Flour Is In Her Hair

A girl with some thoughts, some sketches and some inclination to bake.

Month: September, 2015

Already Fall’in

I’m currently wearing moccasin slippers and a summer dress. Pretty great look, right? A perfect synonym to my feelings about heading into this chilly-ish season.

I love fall. I’m a shameless basic bitch. Pumkin Spice Lattes transformed my life last year (late bloomer). While I didn’t quite experience the changing of the leaves in dusty ol’ Arizona, I do appreciate the colors of foliage and their ever-present role in crafting. The type that is SO impressive after you’ve spent 5 hours gluing your fingers together just to find it was actually not that cute when you take it out of storage the following year. I’ll slide right into some leggings and pretend I can appropriately wear them to work with a tunic (aka shrunken dress). And all you men who think women frequently shave past September ha. HA.HA. It’s hibernatin’ season, boys! Confirm with Gillette. Sales are downnnn. Fall is HERE.

Then again, I have yet to sip my calorie laden latte and just recently entertained the idea of a scarf. I’m still weaning off fruit Popsicles and already missing the early sunrise. Summer left too soon and Fall came on too strong. San Francisco gave me like a week to get a “tan” and wear all the sundresses I accidentally pretended I needed.

Typical of life, I want it all but I’ve got to go with the flow. Welcome Fall. I am almost ready for you.

People vs. Places: My Experience with Urban Living

Satisfaction isn’t where you are. It took me thousands of dollars worth of rent and several years to realize that joy isn’t sourced through living in a beautiful location with infinite ability to explore and spend lots more money and say you did this or that. I know that (to a lot of people) this is a really satiating experience. I won’t glide past the glorious aspects of living in an urban setting just because of my overall disappointment in it.There are many moments where I look at my life through a rose colored lens and I can’t believe I live somewhere so magnificent, rich and vivacious. But those are moments. Daily life is still daily life. The sun climbing the sky and splinters of light slipping through the skyscrapers on my walk into work – that is breathtaking – but I’m still walking to work…

The city makes me feel smaller and lonelier and so extrinsic in value that almost nothing feels sacred. Being with people, sharing real conversations- peppered with humor but steeped in truth – those are the moments that bring me peace and happiness. Thinking back to travelling abroad – my favorite locations were the ones where I had great company. It is never where you are as much as who you are with.