The week between Christmas and the new year is so weird. It’s like the doldrums of holidays. Between that and getting used to a new house, I’m feeling a little unsettled lately. But never fear: there are always at least five good things I can share with you!
Credit for this one goes to my cousins, who insisted that I needed this shirt ASAP. They were RIGHT. It’s so soft and comfy but not too hot, and it looks nice and put together. I got it in white but I want every other color now.
I meant to write a full review of this book, and I may still eventually, but fire happened and I got distracted. I will, however, say that that this was an amazing read, and I couldn’t recommend it more highly. It subverted all my expectations and made my heart race.
I really love the personalized glass frames with pressed flowers, but all of this shop’s offerings are lovely and subdued. Definitely on my wishlist for my future home!
Ventura has microbreweries popping up like daisies right now, which I love. I really don’t like going to bars, but I can vibe with a brewery. Plus, supporting local businesses is high on my list of goals. Marshall and I went to Leashless on Wednesday night to meet some friends and were very pleased. I had this:
It was delicious, and also happens to be gluten reduced, which doesn’t matter to me but it might to you! I am very into stouts right now (Ireland here we come!) and this was satisfying and tasty. Leashless also has a nice atmosphere, less noise than other breweries, great outdoor space and a rotating cast of delicious food trucks parked out front. If you’re in the area or passing through, be sure to check it out!
I haven’t seen The Glass Castle yet, but Spotify put this song on my Discover Weekly playlist and it’s been really comforting to me lately.
They burn that hillside black
They lay the maple down on its back
For just one stardust stone
Sleepin’ innocent below
But they’ll run when the warm rain comes
Roarin’ with the thunder
I’ll rise up from the murky mud
When the summer storm begins the flood
I’ll hide way up high
Until the water runs down the pike
To wash aside the all the parasites
And take the valley back alive
The Tug flows and the rubbish floats
to hang up on the high oak
The power goes to the undergrowth
When the summer storm begins to blow
Free me, let me go
They don’t recognize a precious stone
I’ll lay low ‘til the wet wind blows
To take me tumblin’ down the road
The wood vines make it hard to fly
The anchor holds my rope down
There’s no use tryin’ to make it out alive
And like a summer storm I’ve gotta roam
May 2018 be just the summer storm I’m waiting for. Happy New Year, friends.