Canoe

    I've come across another great online shop. Canoe is the perfect mix of Dainty Squid hipster and Ron Swanson from my favorite show Parks and Recreation.




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    If my life was only filled with deliciously simple and efficient Canoe stuff, I feel like I'd get so much done. 











The future is looking so clean and tidy.

love, rudi

Le Bon Marche

   I've been watching Amy Sedaris interviews on youtube all night. She gives me the confidence that yes, I can be bad at crafts and still do them, and I can be completely entertaining while badly doing those crafts. My favorite video may be this one, where Amy just insults and antagonizes Martha Stewart the whole time.





    Anyway, I began doing a lot of online window shopping and found the cutest tea towel prints.
Le Bon Marche is a festive little company that has made my hankering to buy a goat and sheep farm stronger than ever before. Their products are inspired by the French countryside, which, now that I think about it, sounds like a pretty great location for my farm. But before that happens, I've got to get some of these tea towels.







    When I have a kitchen, you can bet your bottom dollar that I will not only own beautiful tea towels like this, but I will use them while cooking wonderful snacks and meals and sauces and hot drinks. Especially hot drinks.

love, rudi

Musak




I can't believe my luck in finding this video.

love, rudi

And After All This Time...

I have an announcement to make!!

After spending my entire semester learning about design and branding, I've decided that pumping life back into this old blog of mine has become crucial. Yeah, Pinterest is great for finding and organizing awesome finds, but the truth is I need to start connecting myself to my style. And that means reconnecting myself to my blog.

I'm going to start sharing my discoveries with my ever-so-loyal readers-- thank you, by the way! It's time we were re-aquainted. A lot has happened to me in these past months.

Look for more soon. :)

love, rudi

Just 5 More Minutes...I Mean Weeks

I'm not going to sugar coat anything: until about an hour ago I was completely dreading going back to school at the end of this week.

I've been reading all of my friend's thoughts on Facebook- everyone's reaching out to each other with "I can't wait to see you!"s. It will be amazing to see my girls after a few excruciating months without them, but I'm not feeling ready to cope with the less ideal parts of college after spending all summer in the comforts of home and laziness. When I think of college I find myself remembering late nights every night under a mountain of work and how cold those treks to class and dinner are during the school year. Being with my family after a year away has made me appreciate and miss them even more, and I'm just positively dreading not being able to see Truchi until November.


 The family fishing when summer began.


I'm also nervous about my coming year. I'm sort of going through freshman year twice because I'll be in all new environment- new major, new teachers, new people. Last year I was so full of leftover angst and frustration from high school that I attacked my first year of college with fireworks of energy and eagerness but now I'm just feeling drained. I hope I can pull the same enthusiasm into this year and less magnetism for negativity and bad luck. I'm proud to have made a good impression on my teachers and classmates last year, but now I have to wonder if I can do it again. Thinking about all this makes me hiccup with worry.

But like I said, about an hour ago I had an epiphany. I was thinking about how freshman year was all about standing out at auditions, going to rehearsals or crew until ten at night, building up and repairing a reputation from scratch, and simply learning how to survive sanely in the giant college juggling act. But this year I don't have to worry about any of that stuff, not really. Those things were about 85% of my daily life, and I realized that means I now have 85% of my life to fill with...well, whatever I want.

That little schedule shift in my head made my whole body loosen and relax instantly. Finally things I imagined myself doing in college seem reachable, like working on my organization, which is hard to do when you barely have time to grab some lunch. Now who knows- I may have time to go to lectures, all those campus events I missed out on last year, and I'll actually be able to commit to a few clubs here and there! It sounds so simple and insignificant but I've always wanted to hold a leadership role in a school organization. In high school that was never an option because elections were just disguised popularity contests, but college is different, right?

Anyway, the point is I decided to stop being scared and to think outside my worried restraints, and now I'm feeling much more positively about the year.

But I'll still miss my mommy.

love, rudi