Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label holiday. Show all posts

9.07.2012

french bloom



  
















day after day of waking up minutes before the sun, my ever-early internal clock. i cannot seem to escape this, even on holiday.
but a refreshing feeling to peer out at the horizon from my perched mattress, out into the air so soft my skin tingles. okay it's time to get up. sand keeps getting in the sheets, and i crunch my softened salted hair, but always clean faces, bare faces.

france was HOT and then it was just right. and then spain was only for a day or two, until we needed the pines and the surf again. every day we would drink tiny afternoon beers followed by nightly bottles of wine, you just can't help yourself here.
he drove and drove and i mostly pronounced things wrong, and the waiters just smiled because at least i was trying. we said, let's just not go back. but we did come home, eventually, and the moon was big by then.

1.22.2012

packing



The essentials for Wales: 1Q84 by Haruki Murakami, vintage striped bikini for the spa, warm knit sweater, flask with Canadian Club for hikes, 'khaki' nail polish, my tiny canon.

One week, and we're gone.

1.19.2012

country home









Various sources through pininterest, in the little red house, peony romance, flickr, tumblr



Inspiration for a concussed kind of day (I bumped my head). Packing and planning, what food we will cook, what will cure our ails, out into the woods. Tea and lots of it, cold air and green lanes, somehow we will find our way. I want to know how to find my way.

let's go

Frank Newbould 1946

Freda Lingstrom, 1931

 
Just a few days now until our Welsh vacation (the poster lies). Tiny country retreat, our cottage is literally called Little House in the Big Woods. Can't escape to the sun, so let's escape to the wood stove.
Books and muddy hikes and drinks by the fire, and wandering into the village for a pint. We will hunt the forests and bridleways by day, and jump under covers by night. The getaway plan, but really just to breathe easy, and to take my body out of this rhythm I'm in. Maybe I will really sleep then, if I tell myself to.