Cupcake of Peace

Do you know it has been exactly 2 months and 2 days since I last wrote? And even more exciting, it has been exactly 6 months or one half of a year since my 26th birthday. That's right... I am officially 26 and half. Tomorrow I will be closer to 27 than I will be to 26.

Terrifying.

There are so many things I want to be doing- traveling, writing, reading, resting, running, romancing (anything that apparently starts with an 'r' and I'm there.)

I am doing some of these things, and waiting for others to come along, and dreaming about the possibility of the impossible, but it's a tough place to be. 

Dreaming.

So that is why my cupcake of peace awaits and I must ride into the sunset with my yellow and pink swirled frosting. Figuratively only, of course.

Lopsided Cupcake

Oh my... this is one of those weeks.

All topsy-turvy and kind of feeling east coast-like on the westside.

I'm waiting for this to pass. It will.

Hopefully it does before I meet the big dogs on Saturday. That's right... the. big. DOGS.

Cross your fingers, sugar cupcake.

Bright New Cupcake

click goes this something.
and today i feel lighter.
30 days to go.

Candlestick Cupcake

What do you do when you find yourself and another someone stranded somewhere along the road in Culver City?

You wrap yourself in a blanket and blow out a candle. That is putting it in very basic terms and leaving out several important details.

On that note, details, details, details.

My prolonged absence from writing has been due to the fact that I have actually had a summer this year... as in, I am not working 100 hours a week, but am instead going to the beach, and waking up at 5:30a to say hoo-ya, and simply enjoying not being chained to my computer.

I have decorated my new place on cloverdale and I love the fact that when I open the door, it's all mine. Not in a selfish, possesive kind of way, but in a my space, my retreat kind of way.

I have gone up to the bay, out to Boston, and will be heading to Hawaii in less than two weeks. A real vacation for a real summer... minus the cupcakes.

Shower the Cupcake

I went to my very first baby shower this weekend. Knowing T, I knew it would be a beautiful afternoon, and it was.

Babylove. Cupcakes included.

Cupcake Eyes

Wish upon a moon.
It happens when you don't look.
Close your eyes, cupcake.

Daddy Cupcake

It's been a while. This I know. The past few weeks have been peppered with mini-trips and big events and falling in and out of like and lust.

The constant in this change of tides (as always) is my family.

By the grace of good luck, I spent the past five days up north in the bay with my family; exploring the best designers of the city, taking a surprise detour to Treasure Island, watching a play in a mountain, dressing in white and cutting the line, running uninterrupted- if only by a deer- along sawyer camp, and posing for san francisco's bathroom shoot 08.

And, for the cherry on top, it was Father's Day weekend. So, not only did I get to come home, I got to spend Sunday with my Dad, and my Mom and my little sister. In a mountain. Watching a play. I know... Why and how would you watch a play in a mountain? Well, friends, it involves a big yellow school bus and a red ticket. Think Willy Wonka's golden ticket and then replace the gold with red and the fantasy world with an open-air mountain and the Wizard of Oz.

And there you have it.

I want home.

And cupcakes, too.