While it’s technically Boxing Day
I’m still wishing you all a very Merry Christmas.
As for us, we’re going to drag out our white one
for as long as possible!
I have this funny memory from high school. A couple of girlfriends and I were cruising the rural routes of South Dakota late one night before Christmas (there may have been an older boy or two along for the ride). We were driving around checking out the houses that were lit for the holidays. As we spotted the glow of lights in the distance one of us would announce “Oh look, it’s the yuletide season” in our best, most awful British accents. We repeated this pubescent goofiness over and over, giggling ’til it hurt. It seems pretty silly now but it left an indelible mark because that moment surfaces every year during the holidays and this year is no exception.
We cooked up a little yuletide magic of our own last week. ”Oh look…”
In a nod to my family’s honey business the angel on our tree is a little bee doll.
Next to the ornaments made by my nieces she’s my favorite thing on the tree.
While we were back East for Thanksgiving we took a drive up the New England coast to spend our last night in Kennebunkport, Maine. We love the idea of a cozy inn but aren’t exactly classic B&B people. We found The Inn at English Meadows and as far as finding our perfect spot, we sort of nailed it. Our sweet & savvy hosts Eric and Liz moved to Maine after growing professional careers in NYC’s apparel industry. Leveraging their obvious sense of style they remodeled this lovely victorian home to reflect a more contemporary, less traditional esthetic. They’ve completely mastered the art of cozy + modern. From the bed linens to the bath products, everything was warm and tasteful (bath products were my very faves from Malin & Goetz). And don’t get me started about the breakfast portion of the program. I only wish I’d nabbed a photo or two of the poached pears with marscapone or the homemade pancakes with fresh Maine maple syrup. Some moments simply can’t be interrupted.
Such a great way to spend the last night of our holiday.
If you get the chance, please book a night or two with Eric and Liz.
We’re already cooking up an excuse to go back!
Eight years ago I packed up my life in Boston, loaded up the old Honda and hit the Mass Pike westbound for San Francisco. After one too many heartbreaks and dreadful winters I’d had it with New England. Six years earlier, I had moved to Boston, taking a chance on love that, at the time, I felt was worth taking. He begged, I went. Of course, you know how that story ends. When it did, I was certain that Boston must have something else in store for me. That the universe, God, my late relatives and angels…all of them must have had a hand in this disastrous messiness and that something happy and ‘big’ was going to happen. In Boston.
That being the case, I was determined to suck it up, settle in and wait for the inevitable ‘it’. So, I waited. And waited. And froze and waited. Years went by and in the end it seemed that Boston had simply been a wrong turn or maybe a test that I’d failed. It was time to acknowledge defeat and beat it back to Cali. That December I left and quite literally didn’t look back.
Until a few months ago when Nigel suggested that we spend Thanksgiving with his siblings who live outside of Boston.
And so…it was.
I now can see that my time in Boston wasn’t about unrequited love or impossible winters. Something much bigger was happening all along. While I was waiting for lightning to strike my dearest friendships and some of my most special memories were were being forged. I miss that time, those friends and the place. Boston, you’re alright. I’ll see you again soon. xo
Tomorrow its off to Boston for a feast a la familia.
But tonight in Venice it’s a night out a la me ‘n him.
My Mother has been walking between 5-10 miles a day for the past couple of years. Of course she looks and feels fantastic and given that she and my Step-Dad, Jim spend the winter months traveling the country, her strolls often allow her to explore some beautiful, uncharted territory.
I’m a walker too. I’m not logging Mom-like miles but it’s how I prefer to navigate and see a place. A couple of years ago I shared a walk to my office in San Francisco. This morning, my camera and I hit the streets of our new(ish) neighborhood.
Today’s observation: it appears as though Venice is a tricky treatin’ kind of town!
The yard ornaments in the hood are pretty clever. A reflection of the FX and movie make-up talent around these parts, no doubt.
Later tonight our street shuts down for a showing of
It’s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown and Rear Window.
Have a great Halloween!