Imagine That.

Current Fashion Obsession: Rachel Bilson’s Low Key & Classic Style
May 15

Current Fashion Obsession: Rachel Bilson’s Low Key & Classic Style

I walked back in to the kitchen at Luci’s on Sunday after spending the entire morning with my Mom, looking at baby photos and listening to meanings about how love and motherhood have been the greatest gifts of her life, to see my favorite chef Ernesto. No matter the day, Ernesto always greets me with a broad smile and a “Good day Miss Alison!” and last Sunday, Mother’s Day, was no exception. I asked him how his Mother’s Day was, not knowing him long enough to know if he has children, has a mother still living, or was just solo Ernesto, happy by himself in his own rights, as he seems whenever I see him at work. Considering asking “So…do you have a Mother?” is a fairly awkward question, so I stuck with asking how his day was, but unfortunately that did not spare me feeling awkward, or a pit augmenting in my stomach. “Well, I’ve been working since five-thirty, so it hasn’t been the most enjoyable,” Ernesto said. Not that that let alone wouldn’t cause emotions to emulate the feelings of a pit let in my stomach, but as I always say, Ernesto’s four-forty five alarm clock awakening was not all that was on his mind although it was present. I told him to he needed to go home and rest, gave him a pat on the back, smiled and grabbed two more forks and walked out the door. I came back a couple minutes later, throwing coffee cups in trash, and Ernesto asked me if I spent my Mother’s Day with my Mom, and I said “Yes, nothing special but just perfect.” He smiled, “Your Mother is very lucky.” I laughed, “I’m very lucky” I said. Ernesto looked at me and said, “Anyone to have a child has the greatest gift of all.” I smiled again. I walked out front to a quiet Luci’s Sunday afternoon after the Mother’s Day rush I got to skip to spend the morning with my own Mother, and to chat with my new friend Emily. “Ernesto is so sweet” I said to her. She looked at me with gentle eyes, and said “I know, today must be hard for him. He lost his only son last week.” It’s moments like those that make you feel ridiculous for complaining about sore feet from work days or that your Mother used to make you come home at eleven o’clock when you were a Junior in high school. It’s those moments that are honestly my favorite, those moments that make my heart drop, water well in my brown eyes, and that suddenly make me thankful for everything in my life, everything that some people view as ordinary, and that I need to remember to view as extraordinary, such as my own Mother. 
May 15

I walked back in to the kitchen at Luci’s on Sunday after spending the entire morning with my Mom, looking at baby photos and listening to meanings about how love and motherhood have been the greatest gifts of her life, to see my favorite chef Ernesto. No matter the day, Ernesto always greets me with a broad smile and a “Good day Miss Alison!” and last Sunday, Mother’s Day, was no exception. I asked him how his Mother’s Day was, not knowing him long enough to know if he has children, has a mother still living, or was just solo Ernesto, happy by himself in his own rights, as he seems whenever I see him at work. Considering asking “So…do you have a Mother?” is a fairly awkward question, so I stuck with asking how his day was, but unfortunately that did not spare me feeling awkward, or a pit augmenting in my stomach. “Well, I’ve been working since five-thirty, so it hasn’t been the most enjoyable,” Ernesto said. Not that that let alone wouldn’t cause emotions to emulate the feelings of a pit let in my stomach, but as I always say, Ernesto’s four-forty five alarm clock awakening was not all that was on his mind although it was present. I told him to he needed to go home and rest, gave him a pat on the back, smiled and grabbed two more forks and walked out the door. I came back a couple minutes later, throwing coffee cups in trash, and Ernesto asked me if I spent my Mother’s Day with my Mom, and I said “Yes, nothing special but just perfect.” He smiled, “Your Mother is very lucky.” I laughed, “I’m very lucky” I said. Ernesto looked at me and said, “Anyone to have a child has the greatest gift of all.” I smiled again. I walked out front to a quiet Luci’s Sunday afternoon after the Mother’s Day rush I got to skip to spend the morning with my own Mother, and to chat with my new friend Emily. “Ernesto is so sweet” I said to her. She looked at me with gentle eyes, and said “I know, today must be hard for him. He lost his only son last week.” It’s moments like those that make you feel ridiculous for complaining about sore feet from work days or that your Mother used to make you come home at eleven o’clock when you were a Junior in high school. It’s those moments that are honestly my favorite, those moments that make my heart drop, water well in my brown eyes, and that suddenly make me thankful for everything in my life, everything that some people view as ordinary, and that I need to remember to view as extraordinary, such as my own Mother. 

