12 Hours at Hurley

I'm always looking for ways to switch up my routine during the work week. It's embarrassing to admit but sometimes all it takes is deciding to go to an 8 pm yoga class (as opposed to staying home and watching hours of Dexter) or deciding against going to a 6:15 spin class (and baking banana crunch muffins instead). Going to a poetry reading on a Wednesday at 9 (instead of watching Modern Family) or taking an impromptu trip to Tartine for breakfast (as opposed to the usual, frantic grab and go from my fridge).

Last week, I did something even more radical than deciding whether or not to go to an exercise class (I know you're all on the edge of your seats here). I left work and headed up to Sacramento for the night, to stay with my friend Sarah. She lives and works on a farm up there. Remember Soil Born?

As I drove up the highway, listening to the new Lana Del Rey album (p.s. love or hate?) I was loving the freedom of the open road. Mostly, I was relieved not to be heading home as I normally do on a Wednesday night after work. Don't get me wrong: life in San Francisco is not blah or boring, but we all fall prey to our habits and routines. What better way to switch it up than to venture out of the city and into the state.

I arrived at Hurley Farm just after sunset and was greeted by these chirping friends:



As with every new pet, we spent a lot of time playing with them and watching them play with each other. And yes they are as soft as they look.



As I gabbed on and on about my life (it had been a while since we'd seen one another), Sarah prepared a farm fresh dinner for us. I admired her confidence in the kitchen (they've just moved into this new space only recently). She seemed right at home. Dinner was delightful and then we were all off to bed because it had been a long day for all of us and it was, in feeling rather than fact, a "school night."



After a restful night's sleep, I woke up to the sound of chirping birds and cracking eggs. Sarah mentioned the yokes were a beautiful orange, verging on red. Who needs the Food Network in HD when you have Hurley Farm 80 miles NE?



I went for a quick stroll around the farm to catch the sunrise. I needed to soak it all in. Sarah let me drink my coffee out of her special "farm" mug.



Morning moons are my new favorite thing. They're on their way out just as we're waking up.



More morning friends calling us to wake up.



Early morning skies change so fast. Going in and out of the day is such a special time. We can watch the beauty of change (a good reminder that not ALL transitions are bad).



Farm fresh breakfast before hitting the road!



Sarah sent me home with tomato sauce and apple sauce that she canned last year. She also gave me the most delicious oranges and grapefruits. I wish I could savor all the fruit, but it's too good not to eat. When I peel the oranges, they spray that mist into the air. The room is suddenly filled with a citrus scent and I'm reminded of Sarah's farm and the warmth that she creates with her hospitality.

As I drove back to the city, the morning soon became day and a blue sky surrounded me in my car. Back to Lana Del Rey, back to the Bay. Back to the routine but thankfully now I have new ways to jazz it up (that don't include an exercise class). Oh, I can think of another thing I like to do to spice up my life. Sometimes I'll go watch the Sunset on Ocean Beach. Maybe next time, I'll head north and watch it on the farm. Thank you Sarah for giving me this gift!

Tell me, what do you do to switch up your routine?

p.s. Happy Valentines Day!!! <3

Mad(ison) Love in the Midwest

There's a chance I almost never met Rachel. Yes, it's true. I almost spent my college years in the Midwest, pursuing film studies at the University of Wisconsin, Madison. Although I was film buff as a kid, the thought of attending Madison came as a surprise. As a high school senior I felt it was my destiny to go to a small liberal arts school on the east coast. However, no curve ball comes as fast or as unexpectedly as the ones we throw ourselves.

During that complicated and stressful time, I got it in my head that I might want to go to a big school, a Big Ten school to be exact (Go, Badgers!). Wisconsin had a good film program and in those days, since I wanted to be a movie director (my, how times have changed), it seemed like the best option. Enter the college tour and a capitol city in mind:



After interviewing, applying and getting in, suddenly a California girl was spending her Spring Break in Wisconsin. It was a challenging decision. East coast or Midwest?

In the end, my heart yearned for Maine and I ended up at Bates College, spending four blissful years in an old mill town called Lewiston. That's where I met Rachel, who lived in the room next to mine in Hedge Hall.

A series of fortuitous events led us to living with no more than a ceiling between us for the next four years. We started off next door to each other, then across the hall, then in the same room...you get the picture. You can imagine the withdrawals after graduation day.

