Just popping in to share a belated little beauty we left for a private birthday at our perennial favourite, the Hotel St. Cecilia here in Austin. To say we’re obsessed with the St. Cecilia and its gorgeous views would be putting it mildly. That peacock wall really does no wrong, and those ruby hued, double stuff poppies [most definitely not their proper name] were plucked from the garden and were a true feat of nature. Next staycation, perhaps? Incroyable, as they say.
That red chair! That floor! That table! We’ll take it all, please!
And here, the reason for my absence. Otis, a 6-month old lovable canine that we rescued from the Houston pound recently. [they have a 73% kill rate. which breaks my heart into a million pieces and ohmygoodness do not let me loose in an entire wing / building full puppies. I’d take them all home.] He’s the cartoon character to our Gus, the slower-moving lovable moose. They love nothing more than to chase, wrestle, and play tug of war all day. Complete opposites, and yet perfect companions. We’re grateful for this snugglebug, and he’s really settling into our family. Not to mention that the ladies that work with me all seem to adore the little guy, which is pretty awesome. I mean, how could you not?
Otherwise, I feel like I’ve been on the road forever, which really means June. I’ve seen Utah x2, San Diego, Seattle x3, my beloved Vancouver [the first time home in five years! remember this? I got it in spades.], LA, Colorado, and this week I’m off to Palm Springs for a Parker Palm Springs wedding, with McKenzie at my side.
I’m looking forward to being home … for a while. But I have a bunch of other exciting things on the horizon, and most include not sleeping in my own bed. Grateful, yes. [But let’s be honest: I really just want to be snuggling with the pups!]
One: Otis and I meet in Houston; Attempting a snuggle with Gus.
Two: Mount Ranier from the plane; Lunch date at Sitka and Spruce in Seattle.
Three: Sunset on Abbott Kinney, LA; Driving the long way down from Denver to Durango, CO.
Four: Seattle Wedding at the Corson Building; Everything looks better with tapers, at the Corson Building.
We’re heading north to Vancouver! Or at least this lady is – for the month of August. My dearest ML suggested that I go visit family and friends in August to escape the Texas heat and I suddenly found myself daydreaming of all the cabins of my childhood, and beyond.
To help offset travel costs, and because I love the challenge of travelling floristry, I put out a call for weddings in the Seattle / Vancouver / B.C area, waiving travel fees, and suddenly I have one, and possibly two booked! Anyone need a florist or event designer in a rather short time frame? I’m your gal! It looks like it might be from July 29th through end of August.
Know anyone? Pass this along! It’ll be fun to actually whip up some flowers outside and not worry about them instantly wilting in the Texas heat …. not to mention DAHLIAS!
I’m jazzed to re-visit all of my favourite places: Granville Island, the mountain hikes, seawall runs, sushisushisushi, Hornby Island, and all those family and friends I haven’t seen in, oh, five years? ‘Tis overdue, y’all. Very overdue!
Painting: Emily Carr, Big Raven, 1931.
The Kinfolk dinner that we participated in at the end of March was nothing short of perfect. The beautiful location at Johnson’s Backyard Garden, the people and the food were all a nice respite from the busy-ness that occupies most of my time slots. I ended up finding fellow Canadians Nathan [founder and editor of Kinfolk] and Kristopher Orr [the photographer for the evening] and we managed to get in some chatting about hockey, living in the US, work visas, and rugby. Of course.
Wedding season is flying high, with invitation suites and event design taking up every second of the day here — flowers will come soon, no doubt. Spring weather has morphed into what a northerner could consider summer here in Texas [80s and holding!], and I’m timid about the possibility that we might have another mighty, mighty hot summer just like last. My dearest husband mentioned that perhaps, if time and responsibilities allowed for it, that I take back off to Canada for part of August. I don’t know if it’s really feasible, but my West Coast heart sings at the prospect of a mountaintop retreat and slightly cooler temperatures.
To make matters worse, I came across these images of a lookout in Washington State and almost picked up and packed my bags north [west] immediately. Those mountains, that fog—all are etched into my brain from many summers past. I really hope I can make it work, at least for just a little bit. Read More