Lately everything’s been coming along in bits and pieces. Little digestible bites to enjoy and take in: from the arrival of a package, where an unknown object is cocooned in the familiar brown, to a stolen lunch with a friend on a Monday afternoon at a new Whole Foods where industrial barrels of olive oil are ready to be dispensed into tiny plastic bottles.
All the little scenes are ripe for capturing on my handy iphone — that trusty co-pilot for all my adventures. This is especially true when the massive DSLR really can’t come traipsing through backyard leaves to reach first fall bonfires or through the rusty crevices of a crumbling mansion as Chris and I search for hidden, treasured furniture.
Loved Scenes, Abridged
The first fall bonfire in humid 80 degree DC September weather: flannel shirts, pumpkin-flavored snacks, raiding the snacks after all the guests have gone, the sharing of Spotify playlists, and hanging in real yards where people have actual neighbors with kids and ABC-worthy drama.
Telling ghost stories about Louis Pug under Louis Ghost Chairs.
The undeniable magic of Georgetown on DC’s first cooler days, when you can just imagine yourself walking your pug down the uneven streets like you belong, possibly wearing a knit sweater and feeling especially grateful you don’t have to navigate the traffic or the parking like the tourists.
Also a pipe dream? The glorious spice aisle at the new-ish Whole Foods in NorthBethesdaRockvilleMaryland (<— these areas are all the same to me).
And the jewel-toned salts. Merlot salt. Citrus salt. Super exclusive-you-can’t-afford-me-$30-per-pound-salt.
Pretty as paint chips salt.
Celebrating over a dinner of bits and pieces. A fairly good tapas joint that was accommodating of the vegans and the omnis and didn’t seem to care that I shouldn’t be drinking uber-sugary cocktails, but will probably care that I called their classy establishment (complete with lounge music and many hand holding couples) a “joint.”
Fried Hungover quick cook rice. (Not pictured.)
In the midst of work, frustrations, and day-to-day irritations, there have been happy days, spontaneous adventures to find furniture for my new apartment, weekday lunch dates to a vegan spot in DC’s less-frequented areas, birthdays, many vegan pizzas, vintage clothes, and bright red jeans. Technicolor things ripe for loving and documenting via superhuman smart phone.
(I’ve heard rumblings in the past that a “real blogger” isn’t one who uses (and/or sometimes uses) an iphone app for blog photos. To that I say I never claimed to be a “real blogger.” And also, who cares what camera you use and when you use it. The end.)