I often talk about friends scattered around the country. Since college, Rachel and I haven't lived in the same city for longer than a few months but we keep in touch so well it's as if we're still across the hall from one another. It's amazing how a long-distance friendship can bring two people closer!

Anyway, I hadn't really thought much about my college brush with the Midwest until this past weekend when I was back in Madison. Only this time, instead of wandering around campus with my parents, I was visiting Rachel. She lives there now while getting her PhD and has QUITE the cozy life.

Returning to this gorgeous city, my adult experience differed quite a bit from when I was a nervous young perspective student. First of all, I got to stay in Rachel's cozy apartment and spend time with her all weekend. I loved experiencing her day-to-day routine. I loved getting a glimpse into her life in a new city. She lives in an adorable neighborhood right near a lake. It's kind of my dream to live by a lake, so our daily walks down to (and on) the water, I mean ice, were just what I needed.



Oh, and did I mention she has a puppy named Calli (whose 7th month birthday we celebrated together)?



Between playing in the park...



...and slip, slidin' away on the ice, we were pretty much in winter wonderland heaven.



Surprisingly, it was quite warm for the dead of winter. Our days were spent in 40 degree weather—hot for this time of year. It was warm, but we still had our fair share of wintry moments...







If we weren't going on epic walks on or around the lake...



...over bridges to catch the scenery...



...or lounging dreamily in Rachel's apartment, we were eating and we were doing more eating. Did I mention that Madison has insanely good food?



We drank New Glarus beer.



We had a pizza pie for dinner one night at the Roman Candle Pizzeria.



Of course, a trip to Madison isn't complete without a cheese board. Featured in front is Little Boy Blue, the highlight of the cheese-fest.



While walking off all the food and more food, we passed a lot of cute houses. Standing alone...



...or in rows.



Mostly, though, we just played in the Madison sun. Calli got exercise, and so did we!





We didn't just do pull-ups and lunges on the monkey bars. We went to a Sunday night yoga class while the rest of the world watched the Super Bowl. It was the perfect place to be, to relax, to melt into the (heated) floor—which was lined with white holiday lights.

While in Madison, I had a crazy thought: we could have never met (had I gone to Madison for college or somewhere else entirely). I talked it out with Rachel and we decided on this: if I had gone to Madison for school, I probably would have fallen in love with the city, stayed after graduation, got a job, bought a dog and settled on down. The vision continues:

While playing in the dog park, I would have met another dog owner, Rachel, and learned that she was at the University, studying to get her PhD. There you have it. We decided we would have met no matter what.



After such a magical weekend and after all these years, I'm continually reminded of how happy I am that it was meant to be :)

Elizabeth Bishop

Today is Elizabeth Bishop's birthday! She's the first poet who I truly fell in love with. A master at her craft and a weaver of complex imagery, she's for poets as much as she is for artists, thinkers, romantics. You know who you are. I'll celebrate her today by sharing her perfect villanelle with you all. The poem is called "One Art." Once you read it, you'll learn (Write it!), that the art of loving Bishop isn't hard to master.

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Homebodies in Motion

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Remember when homebody meant one thing? To stay at home, to nestle up, to hideaway. When I was younger, I used to call myself a homebody. In my mind it meant simply this: I like to be in the comforts of my room, with my toys, my dolls, my games. None of this 'outdoorsy' stuff. It actually wasn't until college that I learned to love the outdoors, the earth, the dirt. Now that I'm grown up and have my 'adult' apartment, I think of this word 'homebody.' In fact, I'd still use it to define myself. It still has that same meaning: luxuriating in my own cozy space, enjoying homey tasks (like baking, organizing, folding laundry), or feeling perfectly myself in that proverbial "room of one's own."

I strongly believe that 'homebody' doesn't mean the following: loner, introvert or lazybones. You can be a homebody and still be an adventurer, a traveling artist, a free spirit. You make your home, your home doesn't make you.

