A Dog Who Is Ready For The Weekend and Would Like to Not Think About Work For 24 Hours Oh Wait That’s Me (2018)
Suspiciously enjoying this incredible stretch of golden autumn days in Portland and all the nice light it’s bringing as I’ve been cooped up inside the house working nonstop. • I don’t share much from the downstairs part of our #notquiteprimrose project because aside from putting in new carpet last year, we’re still not sure what to do with it. I popped this plant down here a few weeks ago though and it’s literally brought life to a previously dead space - it must respond well to Fortnite and Big Mouth, the things most recently and frequently on the tv down here (??) because it is thriving and making me so smiley!
Never not hunting for unique art or prints to decorate our white walls. Found these monogram studies by J.M. Bergling at @theasvintageliving today - on the hunt for a “J” next...
I saw A Star Is Born last night and I’ll never be the same again?
It’s fall in the local pioneer cemetery again. I have walked there with the dog hundreds and hundreds of mornings now and new secrets and stories are revealing themselves to me all the time. Like this gorgeous engraved type that caught my eye on this little headstone- the size of which should have been a giveaway that it was to commemorate a similarly little life. This cemetery is one of the only places I’ve ever come to know so intimately and regularly- I’ve encountered quiet coyotes and made friends with the other 8:30 AM dog walkers. I mark my own year against the changing colors, the level of moisture, the volume of leaves on branches, the amount and type of debris underfoot. It feels good and right to be in rhythm and community with a few acres of nature, with a place that holds old sadnesses and begets new joys.
The commercial we filmed at #notquiteprimrose a few months back is now apparently live as my aunt has texted me both during the Today show and an HGTV session to say she saw us. Here we are “home shopping” in our own kitchen (it’s called ACTING, learn about it) which has never been this clean before or since. The ad is for @onpointcu of which I’ve actually been a member since I was 15 and through whom I bought my first car, so I can honestly say I stand behind the brand and that they’ve made a positive impact in my life. 💚 Also- let’s get my hot husband an agent already! I’m ready to be a stage-wife. • Shout out to my decade-long friendship with @hawkinsjustin who hooked us up with the gig!•
FACTS, DUH. • I was lucky enough to be asked by @paperepiphanies to do some lettering and calligraphy work for their latest card line, including this one! If you aren’t familiar with this brand, you’re going to love their sassy, bold, thoughtful letterpressed cards for all occasions. (Photo from @paperepiphanies 💕)
Took a little traipse down memory lane this weekend and dragged my husband along to his first (good) college football experience at my alma mater, and after a heartstabbing overtime loss to Stanford was reminded why I don’t watch sports anymore.
• Fun blast from the past fact:: I created and ran a sports education and commentary website called YouThrowLikeAGirl.com for a few years. We were getting tens of thousands of page views per month and it was really fun to write and shoot the shit about sports and create content with @tiffanyannesc and @klzvb86 via email. It was all I wanted to do. And then... living in NYC at the time, sports became less of the connector, the social glue that it had for me growing up. I had so many new, interesting ways of connecting with people that I was able to let go a little ...and then a lot and... hoo boy, reader, let me tell you. It was a relief. An opening of brain space. That feeling you get after you clean your house and take a dozen bags to drop off at a charity? That’s how it felt. I got my fall Saturdays and Sundays back, I no longer had to subscribe to a bunch of channels -or tv at all- I started to drink less. And then, honestly, I accidentally deleted all YTLAG.com files as I was trying to switch servers (or something? I dunno, honestly which was probably part of the problem) and then it was like, wellp, that was that I suppose. Onto the next thing! •
This sunny Saturday in Eugene was a great reminder to me that sports can bring people in from out of town for long overdue catch-ups (@pdiddydoodle), and can be part of long-standing family traditions (@kjensen4), a reason to reach out and say hi (@danimetzshu), and can be the basis of some hilariously fun memories (@mynamjephph) and a reason to make a new memory (@mastrella7) ...even if that memory is going to be forever tainted by a preventable fumble, an overturned touchdown, egregious calls from a pack of cheating refs, disappointment, the bleak infinity of a cannibalistic PAC-12... but like whatever!! I said I don’t care anymore!!! IT’S ALL FINE.•
Go Ducks forever, anyway, amen. 💚💛
Weird little abstract Texas desert sunset painting. Acrylic on wood panel. 9x12”
I went to a free drawing class at the Portland Art Museum a few weeks ago and just got to sit and draw for two hours. It was basically heaven. We got five colored pencils and this piece of paper and were instructed to go forth into the museum, pick a piece, draw it, and then reconvene to discuss. It was so cool to see what everyone else chose- pieces I’d never stop to look at, sculptural pieces, really abstract paintings- as a reminder that we are all inspired by different subjects and colors and feelings. It was just as fascinating to see how the other participants hide to visually interpret and represent what they saw. • I sat down in front of Karl Hofer’s painting “Frühe Stunde (Early Hour)” because I liked the dog.