Katy VO: Oh cool that window is so reflective! How do they do that? Why do they do that?! I feel like it might cause accidents. Dummies distracted by shiny things and vanity. Hahaha oh man I look dumb. I should take a pic of this stupid outfit and call it, like, Urban Hiking. No that’s dumb. Wait, is this someone’s office? Fuck it is. There is a person literally facing this window. OK pretend like you knew the whole time! Smile at them and wave! Good good now make that “call me” sign…This is worse. Ok. Just go.”
I have always seen our home as this big Live/Work art project, but it wasn’t until recently realized how important it is for me to always be working on it in some way. Maybe it is just something small like organizing a space that needs attention or, you know, water the plants or some other mature responsible thing.
So whatever. There are a billion projects that I want to do, and it is really easy to get caught up in the other dumb stuff, that I forget to take time and appreciate of the space that we have created. So I am going to start documenting it.
This is our living room, and it is so special to me. It is a very large, beautiful space and the goal is to celebrate it’s openness while also making it cozy and inviting. The built in shelves are a perfect showcase for our pictures and art. I have tried to use surfaces to strategically layer pieces in a way that provides depth without creating too much clutter.
We originally played with using the furniture to divide the room into different sections, which was fun, but ultimately made the space less functional. I am really liking the openness of this new arrangement.
Most of our furniture was found at the Melrose Trading Post, with the exception of the coffee table (Urban Home) and the couch (Apartment Therapy Classifieds!)
Instead of painting we have been collecting colorful art work that A) brightens up the white walls, B) helps tie all the furniture together and C) accentuates those wood ceiling beams! A lot of our art was also found at the Trading Post, but recently we have been adding pieces from this really dope site, Society6. They have nice, colorful prints at a variety of price points. While none of them are “my most favorite art ever” they allow us to add a little sophistication without taking ourselves too seriously :)
The windows are spectacular, and instead of covering them with curtains we have been playing using plants as curtains instead of fabric. It helps keep the room private without sacrificing sunlight.
So that is our living room. If you have questions or suggestions I would love your feedback!
spotted “Carmen San Diego”
“Two 2” can you spot the difference(s?)
"Three Puppies Napping One" and "Two"
Captured a little bit of magic on my walk today
I regrettably realize that I was far more interesting as a child. I think that this is probably the case with many people, but certainly for myself. There is a very precious period of time in a young person’s life when they are old enough to begin thinking independently and form their own unique personality. It is a period of development (ideally) unhindered by adult worries, or self-consciousness, and is fueled primarily by curiosity, instinct and joy.
During my “Intellectual Awakening” I was fat and pretty weird. Not weird in the way that is currently cool. It was more like the slightly greasy, oblivious, and overly imaginative kind of weird. I thankfully still lacked self awareness and was unabashedly happy consuming large bowls of pie and ice cream, reading books, putting on backyard variety shows for no one in particular, pretending to be Nancy Drew and publishing my quarterly neighborhood newsletters.
That’s right, neighborhood newsletters. To be fair, the Sequoia Subscription was less of a newsletter and more of a stapled pamphlet highlighting little bits of largely fabricated neighborhood gossip, nonsensical doodles, fake ads and whatever writing piece that I had recently composed for school. The inspiration for the Subscription came when my family purchased our first computer. I saw an opportunity to really make a difference in our little community.
When I wasn’t news papering, I would spend hours in our tiny back yard, which my mother had named the Secret Garden (adorable, I know), with a book and a stack of snacks. Two tall oak trees flanked the garden; their branches almost completely covered the space like a canopy. I loved it.
I remember very distinctly the day my parents broke the news: our hideous old lady neighbor was forcing us to cut down at least one of these beautiful trees. She claimed that their roots were disrupting her driveway, and she would sue if we didn’t comply.
I had never seen such injustice. I always knew there was something fishy about this woman, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on what exactly. Now it was crystal clear: Penny was tree killer. A ruthless, cold hearted killer and she was gunning for our precious oak. Such a villain needed to be stopped.
Time was of the essence and I needed to take swift action, so I turned to the Sequoia Subscription to help disseminate news about the forthcoming slaughter with an emergency bulletin.
My piece ran something like this:
“She who will not be named but lives at 430 Sequoia has taken it upon herself to destroy the Stoll family’s precious Oak – an ancient home to squirrels and birds alike. If you are a supporter of trees, please join me in a protest next Saturday morning in the family’s secret garden.”
I was set on rallying the neighborhood and chaining myself to the trunk, declaring that they would need to, “get through me to get to that tree.” You know, just like they do on TV and stuff.
Yet on that fateful Saturday, no protestors showed up; my brothers slept in and I don’t even think that my father was there. It was just me and our family’s golden retriever Sam.
I had made Sam a sign to wear around her neck, and myself a shirt reading, “Save the Tree!” We looked great, but despite my best efforts, the landscapers embarrassedly avoided my eyes and went about their business. I couldn’t watch. I ran inside vowing that I wouldn’t be able to eat for a week.
That night there came a knock at our back door. It was Penny, she was sobbing and smelled of booze. It seems that while my efforts had done little to stop the course of action, they had sent Penny into a drunken tailspin.
