We’ve been experiencing gorgeous fall weather this week. Cool, a bit rainy and cloudy. It couldn’t be more perfect or more seasonal in my opinion. With fall comes fall allergies, for me any way. I’ve been fighting a residual cough for a couple of weeks now. Elderberry juice to the rescue! There’s been lots of brunching (with all of the delicious brunchy beverages included, on the weekends at least) and kombucha/coffee/muffin runs to the co-op in the morning. I’ve spent lots of time lately camped out in coffee shops–looking for housing, sipping almond milk lattes, and applying to graduate schools. (One application is COMPLETED!) Often there’s a cupcake involved. There’s a lot to look forward to right now, and a lot going on around me. My little town of Carrboro is a whirl of fun and adventure in the fall. This time last year, I was in the thick of thesis writing and searching for mountain houses that I didn’t really get to enjoy all this area has to offer in autumn. In some ways, this fall is a beautiful gift–making up for those days that were so consumed by writing.
what to wear to work (at the restaurant): Carby’s tee, secondhand cotton skirt, vintage bandanna, borrowed (a certain lady would say stolen from her wardrobe) flannel, vegan Tom’s
This is a pretty typical cook’s outfit for me. I have a second hand pair of Danskos I put on as soon as I get to work. Working with knives and hot food sets the stage for potential food disaster if you’re not careful. I often wear cotton during my line cook shifts because it’s breathable and easy to clean. The bandana is a must–I’m a hat girl but not the type I’d want to wear at work. The flannel is for transit, particularly in the cool of evening after finishing a shift. It’s soft and snuggly and keeps me toasty for a drink or two after hours.
I love walking through graveyards. A sunny Sunday afternoon provided the perfect opportunity to walk around and bask in the ever growing glow of fall. Laying back, on the grass, watching the clouds’ puppet show above and reading different names lost to time, kombucha in hand and sweet walking companion at my side was perhaps the best way to spend the afternoon.
Looking at this series of blog posts made me realize that it’s been forever since I did a fashion post. I used to do them far more often. I realized also that I tend toward my more creative outfits during cooler months. What greater time to resurrect an aspect of blogging I so adore than in autumn, my favorite season?
We’re going through a typical NC fall: evenings and mornings so cool you need a jacket, jeans are resurrected from the depths of closets and wardrobes, all cast off (or needed to be cast off) by the afternoon. We have this cycle of coolness and warmth in the fall here that makes dressing daunting. The easiest way around it is of course layers, for me usually over skirts. I deviated from this model this past weekend when I wore a vintage top with skinny jeans, and some of my favorite vegan boots. Again, the heat got the better of me.
By afternoon, I’d switched tops and ended up in the one I just bought. If you ask me, it couldn’t have been more purrfect…
Thinking back on this past month has made me realize that perhaps the easiest way to reflect on Mofo 2013 is through images. September has been a lovely month–the transition from a dying summer into a vibrant fall. October looks as if it’ll be even better. September has been filled with flower picking and pressing, journaling, fancy drinks of all sorts, and long walks outside. Delicious food, attempts at recipe writing (the Mofotivation goal I came up short on) and episodes of Dr. Who. I’m still waiting for a few changes in my life to pan out and take place, and honestly I’m struggling with the sense of urgency that I feel to make some new things happen. Fall seems like the perfect time for these changes to take place, but also a perfect time to strike a balance between acceptance and the desire for change. Stay tuned, and I promise I’ll have another recipe post for you soon. It’s been too long.
The air is beginning to cool here. The leaves are starting to crisp and I’m soaking up every ounce of this glorious season. There’s something about the impending hibernation that makes this season of autumn seem so alive. On the cusp of winter’s sleep the world seems all the more vibrant. It’s a season of change, like a snake shedding its skin. I have a tiny snake now, in the form of my sphinx’s tail. I’ve had a connection to the healing process of this tattoo unlike any other.
I’ve so identified with her transformation from raw, to scaly, to flakes, and finally to flesh. I love watching tattoos sink into skin, and perhaps it’s just this one’s location or maybe it is her significance that has so drawn me to be inspired by her healing.
It’s the perfect time to shed an old snake’s skin and step into a new phase of life. As I mentioned in this post, there are a few changes on our horizon, no updates there yet but stay tuned. Looking back on my photos from the past few days and weeks makes me realize how succinctly they document the fall season here. How lovely, how pale, and ephemeral the dying of the leaves. It’s been delicious brews, carrot cake, and books these past few days. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect way to spend fall.
