Entries from August 2013

friday i’m in love {maine edition}

August 30, 2013

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friday kisses on your heads!
our vacation is winding down, and already i can feel my depression start to creep in; slithering on the low-down, like a poisonous snake who hides in wait.
this has been my most favorite vacation ever.
peaceful has a new color palette and coastline.
besides my obvious adoration of maine, here are a few of my friday favorites:
 in addition to the sound of our front yard seals ding-dong’ing the buoy bells in sweet-sounding nighttime horseplay, our soundtrack this week has been the moody, oceanic din of juliana barwick. described as a cross between sigur ross and a cathedral chorus, ms. barwick’s haunted music has provided the perfect back drop to the end of summer at the sea. you can listen to the whole album for free. but i’m sure, like me, you’ll end up purchasing this and other of ms. barwick’s beautiful music too.
one of maine’s many surprises is her selection of delicious, home-roasted, organic coffees. my favorite has been wicked joes. besides the curl-my-toes strong flavor, these all-organic and fair-traded beans are also certified “bird friendly;” i didn’t know there was such a thing, but i’m happy to have another eco-ordinance to worry about whence purchasing my food. wicked joes is also approved and endorsed by the rainforest alliance.
regardless it’s fantastic coffee and y’all should buy some!
jeansso this is my 6th day of maine-lining the vacation state’s state treasure: homemade ice cream; more on this week-long binge to come.
had it not been for my GAP 1969 destroyed sexy boyfriend jean, hunkiest and i would have spent many hours at the portland mall hunting down bed sheets for me to tie together as a makeshift toga in an effort to accommodate the expanding circumference of both my ice cream loving waistline and thighs.
the “sexy” moniker of the 1969 sexy boyfriend jean was lost somewhere on tuesday as i face-planted into my 4th scoop of creamy blueberry bliss.
nevertheless these jeans are the best! super cute, comfortable and homemade ice cream friendly.
i would though like to acknowledge to annie dean. i’m not the only fan of these jeans.
mrs. dean loves them too.
they are the perfect pant apparently…
especially when you’re 3 weeks postpartum like little, tiny-already, mrs. dean.
as if i couldn’t feel MORE unattractive?
annie, i know you’re queen of propriety and manners so a sincere “fuck off” seems appropriate, yes?
i’ll see your “postpartum” and raise you a pre-pre-pre-pre natal {and not even trying-but you’ll know first mrs. burns} fat ass.
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wishing you a sunny-skied labor day weekend filled with watermelon slices, white jeans {boyfriend style,} fresh sangria, sandy feet, and while you’re at, some homemade ice cream.
see you on the other side of sunday m’loves.
oh yeah….please like me….if you like me….thankyouiloveyoubye!


August 26, 2013

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~what do you do when your real life exceeds your dreams?

~you keep it to yourself. 

BROADCAST NEWS, james l. brooks.

sorry loves, but i can’t contain this….maine is my new necessary.

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not even 48 hours into our stay and maine has declared “game, set, match.”

the levels of bewitch are painful; my face hurts from smiling, and how many more times can a girl cry at the sound of seagulls happily cawing into the warm, night wind?

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we are hiding off the tip of bailey island, where american flags gaily compete for top flight in skies so blue, they scoff at photo shop and “filters.”

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the see-through, aquamarine water has an integrity not experienced in the tropics or warmer vacation climates i’ve gravitated toward.



but invigorating and life-affirming; a wake-up call to my senses that have gone lazy and lax.

here, the sea is a bloodline; pumping soul into the hearts of all who live here.

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 so far our only adventure has been into the popped collar and ivy league sweatshirt town of kennebunkport.

waspy element aside {oh who are we kidding i was dying a happy, exalted breath every time i saw a pair of madras shorts,} this lively hamlet welcomed us with eye-watering bloody marys, and an introduction to the state treasure known as “homemade ice cream.”

i foresee the purchase of elastic waistband pants; maybe even a muu-muu–and that’s just for hunkiest.

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if i’m really honest though this place could be a total trash-can and we’d still be the giddiest clams in the bucket.

not even 30 seconds standing on our driveway and we were greeted with tongues and tails from the girls next door.

daisy is the older lass. she is sweet, demure, mannerly and plays quietly in our grass for hours.

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and when she’s not on her back dancing for the sun and the clouds, lily, the younger sister, romps around the property, stealing tennis balls, barking chatting up seagulls, and looking for dropped table scraps.

sounds like another girl i know.

maine. i’m officially seduced.

are we friends yet? 


August 22, 2013


so maine and i have an eight day courtship beginning tomorrow.

i have never been to maine.

i haven’t planned a thing other than our house, which is an exhale away from the ocean.

do you have any suggestions or tips to make our trip unforgettable?


fair warning: hunkiest and i don’t make the most adventurous of wonder twin power heroes. 

when we were in costa rica we left our hotel once, and that was to go back to the airport on our way home. the only zip-line i rode was the elevator to the spa, and the only rainforest i saw was an unfortunate gentleman in dire need of a wax, sunning himself and his “forest” at the pool….i ended drinking A LOT that afternoon. #myeyes

therefore, while i appreciate any suggestions for sightseeing please keep in mind that our version of kayaking is taking a photo of the kayak in front of the pretty lake….maybe wearing a cute kayak outfit….but don’t actually expect either of us tools to get in the actual watercraft.


for example, i may not actually ride the boat, but damn it, i’ll wear the boat shoes…if they flatter my japanese legs.


just like there are trans-gendered {hello chelsea!} souls, i believe there are also people who are trans-coastal.

although i was born and raised in southern california, and i do love her so, i am convinced i am an east coaster trapped in the body, house and life of a west coast girl.

i dream in seersucker and shingle.

instead of hormone replacement therapy i’m ingesting the madras cocktail and cod.

DCF 1.0

one thing i do not eat is lobster.

apparently this little monster is like prom king in maine.

 i’m hoping to find some sugary substitutions.


my intent is to go forehead to forehead with miss atlantic ocean; her no-nonsense, salty, sea, air– a strong detox to the hippy-dippy california la-la living of the last few months, will hopefully help me clear out some excess luggage, and maybe even ditch a trailer or two…


so ready or not here i come. head first, into a week of ocean-side, northeast living.

my happy can’t be contained.

thursday lovely to you.

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