I was not aware this word existed. I was pretty sure it must be a new type of shoe, so I clicked the filter and feasted my eyes. As it turns out, its NOT a new type of shoe - I just never new this style of shoe was popular enough to warrant a name. And now, thanks to asos.com, YOU can feast your eyes, too. Personally I'm undecided as to whether the leopard print here makes these better in a Go Big or Go Home kind of way, or worse. But one thing is for sure: you know the first blush of youth is gone when your first thought on seeing a Latest Fashion is to sigh something like "oh, kids these day." (it is, and I did).
Friday, November 2, 2012
Sunday, October 28, 2012
There were, sadly, no orca whales on this year's trip, but it was still memorable and awesome in its own way. We got ambitious this year (or rather, Porter did, since he is our kayak party-planner), and decided to kayak through the san juans. We left from Anacortes and paddled something ridiculous like 17 miles to Clark Island. It was tortuous and horrible, with moments of absolute awesome that made up for everything else. We kayaked through thick soupy fog, paddled against the tide, and made it through the large and choppy channels of the Sound (with half of our group spray-skirt-less, no less).
I spent the entire trip eating dust, figuratively speaking. Most of the group paddled forward with seaming effortlessness while I fought against my screaming deltoids to just keep my arms moving. I try to blame it on the lesser quality of my boat vs the pretty kevlar boats of my friends. But truth be told, its probably just a difference in strength and/or fitness. Fighting the tide and your own body's weariness is super hard. Add on the emotional component of watching the boats in front get so far ahead that you actually can not see them anymore, and it is easy to feel melodramatic emotions like despair. Thank goodness for the friends that took turns waiting behind with me, who helped kept the melodrama (mostly) at bay. Eventually... we all made it safe and sound.
There is a special power in doing hard things that doesn't come from anything else. You hate it in the moment, but feel infinitely empowered when you succeed. Here's to next year's trip - I'm crossing my fingers for the Broken Group off of Vancouver Island. And thinking I need to join a gym so maybe I can keep up with the group next year.
In september, my friend Kristi invited me to join her in Yosemite National Park. We hiked Half Dome, jumped in the river, and did our best to avoid the hantavirus. It was gorgeous and the weather was perfect - nothing like a weekend of 90 degrees in mid september to make everything right in the world.
What is it about climbing tall things and peaking over the edge? Add in the miles and miles of forested peaks, and the experience can make you breathless. There's something about national parks that always makes me wonder what it was like to be the first person to ride through, and then imagine myself making the trek as an early American trapper or (preferably) a Louis L'Amor cowboy. Its amazing how the mystery and allure can still come across, even in the midst of a horde of tourists and flashing cameras.
Despite the fact that my 30 year old knees gave out, making the trip down torturous, the trip was a total win.
Monday, October 15, 2012
This fall has been amazing. We've had an incredible run of blue skies with the perfect amount of crispness in the air. The clear nights have also been dreamy with lots of moon and rustling leaves. I know I've spent an obnoxious amount of time over the last 2 years complaining about the Seattle weather. While I still maintain that the weather here is undesirable 95% of the time, I'm not ashamed to admit that when she gets it right, she gets it SO right. Well played, Seattle. And thank you. Here's to many more perfect, dreamy days to come. i know I will have to wait many many (many!) months for them to come around again but with days this great, it almost feels worth the wait.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
True to form, I’m at least a decade behind on this “personal blog” phenom that has swept the Internet world. To be honest, I’m not super into publically broadcasting details from my life; I don’t tweet, I don’t post, and I barely facebook. However, despite my tendency towards a more-than-healthy reserve, I’ve been thinking lately that it would be nice to have a place where I can record fun adventures I go on and the small moments in my sometimes predictable life.
Its possible this inclination stems from a desire to convince the world (or myself, at least) that predictable lives are not necessarily boring, and to remind myself that I really do like my life (and yes.. During the cold grey months of winter, this reminder is occasionally necessary). Partly, also, because my family and friends have blogs, and this seems like a good way to maintain long-distance friendships that get tragically sporadic amid the business of adult life. And partly because, thanks to my good friends Kami and Brooke, I’ve recently been reminded that I want to WRITE, and right now blogging seems like the only realistic commitment to that goal.
Regardless of the reasons, here it is: My Blog. With a title coined from the first syllable of each of my names simply because every other combination of my name was already taken on the World Wide Web. What?! I know. The internet strikes again and we are all one more step removed from the illusion of uniqueness.
I know my favourite part of a blog is usually the pictures. In fact, I am guilty of skimming or (gasp) skipping posts with too many words. In a bold move of brashfaced hypocrisy I hereby warn all readers, fleeting and permanent, that this blog may have a lot more words than photos.
Enjoy (or don’t – I’ll never know).