My parents awkwardly listened as she apologized, but our sympathy didn’t last long because after she was done begging our forgiveness, she proceeded to ask my mother’s advice on how to approach the Williams’ regarding their intrusive Willow.
It seems that the Willow was clogging her rain gutters with it’s leaves. Yep. No doubt about it. Penny really was a tree killer! She literally couldn’t stand trees. And by proxy, that must mean she couldn’t stand oxygen or shade or rings that tell you how old you are or really anything good! She was evil and I had my proof. I figured it would be best if we just took her out of the equation right there before she got her murderous hands on another family’s foliage. I prepared for battle
But my Mom! My sweet, patient Mom. Who always handles tough situations gracefully and with strength simply laughed and said, “Oh, leave it alone Penny, please! There are better things to worry about in life than encroaching trees.”
And she was right. It was so clear and so true, there are better things to worry about in life, and there are better enemies than lonely old women. Standing there, eavesdropping for the staircase, I had a personal breakthrough. For the first time I realized that what was done was done, and I suddenly felt remorse for how I had made this sad lady feel. It was time to let go and move on.
When I look back at this situation, I am amazed by childhood resilience. When you are young, moving on and letting go is such an easy task. A quick, instinctual decision then the ability to quickly forget, forgo ego and adapt to new situations. I wish that was a skill I had carried with me into adulthood.
So if you live in Southern California (or are friends with any Southern Californians on any social media outlet) I assume you are aware that we have been experiencing a slew of seismic activity lately. None of the quakes thus far have been too intense, but it has served as a sobering reminder that the big one IS coming…and there really is no excuse for us to be unprepared.
I have spent the past few days collecting items for our Earthquake Emergency Kit and as a native Californian who has gone through a few quakes already, I thought I would share my personal list so that you too can be prepared.
Take a look and let me know if you think anything is missing!
Multivitamins This is an essential. You have no idea what kind of atmospheric damage your body will be enduring, so plan ahead and keep it healthy! Your body needs a lot of vitamins but you don’t want a bunch of pill bottles rattling around. Do yourself a favor and find a good multi. Trust me, you’ll need the space in your bag ;).
First Aid Kit This one is a no brainer. No emergency bag would be complete with out a first aid kit for your pet. Dogs are stupid and can’t take care of themselves. Plan ahead so you don’t have to make any tough decisions that you will regret in non emergency circumstances.
Make up It might be the end of days but that isn’t an excuse not to look your best. Plan ahead. Stock up on the makeup that makes you feel your prettiest and make sure you have enough to last at least 3 months. No need to go crazy, just some foundation, liner, blush, bronzer, mascara and maybe high definition powder. Also make sure to pack cleansing towels and dry shampoo. Don’t waste precious water staying clean, that would be irresponsible. Also, sunscreen is a MUST! Wrinkles are gross.
Underwear I don’t know about you, but my very worst fear is running out in the middle of the night, stranded without a bra and underwear. So plan ahead! Pack a few panty changes, and make it something pretty. Just because society is in chaos doesn’t mean you can’t hook up.
Pre Planned Outfits Along those same lines you should probably pack a few changes of clothes. Plan ahead! I would suggest really thinking about how you want to BRAND yourself post earthquake. This is important. Personally, I have opted for looks that say, “one bad bitch” so that no one will mess with me, but that is just one route you can take. Have fun with this! It is your future.
Candy If you do nothing else do THIS. If you think that convenience stores will be open you are a fool on a fool’s errand. I suggest you pick up fruity based candy, such as Starbursts or Airheads, since chocolate stands a chance of melting (plus - more vitamins! Fruit is good for you) but if your kit MUST include chocolate, make it something cheap. Only foolish people waste their money on chocolate.
Emergency Mix Music is the best. You don’t want to be the guy making his Emergency Playlist during the quake, so plan ahead! My list is called the “ApocaPlaylist” but other options include, “The ApocaList” or “Party Like the Earth’s Shakin”. Anything upbeat is a solid choice, but you can’t go wrong with music that is melancholy and reflective (Coldplay??) considering the circumstances. I would suggest avoiding anything too “anti-establishment” if you don’t want to ruffle feathers.
Also, If you have one, def pack a Guitar or Ukelele. Everyone loves the guy who brings a guitar to the party, so bring a guitar to the party. That cutie in the camp site next to yours is sure to be vibin’.
Megaphone If you are like me, you are going to be at a loss as to what to do with yourself while Twitter is down. Plan ahead. Might I suggest investing in a megaphone? That is the way our parents communicated and shared links before they had technology, and if it was good enough for them it should be good enough for us when every other option is broken.
Ok, so that’s what is in my bag! What do you have in your emergency kit?
Throughout my last night at SXSW I was coming up with reasons to cross behind this one news crew that was interviewing people on the street. I must have done it like 20 times. Turns out the “news crew” was from Jimmy Kimmel. Too bad they didn’t catch on to my bit during their bit.
Check out Cody Johnston and I at the 4:30 mark for one of our ongoing plot lines “Oh there you are, where are our friends? I think they are over here!”