Let me tell you this: when I'm on a vacation and I know I'll be staying for a few days, the first thing I do is unpack. In a hotel, I make myself at home. Clothes on hangers, moisturizer in the bathroom, slippers by the bed. Even when I'm camping, I feel this urge to make myself at home. Once the tent is pitched at the campsite, I like to blow up the sleeping pad and roll out my sleeping bag right away. I will even set my book and headlamp next to the 'bed' just to make it that much more cozy. Once the stars come out and it's time for bed, I'll roll up my spare fleece and put it under my head, cause I know I'll want that little makeshift pillow for sleeping

There is the home you create, where you live, where you cook meals, where you invite your friends over. And then there is the home you seek and find through your journey. At this point, I can't tell the difference between your home and your getaway. Isn't that how it should be?

These are my thoughts for now. I suppose today's post is in honor of those cozy spaces, at home and elsewhere. I could say home is where the heart is, but that's not what I'm going for and as I write it, I don't even know what it means. Let's try this: home is where the You is, at your most loving, cozy, pure, and creative.


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Talk about homey! I love the rustic simplicity of this kitchen. Perfect for baking bread while listening to NPR on the radio.


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A vanity inspires us to keep beautiful the things that make us beautiful.


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This room takes the cozy cake. I mean, seriously? Where do I begin? The rug, the chairs, the couch. If rooms could speak, this one would say: What are you waiting for!? Snuggle in!

Now onto images that don't reflect the domestic gods or goddesses within, but inspire us to take the coziness with us everywhere we go.


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The Pelican Inn at Muir Beach. I've never stayed there but often fantasized about staying the night by myself, embarking on a self-guided "artist's retreat." I see the morning spent at a Green Gulch dharma talk, the afternoon reading on the beach, and then an early dinner at the Snug room, the cozy hotel pub.


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Another place I've never been: Treebones in Big Sur. This place has ocean-side yurts as well as coastal campsites. Imagine waking up to this view? Also, they boast a quite unusual accommodation: a human nest. See for yourself.


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My beloved Love Shack in Ojai. Such wonderful memories from this place! I hope to go back soon. It's a magical place to call home...even if just for a few days.


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Another beloved spot: The Pitcher Inn in Vermont's Mad River Valley. Each room has its own unique theme, such as Colonial, Mallard, and School. Whatever the season, this place is the coziest and could create a homebody out of the fiercest of nomads.

Now, tell me, what kind of a 'homebody' are you???

Fairfax Finds

A few weeks ago, my sweet friend Caitlyn was visiting the Bay Area. She usually stays with her wonderful brother and his wife and their adorable kids in Marin. It's become a little tradition that I head up North to spend the day with all of them and I can't imagine a more loving environment. After years of doing this, I've come to really treasure those visits with Caitlyn and her darling family.

Speaking of treasures, this past time, Caitlyn and I went in search of a flea market in Fairfax and found Beach House. It's more of a shop with a giant yard sale out front and in little huts around the property. Not so much a flea, but full of great finds.



This pitcher reminded me of the kinds of vases Holly Flora uses in their arrangements.



Cozy sweater.



Actually, when I saw this label I freaked out because I thought it said: "Cozy Dream Sweater." I couldn't get over it, but then I realized it said cream. I still read it as dream.



I like the Matisse-esque painting and the cowboy boots. Lots of peace signs filled this place.



Sometimes when browsing, it's less about the actual objects and more about the vignettes they create. As the browser, however, it's your job to pick out the object to create your own vignette. It's up to you to make your vision come true.



Something about this bed reminded me of a one hundred year old bedroom in a Tuscan Villa. I would have loved to tie it to the top of my car, but I have a bed. And that would have been impulsive to the max.



Returning home, I played with all of my new finds. I put flowers in the vase.



I imagined putting sugar in the jar, but since I don't really use sugar except for baking I'll have to come up with a use for this little guy. Any ideas? I already have a honey jar. I'm still trying to figure this one out...



Oh! My favorites: the Mexican bowls. Seriously, I love all the detail inside and around the edges.



Perfect for steamy brown rice or roasted root vegetables.



Well, for all you readers out there you know about my search for a new tea kettle, this saucepan has been my temporary fix. It reminds me of camping (le creuset style) and Anne of Green Gables. It's made my hunt for a kettle a little less urgent (although, between you and me, this one drips when I pour too, ha!). Oh, well. It's just SO cute. I couldn't resist.

What about you? Any recent finds at the flea? In the yard? Side of the street?

Nice to See

There isn't a story



that goes with these things



I'm simply adoring



the joy that they bring



to me!