dear monday 31.8.15

It’s a long weekend in LA… Santa Monica beach is buzzing with celebrations… summer is almost over… it’s been a hot day and the sun is nearing the horizon… the water is cool… the mood playful… there’s a buzzing kinda energy in the air… we have excitement and anticipation in our hearts… we’ve started the big adventure that we’ve been talking about for months.

It’s nearly a year to the day since this was taken yet all those emotions come flooding back in a heartbeat when I look at this photo… I just love how photos can transport us.

Santa Monica Beach. LA. September 2014.

 

What? Greeting Mondays with gratitude and memories of dreams come true.

How? Sharing a favourite 2014 holiday photo every Monday in 2015. 

Why? Cos I don’t like Mondays so I’m going to fight them with sweet moments.

You? Feel free to join in #dearmonday2015 (leave a link in the comments below so we can see it!)

See? You can see other dear mondays here

more about how this all came about here

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dear monday 17.8.15

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The beautiful big beach of Santa Monica. California USA September 2014.

 

 

What? Greeting Mondays with gratitude and memories of dreams come true.

How? Sharing a favourite 2014 holiday photo every Monday in 2015. 

Why? Cos I don’t like Mondays so I’m going to fight them with sweet moments.

You? Feel free to join in #dearmonday2015 (leave a link in the comments below so we can see it!)

See? You can see other dear mondays here

more about how this all came about here

dear monday 12.1.15

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The pretty pink dusky view from Griffith Observatory at Sunset, LA. September 2014.

dear monday 

What? Greeting Mondays with gratitude and memories of dreams come true.

How? Sharing a favourite 2014 holiday photo every Monday in 2015. 

Why? Cos I don’t like Mondays so I’m going to fight them with sweet moments.

You? Feel free to join in #dearmonday2015

more about how this all came about here

 

postcards from usa… the joshua tree desert

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We left the high rise buildings and hustle bustle of LA, and watched the landscape slowly become more desolate until it became the desert. It was classic, iconic, Americana desert. Despite the lack of those big old tumbleweeds it did feel like being in an old western movie. Yuccas en mass, scattered amongst small low growing shrubs and bushes. Big ol’ boulders stacked precariously and cracked from years of mother natures loving forces. The big black crow watching us from his vantage point atop of the largest rock. The teeny lizards nervously darting about. A striking sparse, open, and quiet landscape.
Then the special rock. A candle, an inscription on the rock, the feather from a black crow. There is most certainly a special vibe around this rock, a kind of calm peace. It’s the special place in the Joshua Tree Desert that means something to any Gram Parsons fan. We listened to our new obscure little releases of Gram cd’s driving in and out, and I felt sad for the loss of so many talented musicians that have left this earth so young. And at the same time I felt grateful, for the beautiful music they have left behind for us to enjoy decades after they made it. Music that stands the test of time.
Our day trip out to the desert was the highlight on this last leg of our holiday in LA. We fly home tonight with hearts full of gratitude and wonderful memories, feeling so damn blessed and lucky. Will write again as soon as I’ve settled back into normality. I have some beautiful baby alpaca yarn I can’t wait to show you!

postcards from usa… santa monica

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On a balmy summers Saturday night we walked along Santa Monica Pier and watched the sun set over the beach. It felt surreal and dreamlike, partly from the jet lag and partly because we were no longer talking about when we would walk along Santa Monica Pier, we were actually doing it… what a buzz! Buba Gump Shrimps, churros, fairy floss, fortune tellers, fisherman, singers, dancers, swimmers, and some dude with two massive snakes around his neck, all attracting their own crowds… all the while, the happy and sometimes freaked out screams from the thrill seekers on the rides at Pacific Park, filled the air. A pretty cool end to my second Saturday night this week!