plans

after months of hesitation — majorly rooted in the thought that most of my heart still beats in the northwest — i’ve officially committed to running the bed & breakfast here in Michigan next season..

with the big decision made, i’m starting to turn my focus to the act of curating..

(oh, and the act of budgeting for my salary→→→$$$)

it’s been too long

i didn’t take many photos on my portland trip with my real camera.. so instagram will suffice:

perhaps my favorite photo from my favorite day.

moments before the best meal.

my favorite camping trip, ever.

post-tattoo wine guzzling on the bluffs.

a great start to my second favorite day.

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since my return life has been far from sleepy, but these are a few of the quiet moments:

kombucha nightcapping while solo sunsetting

the other lake

burns park, party of one

i’ve found myself in a few too many diners lately..

and i’ve spent far too little time outside..

chelsea

we’re building up the reserves for a trip to Lake Michigan next month, we’ll be brewing our second batch this week in a few days. dad always taught us to be prepared.

willy wonka in the park last night

& yesterday’s rain

a great weekend///i’m the luckiest


i set out on a trip this weekend


bestfriends-bound


i woke up friday morning in this adorable and cozy abode


& had a solo brunch at a delicious little spot around the block


i wandered


& wondered


and then i found myself in heaven


yeah


we treated ourselves to terrible chick flicks and magnums of mediocre wine


& played tourist


i gave in and drank terrible bloody marys… [Portland, you’ve spoiled me]


pre-sunburn


post-sunburn


on the long way home today, i met the sweetest friend


& found the prettiest blue bird sacrifice


[they were fresh out]


we walked across creeks and battlefields


& i was impressed by the fortitude of wood

i am feeling beyond fortunate tonight.

photos via Instagram

real photos later this week…

lately


i’ve been daydreaming and nightdreaming about this beach


while walking on this beach


i’ve been oversleeping, constantly running 15 minutes late..


i’ve been drinking a lot of this


while doing lots of this


i showed my pops some good, local eats


and passed this building 10 too many times


i’ve been hanging out with this little bunny


and these big smelly bunnies


oh and i’ve colored more princesses than my feminist-leaning self can properly handle..

all photos via Instagram

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busy week


it rained, a lot.


then this happened.


we started something.


and i finished some things.


Oso got even more weird.


i auditioned for Roseanne.


and staple-hammered SO much chicken wire.


i perfected naptime.


walked in the sun.


and ate really good food.

 

i realize instagram photos are cop-outs (you don’t need to yell at me CRL).. but this week has been straight-up insane. and it’s only Thursday.. today is pretty packed – school and volunteering (cooking at a church, jesus christ).. and Saturday we’re hosting & catering a wedding, which I’m photographing.. after which I will race to downtown Detroit to meet my pops and sister for our FIRST TIGERS GAME..

life just chugs along, whether i like it or not. i’m glad i’ve decided to start participating, but i still feel the same about being “home”.

perhaps a vacation is in order.. May is just around the corner.

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My aunt Jeanne is my favorite aunt for many reasons. She’s sweet and selfless, worrisome in an endearing way.. always encouraging and enthusiastic. I spent a LOT of time at her house when I was a kid.. there were a couple years in high school when I spent every available evening and weekend there.  “She practically raised you..” — my mom, on the subject.

Jeanne lives on a pretty big piece of property southeast of Ann Arbor. When we were kids they had a pool (with a slide!), a giant field for a backyard (complete with pond and go-karts), and a barn.

The barn had a big hay loft that we would climb in.. Kool-Aid in one hand, a barn kitten in another – I’m not really sure why, nor do I remember how they got back down… The barn also had about 6 stalls that periodically held horses. Spanky, the family pony was the longest running resident. He bucked me off 3 times. We were never really buds. There was a goat named Goaty, he was fun until he started head-butting us down the stairs. Needless to say, it was a place where we ran and biked and swam and skinned our knees.

The barn has certainly seen better days, but I’m excited to report that it might soon be home to a brood of chickens.

This potential chicken coop/stall/room needs a lot of work, mainly patching and securing in order to protect the hens from the multiple raccoons that have taken up residence in the hay loft, but we’re excited.

lake house living

i’ve had the luxury of enjoying some lazy mornings at the cabin lately. with this awesome weather (mid-70s?!) I often park it on the deck in the sun (i’m working on the most amazing farmer’s tan..). this morning is a bit overcast but it’s plenty warm enough to have all the windows and doors open. neighbors are burning leaves and cutting grass, it smells like spring. pontoon boats are already chuggin’ around the lake at 10am… proof that Michiganders know how to take advantage of decent weather. i feel very lucky in this moment.

now i must go try to convince my step-brother to take himself and his broken rib to the hospital… we’ve surely had enough of that place, but i think most of you would agree that motorcycle crashes aren’t something to ignore. boys will be boys, even when they’re 40…

craving

i slurped down this Bloody at a southern bistro, The Kingfish Cafe, in Seattle last September. It did me a world of good after a long night topped off by the most delicious seattle dog ever.

Lately I’ve had an intense mid-winter craving for something fresh and this would totally hit the motha effin spot.

Something tells me it’ll be a bit more difficult to find a decent Bloody Mary in Ann Arbor… Portlanders are so spoiled.