Current Fashion Obsession: Turquoise Jewelry (Again!) 
May 10

Current Fashion Obsession: Turquoise Jewelry (Again!) 

Something I Believe: ”Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.” Something I Don’t Believe: “When you truly are in love with someone, age, distance, height, weight and salary are just numbers.”
May 9

Something I Believe: ”Don’t let your happiness depend on something you may lose.”

Something I Don’t Believe: “When you truly are in love with someone, age, distance, height, weight and salary are just numbers.”

Design Obsession: Blue Bedrooms
May 9

Design Obsession: Blue Bedrooms

Wishlist: White Fossil Watch
May 9

Wishlist: White Fossil Watch

"Dance first, think later. It’s the natural order."

- Samuel Beckett

May 9
As a little girl I thought I had everything planned, orchestrated, and down to perfect recital of how I wanted my life to play out. I wanted twins, a blonde husband who was a doctor, a mini-van (Lord, help the nine year old me) a house much like this one here nestled in Beverly Hills, a successful interior design company, and enough money that I never had to work a day over forty, and my parents could quit their jobs and never have a worry again. This was my doll house as a little girl. This is where my dreams were written. I wanted this big house to be my own one day, along with the horrid idea of a mini-van that I once upon a time thought was the epitome of cool. I think these dreams of the big house, minus the pink windows of course carried on into high school. They gave me so much hope for the future. Yet, approaching ten years later as much birthday is coming up this Summer, it amazes me what I find myself dreaming of these days. I believe I’ve had a realization lately that many other people have much later on in life, something that happens quite often to me actually. I’ve realized, at the old age of eighteen, that I could care less about twins, or a blonde husband, surely mini-vans, California, and early retirement (what a thought for a girl who just settled in to her first job this month). Anymore, all I want is healthy children, happy and solid relationships - blonde or not blonde, a car that runs most importantly, to reside in a community I feel settled in, and a job that fulfills me that has me wanting to stay well over the big 4-0. You realize at a certain point in your life that’s yes, it’s important to dream big and broad, but at the same time in a life where your ideals of happiness is constantly changing, sometimes it’s not the luxurious and grand that leads to a satisfying life. Sometimes, it’s not settling per say, but rather simplifying. Sometimes, it’s not a mansion with pink windows but rather a happy relationship with someone you can always count on to bring your real happiness. 
May 9

As a little girl I thought I had everything planned, orchestrated, and down to perfect recital of how I wanted my life to play out. I wanted twins, a blonde husband who was a doctor, a mini-van (Lord, help the nine year old me) a house much like this one here nestled in Beverly Hills, a successful interior design company, and enough money that I never had to work a day over forty, and my parents could quit their jobs and never have a worry again. This was my doll house as a little girl. This is where my dreams were written. I wanted this big house to be my own one day, along with the horrid idea of a mini-van that I once upon a time thought was the epitome of cool. I think these dreams of the big house, minus the pink windows of course carried on into high school. They gave me so much hope for the future. Yet, approaching ten years later as much birthday is coming up this Summer, it amazes me what I find myself dreaming of these days. I believe I’ve had a realization lately that many other people have much later on in life, something that happens quite often to me actually. I’ve realized, at the old age of eighteen, that I could care less about twins, or a blonde husband, surely mini-vans, California, and early retirement (what a thought for a girl who just settled in to her first job this month). Anymore, all I want is healthy children, happy and solid relationships - blonde or not blonde, a car that runs most importantly, to reside in a community I feel settled in, and a job that fulfills me that has me wanting to stay well over the big 4-0. You realize at a certain point in your life that’s yes, it’s important to dream big and broad, but at the same time in a life where your ideals of happiness is constantly changing, sometimes it’s not the luxurious and grand that leads to a satisfying life. Sometimes, it’s not settling per say, but rather simplifying. Sometimes, it’s not a mansion with pink windows but rather a happy relationship with someone you can always count on to bring your real happiness. 

