Thursday, August 25, 2011

Four Leaf Clovers

A few pictures I really loved from this shoot that I never got around to posting. When I was little, I loved collecting four leaf clovers. I would literally think about it on the entire bus ride home from school, and, as you can imagine, my life was pretty much shattered when I would come home to a freshly cut lawn—“What?! Who DARED mow this lawn?! Didn’t they know that there were unlimited amounts of luck waiting to be discovered and hundreds of clover blossoms just begging to be turned and twisted into fabulous flower crowns?”

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Sunny Fields

We spent our anniversary riding bikes, eating delicious treats, and browsing through shops in the adorable town in California called, Solvang. (Solvang: Danish for sunny fields. See, my title wasn't as random as you thought it was.) Oh yeah, and taking pictures—lots of pictures. Sometimes I think I spend more time looking through a camera lens then I do without. Speaking of, have you ever seen this clip? It really cracks me up. You want to know what else cracks me up? While we were walking down the street in Solvang we past by a little leather shop and overheard a mother telling her daughter, “How can you like the smell of leather?! You are a vegetarian!” She has a point.

Monday, August 15, 2011


I married the love of my life two years ago today.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

How to Avoid Jet Lag

So my sister, the world traveler, has a "no fail how-to avoid jet lag plan". The plan: Procrastinate packing until the last minute and stay up the entire night before your flight. Sleep as much as humanly possible on the plane. Warning: you might wake up dying of thirst to look around and see everyone else casually sipping on their perfectly chilled fruit juice. When you arrive, force yourself to stay awake and go to bed according to the time zone in your new location. Easy enough, and it actually worked quite well on the way to Germany; however, this time around I am just not so sure. I got the staying up all night part right, but the flight was delayed for 4 hours and when we finally did board there was a screaming baby in the row over. Not to mention most of the occupants were just a tad nervous that the plane we were riding for the next, 13 hours or so, broke down on the runway the day before and was being worked on until the very moment we loaded ("I guess this will just have to do for now"). The flight delay was long enough that I missed the rest of my connections and so the airline put everyone up in various hotels in Philadelphia.

Long story short, the front desk is scheduled to do a wake up call at 7:00 a.m. (a decision I naively made yesterday) and I woke up at 2:00 in the morning of the time zone I am trying to prepare for, writing a blog post about how to avoid jet lag. Um, well…there is not a lot to say.

Actually, there is. I realized I was a little sleep deprived when I was quickly glancing over new posts in my reading list and I read, "A different way to cook babies". While I was quite nearly reaching for my phone to call child protective services I read it again. Bake cookies! Well, that's a little different.

I miss my sis already! Check out her awesome collection...
It seemed like every morning when I came downstairs she was wearing a different silly T-shirt that made my day. So I had her model a few of her collection for you guys so she can make your day too!

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Castle Inn

Here are a few pictures from a castle we visited near my sister’s house. It hasn’t been kept up much over the last, oh I don't know, thousand years, but the ruins were beautiful and I loved the color combinations. The man who sat next to me on the plane ride here told me there are castles you can spend the night in. I just hope they are a little more hospitable for guests than this one would be, “Now let’s see, the only two rooms we have available are the 'Guest Dungeon', don’t mind the rodents and the leaks, and the 'Cement Suite' without a ceiling. Oh, and there are no keys, well, because there are no doors. Feel free to use the bathroom in the corner of the room opposite where you choose to sleep. Check out is at 11:00 if you last that long—have a nice stay!"   

And here are a few pictures my sis took at the bird show. Big birds, large talons, catching chicks inches above your head—awesome…and slightly terrifying.

Monday, August 8, 2011

Tea Time

My sis and I picked some blackberries and wildflowers for our little tea party in the garden—I could get used to this. What could be better than sipping hot herbal tea and eating freshly picked blackberries in a beautiful herb/rose garden? Few things I tell you, few things.

Since I have been here my sis and I have been reminiscing about the good old days a lot, and so I thought I would share a little wisdom I received from my herbal tea package, “Those who live in the past limit their future.” Thank you tea for telling me just what I needed to hear... Oh, and for being so delicious.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

The Black Forest

The Black Forest is surrounded, and filled with, beautiful villages and vineyards—grape juice country! For some reason my nondrinking self thought that was funny. Anyway, it was foggy, extra mysterious looking, and the perfect fit for a fairy tale.  

Saturday, August 6, 2011

It's fate, but call it Italy if it pleases you

Here are some of the pictures my sister and I took on our recent excursion to Italy. We flew into Bergamo, took a 45 minute bus ride into Milano (where my sis bought us some fabulous matching “friendship shoes”—so much better than the bracelets if you ask me), and then caught a 3 hour train ride to the beautiful city, Riomaggiore. Worth every minute; even the minute when the Italian man yelled at us, demanding $150, for not stamping our ticket in the ticket validator we didn’t know existed. It all worked out, he just ended up kicking us off on what happened to be our stop—don’t mind if I do!

We then took a nice stroll down “Lover’s Walk” (without our lovers), went all out and ate poked at an expensive seafood dinner that looked like ocean road kill (is there such a thing?), bought some more-than-delicious melon gelato to wash the taste of dinner away, and came back to a young Australian man drinking in our shared bedroom. We then commenced speaking Pig Latin with an accent until he stopped trying to talk to us and went to bed. We left Riomaggiore a day early because all transportation to the city went on strike. When we got to Milano a lady came and picked us up to take us to a bed and breakfast; really nice lady—really bad driver. She drove in her own lane; you know, the lane on top of the yellow stripes? The next morning we caught two cabs, missed our flight because of a time mix up, and had to stay in Bergamo an extra night. However, on the bright side, we did eat some fabulous crepes. Well, I ate a fabulous crepe anyway, while my sister (who is allergic to gluten) dipped bananas in Nutella. If it wasn’t so delicious, I might have felt bad.