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Have you ever wanted something for a really, really long time but for whatever silly reason you never got around to buying it? For as long as I can remember, I've wanted a record player. It certainly wasn't anything I needed or even thought about on a daily basis, but it had been in the back of my mind for quite awhile. Every time I looked at my small (but cherished) collection of records, it

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Since the beginning of the year, I've been working on a fairly complicated Resolutions + Intentions list for 2012. (More on that later.) Initially it had a clause that said, "Shoot more photography with my camera and less with my iPhone," because after nearly a year of preferring my iPhone over my DSLR, I was starting to get paranoid that maybe I was ruining myself as a photographer. Even though

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Last week, Desi posted on Instagram a beautiful photo of stock simmering on her stove. Shortly after, Kate and I commented that we were both "stock cheaters." While Kate was inspired to start making her own, I continued with my own diatribe that "I felt like it wasn't worth the effort due to the amount of stock I use each week, blah blah blah." Naturally, as soon as I'd commented, I couldn't get

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Yesterday we said a teary goodbye to my family that had been visiting for the past month. We'd been on many adventures together and had a warm, full house over the holidays. It was so nice to have them around! I even managed to step away from my computer to actively engage in that special time we had together. Though we were sad to split ways, there was a small part of me that looked forward to

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I woke up this morning with what I imagine were borderline panic attack symptoms. Oh La Befana, I have so much to do! I felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. As I grabbed my morning java (ie. the equivalent of 5 espressos, you know, to help calm the Arrhythmia), I sat down to check out Blogworld where I read no less than 26 "Gift Guide" and/or "Remember the reason for the

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A few years ago, I remember commenting on a blog about my marriage. "We never fight," I said. "Things are great. You shouldn't be going through this much drama so early on in your relationship. You're in marriage counseling before you're even married!" All facts pointed towards impending doom, but they married anyway. Some people chided back to me, "That's impossible! No marriage is perfect. I

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Bah Humbug! It's Thanksgiving and I couldn't be any less excited. Frankly, I'm feeling pretty down about the whole thing. I've been too busy with work to even think about it, as evidenced by my eleventh hour planning last night. This has somehow turned into my least favorite holiday... It's not that I'm not grateful. I am truly thankful for all of my blessings and I promise that once I stop

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Last week, I spoke of my morning ritual. Tonight, I'd like to chat about our "good nights." But unlike mornings, this isn't in terms of Ayurveda or products... because frankly, our nightly routine consists of wine, bath time and ultimately, happily sleeping babes. From the time I weaned my children (17 and 26 mos. respectively), we swapped out breastfeeding with books and song. I have a feeling

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I may be notorious for constantly switching things up, but I'm a creature of habit when it comes to my morning routine. Since I'm admittedly a night person, several years ago I started following a series of Ayurvedic-inspired "habits" to ease me into each day. This ritual is nurturing, predictable and self-loving. I can't always control how my day will turn out, but I can start it off on the

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These past 6 weeks have been some of my busiest ever. I hated to ruin last week's momentum, but I had no choice but to focus on my photography work. You can check out some sneak peeks over on my FB Photography page, if you like! :) Nothing helps me stay focused better than watching an inspiring video about a rad photographer. Frank Ockenfels is brilliant! I love his work and quite possibly his

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Remember my Minimalist Pantry idea? After a whopping two whole posts, I abandoned it for fear that 1. everyone already had their own homemade pantry and 2. the recipes I planned to share were too boring. But the fact of the matter is, a pantry isn't about complicated and fancy recipes. The whole point is that they are simple, healthier homemade versions of the basics. So here we are again...

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Once upon a time, 1989 to be exact, I spent the night at my new friend Jill's house. Her parents had a big whirlpool bathtub, which for whatever reason seemed fancy at the time, so I took a bath before going to bed that night. (Stay with me.) I reached over to borrow their shampoo, which happened to be Aveda's Shampure, and from that day forward, I've used Aveda products ever since. Not only

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The idea that I am not coming off genuine or relatable here is a really hard thing to swallow. For years on end, I readily shared every story about myself and my past with anyone willing to listen; the good, the bad, the wild, the embarrassingly awful things that no one should talk about again. I told it all. I used to think that all my quirks and foibles made me more interesting -- but now

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I promise to answer your questions from last week's post, but I need to decompress after an intense weekend of work and travel. In the meantime, I was compelled to write about a fantastic documentary I watched last night called, "Beats, Rhymes & Life: The Travels of A Tribe Called Quest."  {Flashback time!} It's funny to think that a bunch of (mostly) white people in Alaska (about as far away

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I'm off to San Diego for a weekend of photo shoots and hanging with Jora and her lovely crew. Fingers crossed, I finally get to meet Desi, too! Why do all the best girls have to live in California? Before I go I wanted to leave you with a new mixtape. I've been rocking most of these songs for the past couple of months, so I'd say it's time to finally share the love. Bands include: M83, Neon

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Do you remember the old-school "National Delurker Day?" Does that still exist? In the nearly 5 years I've been blogging, I've never participated because I assumed I had no delurkers. But all of that changed last week when two different people told me they read but never comment. I was honestly shocked. I have delurkers! Whoo Hoo!!! I know I haven't done much to keep regular readers around or

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"Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.” – Jack Kerouac. It's funny how one can be so good at packing, planning and constantly going... But when it comes to arriving home from each journey, why, she's as clumsy and novice as the next! At what point will I be nimble enough to slip in and out of life with grace? Is

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This time next week, I'll be flying across the Pacific. I'm pretty excited about this, as I haven't been to Hawaii in 6 years. Last time we went, we visited the island of Kauai. Unfortunately, I was newly pregnant with my son, Max, so I spent two weeks throwing up and in general feeling miserable. But the last time I was in Maui, why that was way back in high school! I'm sure it has changed

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For most of my life I've been battling the age old Betty & Veronica syndrome -- and by that I don't mean fighting over Archie! I'm talking about the debate between Blonde vs. Brunette. I've been alternating between the two since my junior year of high school up until about two years ago, when I decided to take hair care into my own hands. I was going through a lot of changes at the time,

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Travels: OK, I've been traveling year round -- but this summer we had a perfect mix of cool, green Alaska, surf + sand in California, nearby desert adventures and chillin' at our cabin in the mountains. I'll never tire of seeing the world. In fact, I've got an exciting trip coming up later this month. More about that soon... Salads: I cannot stop eating this salad that was posted on Design

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The Last Straw from 180360 on Vimeo. Ooh boy! I'm in trouble now. As the biggest excuse maker in the history of blogging, I'm sure you've noticed that I've taken most of the summer off from this space. But in all my quietness here, I've been busy hatching some serious plans for the fall. Hopefully they will all come to fruition. In the meantime, you can join in the reprimand by watching my

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It's that time again, friends... break out the boombox or put on your headphones. Whatever it takes, there's a lot of great summer music out there you should be listening to. My last compilation, Modern Mixtape Vol. 9 was featured on the 8Tracks iPhone App. Plus, Sway, the lead singer from Freedom or Death emailed to thank me for including them on my mix. He said he learned about some new bands

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at night, i slip into their rooms for a kiss, a stroke of hair, an "i love you" whispered into the dark. usually tired {and sometimes tipsy}, i return again and again until i go to bed, for good. perhaps i trip over an out of place toy or stub my toe on the bed post. or, maybe i grumble over the obstacles of being. no matter the path it took to get there... it's always a moment of bliss, i kiss.

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