Sunday, June 16, 2013

Dear readers, I've practically abandoned this space. You can find me at my new self-titled blog. I promise you won't be disappointed. I've been there since January, so you've got a lot to catch up on. And if you're interested in my new website & online portfolio, click here. See you soon.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

It took some financial bravado, but I retired my Bianchi and bought a gorgeous new European-style, eight-speed commuter Mixte bike from Public. The pangs of envy I would get when I'd see them around town were just too much to bear. Besides, summer is here and the thought of being on my bike for the next five months is blissful. Public has a Mother's Day special going on, where you get a free rear rack and basket. I've already been on an inaugural picnic in Golden Gate Park!

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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

One of my favorite HGTV babes, Genevieve Gorder, just tweeted this pic of a new billboard in her neighborhood. It's a freakishly accurate map of my internal landscape at any given moment in my life, past or present. I'd like to be able to say that I'm a tortured soul, but you know what? That label is much too hip for me. And Lord knows I ain't never been one of the cool kids.

Image: Genevieve Gorder

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

My broke ass literally just pulled the trigger on this pricey antique wall tapestry from Azerbaijan. I think the hot pink is going to pair beautifully with my navy ikat sofa. Aesthetics aside, who the frick do I think I am? I have no business sprucing up my surroundings at this penniless juncture in my life. But, I must march forward; own my careless actions. So let's just consider this little objet d'art my reward. For what, you ask? Surviving. Existing. Breathing. Hooray, I'm actually succeeding at these basic human requirements! And in my estimation, that not only deserves a rousing "hallelujah," but also a pricey antique wall tapestry from Azerbaijan.

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Thursday, March 15, 2012

I met some nice friends on my recent vacation. Whether or not they stick around for the long haul remains to be seen. I thought I met some great peops last year in Hawaii, but I only really keep in touch with one person from that trip, and very infrequently. I'm getting to the point in my life where I'd rather do without mere acquaintanceships, investing instead in the people who are really, truly, potentially meaningful. Although I know the argument could be made that all relationships, no matter how slight, serve a purpose. One thing I know for sure: it's ironic that my list of friends grows now that I'm off Facebook.

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Thursday, February 23, 2012

I want to be living in this caftan when I get to Mexico in a few days. How gorgeous! 

I can't believe it's been a month since I last posted on this blog. Busy, I guess. It's strange to be living the life you wanted since the age of fifteen. I'm a writer. In San Francisco. People send me fan mail. I have lovely furniture. Vintage clothes. I'm going to Mexico for a yoga retreat. I mean, really? 

Except that I want more. I'm sorry if that strikes you as selfish. But I don't think my teenage dream included pauper-like finances, a sluggish rate of success in my industry, a relationship with a long-past used-by date, and a biological clock ticking away. Did I expect that at the age of 36, I'd still be searching for...everything? Yes, of course. I'm a late bloomer. Have always been, but hopefully won't always be.

Small things give me hope. Like when I went to open the window this morning and found a fortune-cookie message on the floor. It said, "Keep your eyes open for a special opportunity on Thursday." Well, today is Thursday. I'll let you know what transpires.

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Saturday, January 28, 2012

Someone flashed me a shy, sexy grin the other day and now all I can think about is La Perla. Go figure.

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