Month: October 2014

Lately … 10.28.14

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Lately I’ve been … Sporting that print (vintage Christian Dior from mom)  Knocking around in these brown boots (Rag & Bone Classic Newbury)  Spending time in this home (family comes first)  Looking up at that sky (fall scenery care of New England by way of Mother Nature)  Living out of this bag (Longchamps Le Pliage)  Coveting that hair (girl I met while shopping)  Lately my blog has been quiet, but it is only signalling that I, along with the seasons, have been needing a shift.  Noticing the beauty in the leaves I have to shed is a practice in patience, gratefulness, and humility.   I have always been a fan of fall.  Aren’t you? 

The Very Moment

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White Rabbit moments.  “I’m late I’m late!  For very important date!”  Alice in Wonderland The very moment I decide to increase my savings contributions I hate all of my workout clothes and want to buy new gear in the exact same shade of nondescript black in the same nondescript style to supposedly freshen up my routine. The very moment I am finally going to the farmers’ market for the day, I realize I have zero cash on hand and need to sort through the ten pound box of coins I have at home with the hopes I can buy at least two heads of kale or maybe some organic, cage free, etc etc eggs with the change in my pouch. The very moment I am due to be at the shuttle stop for work I decide to start getting ready for it. The very moment I map out my itinerary for the bus I find I have missed it and end up taking an Uber anyway. The very moment our plane tickets for our Christmas vacation …

Meet Maria Elena, a woman scorned. Vicky Cristina Barcelona

The Death of the Ex

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On the surface I appeared calm, steady, normal.  Beneath that I was waiting for a tiny reason to tear him a new *ssh0le.  Late night make outs  began to sour rather than stimulate. Love Doesn’t Just Die.  We Kill It Most of the Time.  I am not a COMPLETE psycho, but love on life support can make a person feel like one. I was young and in love, but from where I stood he was less and less interested in me.  Disenchanted is the word I like to use.  He would look at me with contempt,  he seemed too jealous and suspicious of me.  Me?  Lil’ ol’ me with the bright smile and prudish upbringing.  Me – who believed God would strike her down for having premarital sex and instead developed mad skills at a few Lewinsky-style relations.  Me?  The gal who wanted nothing but to spend all of her time with him?   Me?  The gal who wanted to marry him.  Me?  Suspicious of ME?  Blind, loyal, devoted me?  You don’t want to talk to me …

Snippets of My Week #9

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The scene at The Mill SF A smattering of my top snippets from the week.  This time around, I am recapping by time of day versus day of the week.  Aren’t most things more memorable around when we eat anyway?   I invite you to follow me @blogger_bp on Instagram during the week if you aren’t already.    Midnight Snack   Or more accurately, 10:45 pm snack.  When you want something chocolatey on a week night and know there’s a bag of Bob’s Red Mill Brownie Mix in your cupboard, it’s easy to give in.  After trimming off the edges I saw this imperfectly perfect giant brownie square.  Why bother cutting some more? I’m just going to eat the whole  thing anyway…   A giant brownie is all I could need.   +++     Breakfast    Toasters lined up at The Mill on Divisadero … I can see why they need all of these. Pumpkin butter, almond butter, honey butter, sea salt and classic butter, etc etc atop thick slices of toast with a cuppa joe. …

Sh*t Sandwich

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It’s not so much what you dream about doing as it is what you are willing to endure to carry on with it.  Last week I read this post by Mark Manson discussing the seven questions to ask when contemplating one’s life’s purpose.  His first question,  WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE FLAVOR OF SHIT SANDWICH AND DOES IT COME WITH AN OLIVE? stuck with me like gum in my hair.  Impossible to shake off and always there, my fingers fiddling with it in the morning and at night while in bed.  I do not know what my favorite shit sandwich flavor of all time is, though I have had my fair share of them in different areas and at different times in my life.  I do not prepare my shit sandwiches with olives though.  I hate olives unless broken down into a tapenade. Mr. Manson perceives the olive as a garnish, saying that if you are going to eat a shit sandwich to get where you need to go or to get what it is you need, …

Lately … 10.07.14

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Lately I’ve been …        Having days like this {Treats}         … Followed by nights like that  {Gin}           Cozying up in these {Socks}           Ordering more books by him {Todd Parr}            Managing neck and shoulder pain with those {Patch; Roller}           Smelling fresh and clean with this {Baby Cologne}                All photos by bp.