A lovely walk through downtown Carrboro last week yielded these beautiful blossoms.
One of my Mofotivation goals was to work more on my own art primarily through journaling. I love this medium–it’s portable, a veritable microcosm of sorts, and so personal. Numerous walks have offered lots of chances to swipe up flowers, and my walking companion loves to pick them for me.
I admire their fresh picked beauty for a while, and while still unwilted suspend them in time by encasing them between the pages of my Book. The rose buds proved especially hard to press because of their bulbous shape, but the result was well worth the few days of bulky journal.
I adore all things rose–and the pressed quality of these beauties makes my heart soar.
This strange little flower made the perfect addition to what became a pressed trio. While on our walk, I carried flowers in an empty soda glass soda bottle tucked in my beloved army bag. I had flowers in my hands, flowers in my hair, and now flowers in my little Book.
I’m always so enthralled by the fading of one season into the next. Summer into fall is perhaps my favorite transition. It’s impossible to pick a favorite season. But if I had to choose–the colors, crispness, sights, smells, and sounds of crunching leaves might just win.
My Mofotivation of late: finding balance. Balance between the foods I consume, balancing champagne and pumpkin ale, balancing time alone and the beautiful moments I share with others, balancing quiet time spend with Fini curled up in bed.
I’m drinking lots of kombucha these days–eating generally whatever I please, and exercising frequently. Mostly outside to soak up with dying summer light and bask in the new coolness of autumn.
As summer’s light fades and begins to pale through slowly browning leaves, finding balance could not be more perfect or a more natural process. I’m looking forward to fully enjoying this Carrboro fall, and hoping that a few changes on my horizon pan out in my favor. Stay tuned, and send good vibes our (to include Fini and Beans) way.
MOFOTIVATiON! One of my major motivations lately has been the act of doing something purely and truly out of self care. I shared my leg tattoo with you all recently, and at that session I made an appointment for a second piece, to commemorate the journey my life has taken so far–the forks in the path just like the forked tongue on my sphinx’s tail have held many surprises. I felt the need to commemorate my new time, space, place, and the transitions I’ve undergone in recent months. Also, it kind of goes along with this part of Mofotivation…
I’m so connected to the process of tattooing. From idea to drawing to stencil to skin to ink to saran wrap I love it all. I was able to capture a few in process photos this time around.
In pale morning light, the beautiful sphinx the way that I see her–wings first.
My original idea was a double headed sphinx by Leonor Fini. My artist drew up an image of this sphinx but after looking at more of Fini’s sphinxes and some French Mannerist sphinx sculptures he came up with this. I had a choice between the two, and I knew the moment that I saw her this sphinx was the marker I’d been waiting for. This is only phase one. Like my last tattoo, color will be on round two. We’re thinking a classic palette of steely blue, green, red, and gold. Stay tuned for the finished product,
In case I haven’t said it enough yet, this weekend was GLORIOUS. While Saturday was filled with beautiful light, golden hour walks, champagne on the beach, and beautiful old boats, Sunday was as calm as the sea strangely was. Almost lake-like in its stillness, it made for perfect swimming. It always amazes me the way that just a few hours can so change the ocean from its intensity to its color.
The day began similarly to Saturday–big plates of breakfast. Tofu scramble for me, a huge cup of coffee to wash away the remnants of the previous night’s champagne, and multi grain sourdough bread smeared with vegan cream cheese. Prepared and eaten while watching one of my favorite animated movies.
Then it was down to the water’s edge for some of the loveliest swimming I’ve had in ages, basking in the sun, and searching for shells. We came back up to the condo starved, and I made big plates of quesadillas using habanero lime tortillas from Trader Joe’s, Trader Joe’s vegan mozz, spinach, mushrooms, black beans, and left over soy beef from the night before. Served up and garnished the right way with guac and Tofutti and washed down with PBR.
There’s nothing quite like eating the perfect meal overlooking the ocean.
Especially if you’re drinking one of these. After a much needed and much enjoyed nap, we were forced by time and circumstance to leave the ocean behind.
On the way out of town I met Fred and Ginger, two Ospreys who have nested in the same place for over 10 years. I think this was Ginger, who was none too enthused with the camera being aimed her way. She let me know by calling to me, or perhaps to Fred…
Evidently the outer parts of my eyes decided to match the ocean.