist design renovation has re-ignited my dream of owning a rustic white farmhouse.

Could not stop thinking about this recipe all last week, then finally, on Friday night, in a cravings-induced stupor, I sent Jonathan to the store for ingredients, which means I ate my weight in chips and dip this weekend.

Does the company you work for make the list of 40 best businesses for attracting employees?

My lip color game has been lacking since I found out I was pregnant (I blame my hormone-induced DGAF attitude), but I’ve been debating whether to splurge on this gorgeous lipstick in “Coachella Coral.”

I’m obviously not drinking right now, but if I were, I would be toe-up with all things rosé.

And finally, a winners and losers recap of last night’s EPIC (in both proportion and satisfaction) Game of Thrones penultimate episode.

Happy Monday, friends!

(image of a cabin at Steep Ravine via California Trippin’)

It Always Happens This Way


Every year, the end of summer brings with it a uniquely familiar laziness; a heavy sleep and slow pace brought on by too many heat-stricken days. Our senses remember this annual dance as we unconsciously adapt—physically, mentally, emotionally—to the next phase. The year begins, always, with the weary exposition of a frigid winter, encouraging us to move with anxious feet through the refreshing rhythm of bright spring mornings and bursts of color in rebirth. We’re fully awake now, which means that the journey can really begin. The livelihood of summer is paved with unstructured activity and anticipated busyness, always pulling, never ceasing. Then, as promised, the heightened energies of summer build to their inevitable climax, sending us full of tired relief into the denouement of cooler, welcomed, autumn nights.

Anatomy of a Morning

Morning Light on Bed - Valeria Heine

It’s stupid hot and humid here. Were it not for the cool whirring of the fan placed squarely in my direction from the foot of the bed, I would certainly have devolved into a goop-y, gelatinous blob during the night.

Ennis needs to be let out; he’s asking me politely, but I ignore him. Every so often I’m startled back awake with the help of a little wet-nose poke on my arm. It’s five o’clock and I want to be a good mom. But I’m not a good mom. I roll over one, two, three times more, and each time the fan hits me somewhere different on my body. It’s so nice. I forget about Ennis.

Six o’clock, I hear his whines again. Maybe I’m a better mom than I was an hour ago? Yep, turns out I am. I roll out of bed the way little kids barrel roll down a grassy hill. Somehow I find yesterday’s dress and something for my feet, then I walk outside. I don’t open my eyes once.

Back inside, Fry is crying for food, but his cries do not distract me from my mission: back to bed, back to the soothing breeze of my fan. Ennis is satisfied, for the moment, and curls up between my feet. Fry joins us, pressing his furry orange face against mine and curling up to share my pillow with me. I kiss his little nose and then remember the giant cockroach he picked up and carried around in his mouth last night. It’s the first time I’ve seen a cockroach anywhere I’ve ever lived. I am disgusted that it won’t be the last. (Humidity and heat, and we just can’t do anything about our dog bowl full of fresh water. Lovely.)

Fry grabs my arm with his paws and licks my hand. I remember how he spent the entire evening prowling, saddened and confused as to why we took his new friend/meal away from him.

I hate him for eating bugs. I love him for hunting them down and killing them.

I forgive him. He’s so cute. We cuddle.

7 o’clock. It’s time for work, but I’m haggard and drowsy. Fry has moved to his dreary-eyed daddy now; Ennis is gone. I pull my computer out from under my night stand and get started, eyes barely open. I hurriedly finish two projects, sending out emails one, two, three, ticking them off my mental check-list, and then place my head back on my pillow.

I’m suddenly mad at Jon for not having prepped coffee the night before. I’m terrible at making it, and he knows it. I roll over again, accepting that without a pot of coffee waiting, there’s no reason to get up.

I sleep. I am fanned by a cool manufactured breeze. I need much, much more time.

9 o’clock. I am forcing myself awake.

It’s Jonathan’s first day of school. I kiss him good morning. I ask if he’d like me to take a picture of him with his fancy, graduate school book bag. He says maybe later.

I tell him to make me coffee, since he knows I’m awful at it. Turns out, he did prep it the night before. I count my blessings, congratulate him on being a jerk, and begin my day.

I think it’s going to be a beautiful day.

(Image: Morning Light on Bed by photographer Valeria Heine)

Returning Home: A Golden State of Mind


In one month, Jonathan and I will load the dogs and last of our belongings into his car and begin the drive back to California. For good.

The Sun, My Old Friend

Sunny rainy city by Blanca Gomez

I am certain I can count on one hand the sunny days Seattle’s had in the last five months. What’s crazy is I had no issue with the past two Pacific Northwest winters I’ve experienced, but this one is a real doozy, friends, and my vitamin D pills aren’t cutting it anymore…