I haven’t posted anything here is more than 2 years. I’ve kept telling myself I would return to this space, but I haven’t been able to make the commitment. I have spent thousands of hours reading blogs as a way to unwind at the end of day or on the weekends. I read them all – fashion, education, design, real estate, travel, food, motherhood (this one I am embarrassing fascinated by, even though I am not a mom). I enjoy reading them so much that it makes sense for me to keep my own. I am doing this for myself, as a way to keep a record and memory of my life, all while building skills, having a creative outlet and possibly connecting with other people that have similar interests.
The past two and a half years I have been incredibly blessed to live in the idyllic seaside town of Stinson Beach, 45 minutes north of San Francisco. Living here is a gift and it is something I cherish. James and I often reflect on the fact that we are going to look back on this time in our life incredibly fondly. Even after two years we still pinch ourselves and say, “I can’t believe we get to live here”. Since we are renters and average home prices hovers over $2 million, we know that our time here may be temporary. We try to make the most of this experience everyday. It’s pretty amazing how the stress of the work day can melt away during the commute home. We tell ourselves, “We can deal with anything as long as we can put our toes in the sand at the end of the day.”
So now I am making the commitment to (consistently) document this time in our lives, whether it’s for the next six months or the next six years. Feel free to join me!
I bought some really pretty kale. My original plan was to make kale chips for a work event, but then someone asked me to bake, so I made muffins instead. I needed to do something with this kale and I am glad I didn’t end up making chips, because eating it raw preserved the color.
Cut the stems off the kale. If there is a thick rib in the center, slice it out.
Place leaves on top of one another and roll up, 4 to 5 leaves at a time.
Slice the rolled up kale thinly, or julienne
Place the kale in a bowl and drizzle with olive oil and lemon juice.
Place some pine nuts on a skillet and toast on medium heat.
White the pine nuts are toasting, wash your hands and then massage the kale for 2 to 3 minutes. It’s fun.
Sprinkle with salt, pepper and parmesan cheese. Toss and top with the toasted pine nuts.
We left Denver in October and had been stalking Craigslist for the perfect place for the last six months. Let’s be honest, we were just looking for a place that we could afford that wasn’t a windowless basement in-law apartment. The prices in SF are outrageous. We experienced rude and condescending leasing agents, who treated us like an application, not real people. Laundry, parking, or a yard are impossible to find if you don’t want to spend a bajillion dollars on rent a month. We had all three in Denver and paid less than half of what we are looking at paying here. I was getting warn down, by trying to be one of the cool kids that live in the city. I started looking for some places off the beaten path. James left on a Sunday for New Orleans, for a six week-long project. The day after he left, I went to look at a little cabin by the beach.
Little, as in three hundred fifty square feet. Four houses from the beach. We had ditched a large portion of our worldly possessions, including one of our cars, before we left Denver. We had been living the last four months out of suitcases and began to realize how little we actually needed to be happy. The less stuff you have, the simpler life is. I’m still learning, though. I am a vintage knick knack lover, avid book collector, and a sentimental junkie, but now everything must have a functional purpose. Though, the less things you have, the nicer things you can have. You just don’t need a lot of them (things). We have parking and laundry.
And this is my backyard now. So, that is awesome.
It’s officially Spring! I love the feeling of new beginnings and rebirth that come with the transition of seasons. The trees are budding, the sun is shining, and life is good. There’s nothing like the Colorado sunshine warming you up on a slightly brisk Spring day.
When it comes to pancakes, the men in my life make them best. My grandfather was notorious for his ninja turtle shaped pancakes. It was 1990 and those guys were the coolest. He’d whip up a Michelangelo, Donatello, Leonardo and Raphael for his seven hungry grandchildren with one hand tied behind his back. My dad, who undoubtedly learned from his father, was the go-to guy for pancakes on a Saturday morning. He was really good at it and my mom was probably still sleeping anyways.
Now, James has taken on the role of pancake maker extraordinaire. Check out these cute Valentine pancakes he made for me yesterday. I didn’t actually get to eat them since we weren’t together, but he took a picture and pretty much every girl I know fawned over how sweet and romantic he is. What a guy.
James is out of town. A lot. It sucks to be apart, but I really see it as having the best of both worlds. I enjoy being alone and often get anxious when I go a significant period of time without having a night by myself in my house. I get all the freedom and independence of living alone, but then I have this amazing companion that I get to share my life with. 50% of the time at least.
Over the past couple of months James has been gone for 2 to 3 weeks at a time, sometimes only have a few days at home in between. I joke that he is just my long distance boyfriend that comes to visit for a weekend here and there. We always manage to fill our time together doing as many fun things we can with each other and all of our amazing friends here in Denver.
This past weekend he was home was a non-stop adventure. Seeing old friends in town for SIA, a snowboard date, dancing with the greatest dance crew of all time, parties with photo booths and some of our favorite people. We cooked together in our tiny kitchen for our good friend’s birthday brunch. I made vegan muffins, James made a quiche. We even squeezed in dinner at City o’ City with James’ parents and figured out some of the wedding planning we’ve been putting off.
Back to being a single girl again. Until February 16th.
shrimp, orange, fennel, arrugala and roasted butternut squash soup courtesty of @jessierobotgirl
It’s weekends like this past one that leave me an with overwhelming feeling of appreciation for the wonderful people and experiences I am able to have in my life. I admit I sometimes throw myself a pity party when life gets stressful and tend to be a recluse. I am so lucky to have the company of good friends to cook, play, eat desserts, and most importantly, laugh with when the last thing I need to do is throw myself a pity party.
A fresh and colorful Friday night dinner with Kombucha instead of cocktails, dressing up and going out for drinks and desserts with my lady friends, long car rides with fun people, good music bringing us to a sunny mountain with lots of new snow! Can’t beat that. Did I mention I’m a lucky girl. I am so lucky.