I live in outerspace. Always catching the future in my hands. I can smell the fruit coming and the taste is seeming sschweet.

Looking back on lost phones, found memories. Digital files to be forgotten and found in another lifetime. 

You. Are Perfect.

Just the way, you are.

-Melj

NO short skirts. NO LONG JACKETS.

AFTER A DAY OF SPREADSHEETS AND ALL CAPS,  it's nice to come home not punctuate

dance a little. groove. goey.

cake.

Mel

the funny thing is the older i get the closer i get to the temple and the farther I feel from freezing

Utah winters can be, SO COLD

take me downtown.

you never found it home

I'm not the girl I used to know.

And when people get you, after they've looked for you so long, you learn from them.

At 71 degrees farenheit and rising, I'm liking this new tempterature to melt to.

If I had only told you so.

sometimes all you need is a fleeting feeling - maybe one can last 13 years

blue and grey - favorites for sure. But what is that TEXTURE called?

Unfiltered unformatted

did you ever think you could live this way . .. did you think you could ever say?

Standing in my new little (very little) apartment.. downtown SLC, staring at the view.

Talking with my friend through text. She's planning her first garden.

I gotta get out. 

Back to my literal roots.

Maramalade, I'm coming for you.

-Mel

En route on my latest route, and I see this. So I'm thinking, OK, Delta, I will.

I fall in love so easily. Especially all things Tulum.

I ended up getting caught in a serious downpour and finding the beach to myself. I'm no longer scared of the ocean or the air. It's land I'm not so sure about.

And, also, etc., nice hotels. Let's talk about it.

The Grand Hyatt Playa del Carmen, I love you. I love the people that dreamt you up, designed every inch of your amazingness, and brought you to LIFE. I will definitely return to your gorgeous grounds.

Check out a full rundown of the property here.

I loved almost every inch of the design - but of course I have two complaints... Small but important. 

Hooks. I understand modern luxury is a thing... but comfort should never be compromised. Make room for several more places to hang wet swimsuits and towels in the bathroom. Muchos gracias.

Secondly, the plants surrounding the cenote spa entrance in the center of the property could use a little love. Kind of a missed note there.

Otherwise, you're combination of meaningful design and spacial orientation are perfect, to me.

I see what you did there, and I like it, a lot. Finding inspiration in all the things.

-Mel

Today, this morning, I realized why I love antiques.

I love junk. I love old trinkets and places, old people, old faces. I love feeling feelings. Those things carry feelings with them wherever they go and I FEEL them. They feed me. I'm a highly sensitive person in a sea of misunderstanding emotions. Is this chicken or fish? I'ts protein, babe.

Missing the old barnwood floors in #MelsOldHouse. They kept me grounded. How to move on? Maybe I should wear slippers.

Apartment dwelling has it's perks but it's turning out they are few and far between.

M

when I get too depressed, for too long

alone in my house

deciding to dance in my kitchen has always been the only cure.

dim the lights so we can unwind in the skies

play the record. make me move bakwards in time

Christmas, here once again. Missing some serious snow. Depressing not to have it, but we're dealing. 

Change is coming. Sewing some new seams from Sandy to Salt Lake City.

Wish I had more space where I'm headed, but hey. Wherever you go, there you are.

I wish my little sister would be a DJ. I wish she would start a youtube channel already. I wish she would start a blog where she notes obscure band lyrics to some of my favorite new songs like Dim the Lights by Wild Ones.

 Once again, another badass recommendation from Dani girl... a blog post (kind of) and I'm back to packing up #MelsOldHouse. A few lines from Dim the LIghts:

Holding onto nothing

We're pulling on new freeways

Our youth is gone and so we revel in the new age

I wanna go where I could turn into anyone

table for one, drinks for two.

Florence, feeling, fleeting.

-Mel

I don't know the size of mountains in their youth.

I'm going to miss the slow sirens nearby, far enough off, I barely get nervous anymore.

Ride the rollercoaster and embrace change. Italy, alone. Again. I want to rise to lift this weight.

say, what's on your mind?

beyond facebook status updates and status symbols

what's on your mind?

I want a nest without thorns. And a couple good eggs to boot.

-mel

i choose door #3, please, without hesitation no less.

maybe sometimes a trip down memory lane for a second time can  get you to get it RIGHT

this time, around. again. A new friend, at a different angle. with the same focus

feeling it.

trust.

I think sometimes, people get you. And you need to let them. 

Also, we should keep our orchards in the middle of a granite cul-de-sac.

Cora Ward would have cried right along with me tonight. And I plan on planting peach trees in her honor. As well as a larger than life jenga set.

It's decided. The highest and best use.

Stop the sprawl.

I rarely log onto Houzz. But I'm seeing why I should. A lot. more, often.

-Mel

and maybe, you could take a look at yourself, lately

I start feeling strong enough to break.

You know you are having a good day when you break out Hanson on spotify, shameless dancing ensues.

so good. sooooo good. now coffee.

Things are more of a spiral than a circle in life.

Learning old lessons over and over again. Repetition makes it stick.

Until, finally, you get it. Or it gets you.

Today I started dreaming about spaceflight, again. 

Suddenly, it doesn't seem so far off.

-Mel

I love it when slow design in life comes together and starts to pay off. 

Finding meaning in patterns and thanking my past self for having trust in the vision and courage to stick it through. Realizing that a pinterest password isn't required to access devine design inspiration through another creative's perspective. I am the creative and the creator. We all are.

Honed honeycomb tiles, honey bees, Melissa. In Utah. 

1 AM.

When the refresh button is boring.

Figuring yourself out.

Tesselation. Definition.

Triangles are my favorite shape.

Stealing certain lines from lyrics and certainly copping to it. Chopping up sentences without abandon. Because this. Just, because.   akward.

I like it. 

I can. I will. I am. No,

I will not have green eggs and ham.

Last year I bought myself a copy of Dr. Suess's Oh the Places You'll Go and I think of it often. It's good to keep the classics around... because maybe, (I think, quite actually, in fact, very much so) that the good Doctor is why I've deeply understood.  Wherever I go, there I am. Even riding in a baloon. 

I'm stoked to see 2015 unfold and wind down. Books, travel, music, food. Creativity through connection.

Onwards, ever onwards!

Mel

I just wanted to be your housewife.I never wanted to be a housewife.

What happens when the spotlight comes on? What do you do then? What have you prepared for?

I'll always ask why.

Sometimes you realize the cycle you're on is more spiral than spherical and you control the direction of the bounce. Take hold of the moments you can see yourself, separately. Learn from every moment in your collective past, and move on to the moment you are living in, now. The mark left on minds makes it all matter.

Mel

PS.. THAT. IS. MY. MOM. WOWZA. and RIGHT NOW, I'm wondering how old she was. then. And when exactly in the future she will find this post and kill me....

Fixing broken deadbolts at #MelsOldHouse today.

Lots to learn about locks.

Keys lost in the eternal city. #Rome. I'm coming for you.