one month til barcelona!
yeeeeeoooooowwww!
February 23, 2010
February 21, 2010
i miss my front porch
santa barbara days, and salty nights. falling asleep to the rythmic patterns of waves, and lazy sunny afternoons. the warmth and kiss of sun on my skin. i miss it dearly
February 20, 2010
February 18, 2010
barcelona
i am utterly ecstatic. barcelona has been booked for next month. two and a half weeks of trekkin through beautiful streets, eating glorious foods, wining, dining, dancing, sunning on nude beaches, enjoying time with my best friend amidst her studies at the university, espresso, quaint apartments, and day trips to southern towns.
February 15, 2010
miss reese
Miss Reese... a fine young piece. As Editor-in-Chief of CHAOS MAG, and founder of funky knit line; Chaos Knits, not to mention fashion stylist, sunny california native, and flower child at heart, its fair to say that I look at her life and envy her unstoppable success!
Her new little project... joining the other foxes in the blogosphere world... check it: thee fashion brigade blog , and get to know the inspiration behind the genius.
February 2, 2010
February 1, 2010
i feel as though i am losing myself within the cyclical happenings of every day life. i.e...the absolute necessity to make money to make it in this world, to keep your head above groung. "me" being the lady who enjoys a life of dalliance, really stopping to smell the roses, listen to the melodies, smiling at passer bys and watching them walk into the horizon
now, my days are consumed with TRYING to catch enough hours of rest to commute an hour to and from the city, sitting in traffic, or crowded bart trains, and not finding a moment for a deep breath. its burning me out, to the core.
i keep telling myself its only temporary, it will only last so long until my talents can earn me enough money to live on. but for now i find energy hard to gather after a long day on my feet, or working with the children. to maintain a balance? but how? and when? and where? because certainly, living at home with my virgo father is putting a damper on my creative juices. i HAVE to get out of here.
i feel trapped, with little move to room. its hard to breathe. its hard to smile.
saving every last penny, set me free.
now, my days are consumed with TRYING to catch enough hours of rest to commute an hour to and from the city, sitting in traffic, or crowded bart trains, and not finding a moment for a deep breath. its burning me out, to the core.
i keep telling myself its only temporary, it will only last so long until my talents can earn me enough money to live on. but for now i find energy hard to gather after a long day on my feet, or working with the children. to maintain a balance? but how? and when? and where? because certainly, living at home with my virgo father is putting a damper on my creative juices. i HAVE to get out of here.
i feel trapped, with little move to room. its hard to breathe. its hard to smile.
saving every last penny, set me free.
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