Watch. Listen. Close those eyes. 7 minutes of solitude with these sisters. You will be better for it. This I promise.
I say goodbye to my last year. Hello to a whole new even number to follow my 20-something self. Bye bye 7, good day 8.
A few years left before I grace the three o’s… today is a happy new year to me.
I reflect on change. On constants. On black and white, on color, on patterns and shapes.
I wipe it all clean and start anew… holding to lessons learned and jumping high for those on their own way.
I see the nature in which I wake, in which I walk, and those of my night dreams. I embrace my constant need for new smells and new sounds… sights unseen and music my body has yet to meet or greet.
Days like these, I am hit with sight of the abundant love I have around me. Comes no question of luck.. for I made a promise to myself and the world around me, and this love is life’s greatest gift to me.
So… with all the people that mean the world… that fill me with love and give me purpose in life’s doings… in the “this and thats” of day to day… you that make my body soul and mind at peace and in whirlwinds of chaos and passion…
Off to the river, where I spend every day of birth with the one I love… laying on a big flat rock, beer in hand… skin dancing with the sun…
Read up. This beautiful woman gets it… success through her ability to balance and stay true to what she feels good doing. Style to boot….. casual, easy, sexy…. totally her own. Hilary understands the true need to find the depth in an industry that can have you floating on the surface. Hilary Walsh…. A.P.C jeans… Mother Overalls… Gauze and Ponchos. I need not say more….
No longer for the broiler room.Over-Alls have swept the nation. Sick with the same old drag at your local overweight mechanics shop, these once purely protective garments have found themselves on some of the loveliest lassies around. And hey… they are just one more ounce of proof that “one-piece” (err hmmm Gentlemen) can mean damn sexy. They do indeed represent their given name… Overall…. a sort of F*CK it, i’m throwing these damn things on. Then, viola… they become fashionable again. All these gals do it right, whether for the brisk months of Fall and Winter or the warmer seasons spent with the Sun… fool proof options await.I’m gonna go put mine on actually… have a great day all you beautiful people. Smile… hug someone you have never met. The reaction is pure entertainment.
Time for some Other Lives.
Seems to be one of those. Those summer days where the fog never lifts… not from the mind, eyes or sky?
Well folks, that seems to be todays decided recipe… who’s decision, still not sure, but i’m assuming the Sun just needed of a quick breather. I’ve gotta run with it. Proper amount of caffeine and a bowl full of oatmeal…. day dreamin in real life livin aint so bad. Driving can be a hazard, but otherwise… I’m gonna blast me some Shovels and Rope and hit the road. All wrapped up in my favorites, a sherpa poncho and printed vintage dress. Feels like a cool fall day on the 4th of June, and i’m doing my best to turn these corner lips upwards. Could use some heavier socks.
Socks in June. Yep, this is now happening. Listen to this husband and wife duo “Shovels and Rope”. Truly… so lovable and groovy. This video in particular floods memories of Summers spent with my man and dog… the simple pleasures of being beside the one you love in a shitty old work truck. There is no feeling like it, and this video right here brought it all back…. thanks you two. I also now have a strong desire to be a master Milliner.
Happiest of Mondays to you all. This will be a quickie, as Monday persists on all sorts of fun times with DMV, bills, and appointments. Rather than speak on the joy of such matters, let’s instead focus on the pure beauty of Sasquatch Festival. Please check out the feature and words on Free People…. To put it simply. I am so THANKFUL. What an extraordinary road trippin’, music shimmy-in’, good family o’ friends lovin’… time.
On the road. Got my favorite people packed in back. My Love to the side. Bus full of festival necessities. Driving to Sasquatch Festival in the smack dab middle of Washington… 3 days of glorious music in whats hailed to be one of the most beautiful venues you can inhabit. This will be a first for me… and let me tell you, I’m a strong lover of first times. 20 hours of driving in our dear beloved Barnabus, for the Lady of Love can only reach 55mph before threatening a quitting all together. A slow and steady chugging along the Pacific Northwest is a vacation for the spirits. Redwoods, rugged cliff lines, camping along the way… most importantly… a perfectly curated Rock and Rollin’ playlist for this very special road beneath. We are paying tribute… and its serious business around here. Loading up. See Ya, San Francisco. Grabbing our instruments of choice. Our Hats of momentous character.
Our Loves. And ta-dah. Off we go. Away into the light of opportunity and new experiences.
I’ll be covering Sasquatch for Free People…. coming home with all sorts of goodness for the senses. I’ll keep all you’s in tune with that collaboration… a little music video in the works. For now.. here are a few of my must see’s:
Man. The list goes on… I’ll stop here. Reluctantly. Love to you all. Amy