summer of love

Livin it up with my man in San Francisco this weekend. Tomorrow's our third anniversary of tying the knot. I do so love being a July bride.

{photo by Thomas Levinson}

hydrangeas

I love hydrangeas. Especially the ones that grow in my backyard.

Each stem of blossoms is like a summer celebration all in itself.

Every year, I look forward to moment they burst into life, from dead winter sticks. Ah summer.

Happy Weekend. Happy Summer. Happy sunshine. Happy.

She's So Lovely

I revisited this loverly movie from 1997 last night. I'm not sure I could have possibly understood just how sad it was when I first saw it. I would have been too young. This time around, Sean Penn's crazy Eddie makes me cry more than he makes me laugh with his absurd notions of the world being run by "a computer and 7 women." I recommend it.


{photo from here}

best bicycle mechanic

My man, Ian Crawford, is the best bicycle mechanic in Ventura. Maybe the world.

He's the star (and only) mechanic at a beautiful shop here in town called Non Stop Ciclismo. They specialize in all things Italian and will even make you shots of espresso while you shop.

Mr. C also looks pretty fantastic with is bike.

cyanotypes

Lately I've baking in the Ojai sun with matilija poppies and blue green chemistry. Think I'm falling in love again.


Hope this weekend finds you doing something that makes your heart swell and burst.

the longest day

Well, the sun finally did come out.

Today was warm and bright and I wandered through our local nursery fantasizing about my someday garden.

So now it's official. Summer.

For all you on this side of the planet, enjoy the longest day of the year.

big brother

Besides being Father's Day, Sunday was also my big brother's birthday. Happy birthday dude.

sweet Father's Day

Yes yes, more summer fruit pie.

This was dad's Father's Day present. Did you craft any homemade gifts for your pop?

let the sun shine

Tuesday there was sunshine. That day felt like summer, with the kind of heat that makes your scalp sweat and builds on the soles of your feet the way good salsa builds on your lips, slowly, until you're dizzy.

Wednesday was even better, with delirious ping pong playing and dangerous sangria, thick sweet sarcasm and the marine layer a million miles away.

Today is just gray. Just sad and gray.