A note: I wrote this post before seeing the horror that occurred in Charlottesville, VA this weekend. My heart goes out to the families of the woman and state troopers who were killed, but make no mistake: that hate that those angry, right-wing protestors harbor still lives in your backyard, in your neighborhood, possibly next door.
You have a responsibility to support your black, brown and minority brothers and sisters as they work to achieve rights systematically denied to them. Listen. Donate to organizations working to advance these causes (You can find an awesome list here). Call out hate when you see it.
Back to regularly scheduled programming:
I’m writing this week’s post on a lazy Saturday afternoon, after schlepping through the National Gallery of Art (again) this morning. I saw Dunkirk last night, and while I was skeptical about seeing it in IMAX, I’m really glad I did. It completely enhanced the entire experience of the movie, which is beautifully shot and written, especially because there’s very little dialogue.
Good evening pals! Started the day with a virtual-morning coffee with a good, old friend. We can’t meet up for coffee anymore on Sunday mornings, but it’s a nice ritual that technology lets us continue. It’s nice to connect with people who have seen you through seasons.
Yesterday I walked all the way to the Tidal Basin with a bag full of acrylics, watercolors, and brushes and realized once I sat down on a nice bench that I had completely forgotten paper. I had walked 45+ minutes to paint in 80 degree heat, and had forgotten my paper.
This is life, and it can be hysterical.
I am writing this extremely pre-coffee, so you’re going to have to forgive me for any typos/residual crankiness. My sister is in town and we brunch reservations at 11:30 – I wanted to get this up before we head out.
It’s cherry season.
Holy cow, my allergies are terrible this weekend. Doesn’t matter what I do, from allergy pills to Flonase, I’m sniffling like crazy. Yes, I have also been listening to Taylor Swift all week on Spotify. Sue me. We all cope with allergies somehow. Mine is air conditioning and T-Swift.
I took this photo right before a storm swept over Lake Michigan, during Taste of Chicago. I miss this city this weekend. Summers in Chicago were always brisk and heady and full of sunshine.
I wanted to show you my desk in all of its messy glory. It ain’t always a flat lay, folks.
My friend Zach made an album, and it’s a great piece of writing/music/art. “Debt Sounds” deals with dark themes and is crazy relatable for a recent grad like myself, as well as someone who’s battled anxiety for most of her life. Plus, Zach’s an amazing lyricist. Give it a listen here on Bandcamp and buy it on iTunes.
(I feel like your birthday should hold all of your favorite things, and this is mine: sunrise on a rooftop in Rome. That’s the Vatican in the distance.) I wrote a whole other post for this day, but upon re-reading it, it just didn’t fit. #Typical.