I dream of having dinner parties like this in my backyard with my family someday.
May 6

I dream of having dinner parties like this in my backyard with my family someday.

Something To Think About: “Never run after a bus or a man. There will always be another one.”

May 6
2012 Accomplishment: My first job! 
May 6

2012 Accomplishment: My first job! 

Snapshot Throwback: Sunests of My Previous Summers
May 6

Snapshot Throwback: Sunests of My Previous Summers

Since the middle of February I have felt this inner instinct that I wished and prayed wasn’t a false hope, that this Summer was about to be something incredibly special. I had this feeling that after the bit of a rough patch I had been experiencing in literally every part of my life - education, close friendships, romantic relationships, maturity, spirituality and so on that found it’s way in to my life over the last part of last year, that after all the struggles, something this year would bring me happiness. Deep lasting happiness. Not that kind of “today-was-a-good-day-I-aced-my-math-test-and-I’m-eating-carbs-tonight” happiness, but the kind of happiness that even affects you on a bad day. The kind of happiness that is so within, that it reminds you you’re just having a bad day, but you don’t have a bad life. I’ve been waiting for the kind of happiness to come naturally, and been doing my best to apply myself positively in all the areas important to me in my life. A couple weeks ago, I cracked open a fortune cookie to find one of my favorite fortunes I have ever received: “All the puzzles in your life will soon fit into their proper place.” It was that encouragement I needed to remind myself of my hopes back from February, that sometime soon everything in my life would make sense and find it’s purpose. It’s been this past week where everything started to make sense, fall in to place, and renew and affirm my hopes that this Summer would be something extraordinary. It’s been this past week that has made me so thankful of my journey, my current standing, and where I’m headed. I’m thankful to be reminded that it’s the journey that makes getting to a place of content all worthwhile. 
Apr 29

Since the middle of February I have felt this inner instinct that I wished and prayed wasn’t a false hope, that this Summer was about to be something incredibly special. I had this feeling that after the bit of a rough patch I had been experiencing in literally every part of my life - education, close friendships, romantic relationships, maturity, spirituality and so on that found it’s way in to my life over the last part of last year, that after all the struggles, something this year would bring me happiness. Deep lasting happiness. Not that kind of “today-was-a-good-day-I-aced-my-math-test-and-I’m-eating-carbs-tonight” happiness, but the kind of happiness that even affects you on a bad day. The kind of happiness that is so within, that it reminds you you’re just having a bad day, but you don’t have a bad life. I’ve been waiting for the kind of happiness to come naturally, and been doing my best to apply myself positively in all the areas important to me in my life. A couple weeks ago, I cracked open a fortune cookie to find one of my favorite fortunes I have ever received: “All the puzzles in your life will soon fit into their proper place.” It was that encouragement I needed to remind myself of my hopes back from February, that sometime soon everything in my life would make sense and find it’s purpose. It’s been this past week where everything started to make sense, fall in to place, and renew and affirm my hopes that this Summer would be something extraordinary. It’s been this past week that has made me so thankful of my journey, my current standing, and where I’m headed. I’m thankful to be reminded that it’s the journey that makes getting to a place of content all worthwhile. 

Something To Think About: Whenever you’re in conflict with someone, there is one factor that can make the difference between damaging your relationship and deepening it. That factor is attitude.

Apr 29
If you’re the girl that needs a boyfriend, and once she loses that boyfriend needs to replace it with a different boyfriend, it’s just this constant stream of boyfriends all the time. I don’t feel like I ever want to be that girl. I want to be the girl that when she falls in love, it’s a big deal.
Apr 29

If you’re the girl that needs a boyfriend, and once she loses that boyfriend needs to replace it with a different boyfriend, it’s just this constant stream of boyfriends all the time. I don’t feel like I ever want to be that girl. I want to be the girl that when she falls in love, it’s a big deal.