we're celebrating by getting out of the city for a night.
tacky Christmas / vintage haul
these paper garlands are as tacky as they come. made in Japan. original price forty nine cents each.
similar, but different tackiness here
similar, but different tackiness here
morning coffee
flipping through a random magazine at Philz this morning. check out the awesome ottoman. DIY inspiration.
vintage Christmas with a twist.
I wasn't raised with formal religion so the holidays get confusing. my childhood had menorahs and trees but never with religious context.
my dad's family was sorta kinda faux Christian and my mom's family was a mix of things with strong 'we-are-scientists' sensibilities maybe stemming from a loss of Judaism pre/post holocaust.
I've been on a quest to find a lit Star of David Christmas tree topper because the melding of tree and Star of David is the best representation of my holiday spirits. the popsicle stick Star of David that I proudly made for our family's tree when I was in elementary school just doesn't seem sufficient. turns out there isn't a Star of David Christmas tree topper that plugs into Christmas lights. disappointment.
I've made up for it by purchasing ultra tacky holiday decor that makes J's brain hurt. tonight he saw the tree topper and announced, "you owe me."
my dad's family was sorta kinda faux Christian and my mom's family was a mix of things with strong 'we-are-scientists' sensibilities maybe stemming from a loss of Judaism pre/post holocaust.
I've been on a quest to find a lit Star of David Christmas tree topper because the melding of tree and Star of David is the best representation of my holiday spirits. the popsicle stick Star of David that I proudly made for our family's tree when I was in elementary school just doesn't seem sufficient. turns out there isn't a Star of David Christmas tree topper that plugs into Christmas lights. disappointment.
I've made up for it by purchasing ultra tacky holiday decor that makes J's brain hurt. tonight he saw the tree topper and announced, "you owe me."
slowly learning.
December confuses my brain. festive lights encourage cozy time with friends and festive beverages.
to-do lists are longer. days are shorter. 9:30 pm regularly masquerades as 2:30 am.
I've had a really tough time trying to motivate myself to snap back into productive reality.
it seems silly motivational posters have been following me. here are a few that snuck onto Pinterest, Instagram and into my vision.
to-do lists are longer. days are shorter. 9:30 pm regularly masquerades as 2:30 am.
I've had a really tough time trying to motivate myself to snap back into productive reality.
it seems silly motivational posters have been following me. here are a few that snuck onto Pinterest, Instagram and into my vision.
snippets
wet weekend. I found a diamond earring on the wet ground and I'm hoping the rightful owner finds my Craigslist ad and contacts me. no such luck, yet.
custom posters on a budget / diy
we were the luckiest bride and groom and managed to score our all time favorite photographers, Kelty and Hannah. Months after our event we sorted through wedding photos and dropped a pretty penny on beautifully printed photos. And then I put them in a box.
an album seemed silly to me. I'm just not the kinda gal that would ever sit around looking at a book of photos. I'd really love to frame a bunch of the photos in vintage frames I've collected -- this is a project -- I'll have to have glass cut, matte board cut, have to carefully frame them....blah.
This past week I took the super easy route and I couldn't be happier.
Inspired by a Pinterest board showing easy home decor ideas I used Staples to print custom posters. It took me 15 minutes to upload, crop, and order two 18" x 24" posters for around $40.
J and I lazily hung them with push pins and binder clips
*second photo shows a super grainy image -- the poster isn't actually grainy. I took these photos with my phone on a rainy low light day and thus, super low image quality. you get the idea
*second photo shows a super grainy image -- the poster isn't actually grainy. I took these photos with my phone on a rainy low light day and thus, super low image quality. you get the idea
river of a storm / not walk weather
J and I are accidental kid/pet/home-sitters.
we've never been precise about the math -- best guess is that we house-sit a minimum of four months each year. the time we spend away from home in big beautiful homes in SF is most certainly the reason we still live in a tiny studio apartment. it seems silly to pay more rent if we're away for weeks at a time.
shuttling house sitting necessities in and out of our apartment has become an art.
we pack.
J retrieves our vehicle from its far-off parking spot
J illegally positions our truck on the sidewalk in front of our building's rear entrance.
we take turns carrying essentials to the truck while the other person stands guard. our nightmare scenaio is the possibility of our truck being ticketed during our delicate moving dance.
moving back into our home is always more daunting. carrying our goods up the stairs is a project. a million stairs leading up to a tiny apartment.
today is move home day. today is wet.
J is on-call for his plumbing job and I am without a vehicle. he took our clothes with him to work in our truck to spare me the task of moving even more home on my own via MUNI. he's a prince.
we've never been precise about the math -- best guess is that we house-sit a minimum of four months each year. the time we spend away from home in big beautiful homes in SF is most certainly the reason we still live in a tiny studio apartment. it seems silly to pay more rent if we're away for weeks at a time.
shuttling house sitting necessities in and out of our apartment has become an art.
we pack.
J retrieves our vehicle from its far-off parking spot
J illegally positions our truck on the sidewalk in front of our building's rear entrance.
we take turns carrying essentials to the truck while the other person stands guard. our nightmare scenaio is the possibility of our truck being ticketed during our delicate moving dance.
moving back into our home is always more daunting. carrying our goods up the stairs is a project. a million stairs leading up to a tiny apartment.
today is move home day. today is wet.
J is on-call for his plumbing job and I am without a vehicle. he took our clothes with him to work in our truck to spare me the task of moving even more home on my own via MUNI. he's a prince.
vintage Christmas
cyber Monday felt like the perfect time to support a local business. I picked up this adorable 4' white tinsel tree at Cliffs Variety on Castro St and carried it home on MUNI as a surprise for J.
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