table for one, drinks for two.
Florence, feeling, fleeting.
table for one, drinks for two.
Florence, feeling, fleeting.
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.
I want to be many things. Because, in reality, I am all things.
Loved this talk.
eventually I would let it go.
pick one thing, deny all of my other passions and just resign myself to being bored
I worried there was something wrong with this, and something wrong with me.
afraid of my own success.
back then. the questions. I've already been asking.
Finally fucking answering them.
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
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.
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.
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.
When the refresh button is boring.
Figuring yourself out.
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!
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.
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....
I've seen girls
younger than me
So sure of what they want
And it gets harder to focus in on
what I want to focus on
And I'm slow mo for a while
and I was sure enough for a while
further from my wilder years.
I get kinder to the younger girls
Fixing broken deadbolts at #MelsOldHouse today.
Lots to learn about locks.
Keys lost in the eternal city. #Rome. I'm coming for you.
Sometimes words, or emoji's just won't cut it.
Finding multiple people to be my "cut man". Learning new things on the fly and finding good people lose themselves here, moths.
I always think about you.
This, to me, then. Imperfect.
Looks heavenly compared to current status of #MelsOldHouse.
Long story short: Your main mystery about anything is the first place to pick at. Investing in the long run, now... With houses and hair.
Rugs, runners, red.
chasing, feeling. that FEELING.
mental movie on instant replay - staring into alien worlds within crystal clear cenotes. hearing nothing, but breathing. pounding pulses.
live for moments in life. where I realize, this. this. Recognize truth behind masks we put on and wipe off. roles we assume. lies we tell ourself. mistakes we make. The people we let down and the people we never meet. You ask what really matters. you know. You've always known. And you hope that you always will. it thrills you. to feel more. know less, love deeper. soften.
you do things for yourself. stay up too late. drink too much coffee, wine. papers stack up and ideas pile on.you smile. you let it go. you leave the light on. you let it build. let it last. settle in. You get to know it again and you let it go again.
each question, you move onward
Sometimes you don't know what you don't know, until you don't know something new.
Perspective, time, travelling. heartache. love...
I'm learning to take advantage of today, because it's so true.
Someday never comes, but it can definitely pass you by.
The last day of August; on a Monday.
Forcing my words like my posture.
Hot summer days and mud caked toes at midnight.
Fighting for nothing. over everything. losing sleep.
Not really sure wtf I'm posting about because I don't have a lot to say. But my summer has been intense, for sure. Hired the wrong sub contractor again, to use the wrong material, in the wrong place, the wrong way. Trusted a reccomendation from a 'friend' to a fault and struggled each day just to be heard. I'm up on the steep end of the huge remodel learning curve.
Finally realizing that calm is in quiet and the storm can be seized. Do my due diligence, trust my intuition, and communicate every last detail of what is expected and what can be acheived.
I'm elbows deep in decisions lately and some take longer to wade through.
Working with new contractors on #MelsOldHouse is always a nervewracking experience for me given the rough start we had last fall. It's especially frustrating when they are in their busy season and want to rush through the job I'm spending our hard earned money on. Not to meantion (but I will), we have to live with looking at for the next 30 years.
But luckily, what I've learned over the past 9 months of this remodel process is that I'm the boss. And it doesn't matter if they are annoyed and tell me its square when its obviously not. They're unaware that I know how to properly use tape measure and live by the lesson of measure twice - cut once.
There is no "command+z" IRL. Ya digg?
This week has pretty intense for the remodel. We basically "skinned" the entire yard, removing the old hot tub, contrete, sprinklers, lighting, and general debris and garbage.
I'm always stunned to see how quickly some heavy machinery can change a landscape. We went from a garbagejunglemoshpit to an (almost) beautiful blank canvas.
I love Yard.
I'm realizing that the older I get, the slower I go. And I love it.
People sometimes feel like they have to fully "finish" their house in order to enjoy it, but I disagree.
I'm enjoying the process of collecting memories and curating our home with collections from trips abroad and memories I've made with the people I love and at from hard work at home with my own hands. The only items in my house that I regret are the things that I bought in haste, because I wanted something new, or had a "this will do for now" attitude.
Now that I've slowed down I love looking around and seeing the things I have searched for, saved up for, lusted for, bargained for, and earned around the house. But this takes time, effort, passion, and mucho patience.
This jar has about half of what I took home from our trip to Seoul, South Korea over my 30th birthday. That spoon has been worn down after seasons of scraping and serving. It's had an honorable life and I want to appreciate that utensil and the memory I made finding it by displaying it inside my home.
Sometimes it's hard to adjust to life's unexpected changes and curveballs. But once you really learn to let go of what you thought you wanted you find something new you didn't even imagine before.
And I think that is Cabanas La Luna.
I was originally hoping for the wedding to take place in a rustic setting like Moab or destination like Hawaii. But with my dad unable to fly that far, and me changing my mind about the whole Utah wedding thing, I finally found what I had been looking for yesterday on the interwebs.
I've been organizing my digital world and I came across this video from our trip to India last year. It reminds me so much of Cabanas La Luna that I immediately feel like I have no reservations about booking it for our wedding next year. Going to be SO DOPE.
Plus, additional guests can stay at Cabanas Tulum next door or The Beach Tulum any of the other awesome boutique hotels in Tulum. And that I also means I get to visit the cenotes again. (To be honest that could have been my main motivation to choose Tulum) but whatevs, it's amazing.
I've been travelling so much this year that sometimes it feels like a real downer to come home. Not that I don't love and appreciate Salt Lake, but it just feels so small and gloomy in the winter.
But then climate change happens and it feels like May in March and then all of a sudden shits not so bad. Sometimes you just need a shift of perspective. So I sat in front of my huge picture window and got to work, quickly realizing my own house is like the best private coffee shop in the city. Look at my view. and I haven't even started working in the yard yet.
It feels like home. My home. With my kitties and my badass bff.
And then this came across my screen today:
Click the image for the link to the full article. Last week I saw Salt Lake was in the top 10 most walkable cities in the country. I feel like there is a shift happening here, and I'm happy to contribute my tiny little part to the revival of SLC.