Tuesday, March 29, 2016

Thrift Picks

It's been awhile, since the last of one of these thrift pick posts made the rounds, but that's because I haven't been as lucky (or frequent) lately with the thrift shop romps these days.

Here, a few gems from the past few weeks.

Wooden drum & accessories: 7. 00

Ceramic Owl for the Boy's Room . 50

Kid's Size 6 Wool Sweater 2. 00

Leather Sandals (sent from my personal Brooklynn second hand shopper - and BF ) 20. 00

Small Ceramic Jar (also from Brooklynn's Salvation Army) 1. 00

Baja Stripped Button Down (which I may have posted before) 2. 00

Mini Vase . 50

In other news, I'm buried in laundry today, trying to sort my way into a decent state before our road trip Thursday. And then packing up and checking off the list of last minute to-dos all day tomorrow. Hoping to share some of the goods I'm taking with me over here once I'm done. I love to see what other people's packing looks like. Plus I've got a couple things you gotta know about.

See you then.

Monday, March 28, 2016

Easter Weekend

I always have a hard time coming back to social media after any kind of devastating news story hits. Making the leap back to the strange sense of reality showing polished breakfast settings and babies in baskets when life outside of that microcosm of cutely curated scenes we exist in feels like it's falling all apart.

The bombings in Brussels last week struck me hard. Considering how regularly these stories are becoming for us now. Reflected in small rituals of our daily lives. A slow day at the park peeling oranges, watching the flag sway at half mass, the vision of that terrified baby in the airport aftermath video footage crying beside his dead mother singed in my brain as I fold laundry and unload the groceries, the lock down alert at their school the morning I went to help with their classes and had to sit outside of the office doors for 35 minutes alongside a handful of other equally solum parents silently cursing the fact of this being a new reality we and our children are inheriting. With no clear answers in sight.

A heavy week. To say the least.

By the weekend though I was feeling (luckily) a whole lot brighter. We invited the neighbors over for eggs, watched movies and took a long drive to the store to prepare for the weekend. Saturday we gathered for brunch at my mom's house and went out to meet up with Mike's family out at our favorite Mexican restaurant in Orange Country for an adult night out then came home to discover just how unbalanced my basket goods proved once I finished socking them with the few trinkets I had stuffed in the far corners of my closet. Which prompted a brief debate over who should make the run (which I lost) and sent me on a midnight drive to find the football Arlo mentioned wanting the day before. Now imagine Walmart, at midnight, on Easter eve.

But the smile on his face was all worth it.

Sunday we spent at my in-laws for a culdesac style Easter extravaganza that included cool old cars, skate ramps, bikes, trampolines, kid karaoke, buffet set ups and plenty of happy people scattered around the yards in old school lawn chairs watching children run wild with delight over eggs hunts that turned up enough candy to keep them sugar drunk and reeling for the remainder of the afternoon.

All in all a beautiful weekend unrolled in the shadows of world news threats plaguing our tvs these days. Life goes on as they say, and it does. With maybe sweeter attention paid to the simple fact of these sun filled afternoons binding family in traditions we count on year to year to paint our holiday memories as something grand. As they are. As they should be.

Happy Easter,
From us to you.

Wednesday, March 23, 2016

Big Sur Soundtrack

We're headed to Big Sur next week and in early preparation, I put together a little road trip play list that spans about five hours (almost enough to cover the drive!) to share here in a first in a series of themed playlists I'll be posting. You can find me as "Jessica Reed Kraus" on Spotify and the playlist is called "house inhabit road trip" OR, try THIS link.

Happy Listening!
Photo cred: Family Acid Archives 

Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Scenes From a Weekend

Borrego Springs, Ca. 

24 hours that involved a long swim at the hotel pool, four peanut butter sandwiches spread with a credit card in lieu of a knife, four paper cupped margaritas, one head cold, one lingering stomach bug that surprised us when it resurfaced in fresh vomit on the stairway at dark when we had long counted it gone, one recovering puppy named Frankie, a handful of retired Trump supports in the spa talking politics (and naturally bashing Hilary) in straw hats, 24 glow in the dark balloons, four small gifts bought at the giftshop, free cookies in linen bags at check in, a marathon breakfast that kept us at a table for over almost two hours where a slew of cutely penned creations started to abound at a table full of happily entertained kids given pens and plenty of attention by one stellar waitress with a red bandana wrapped around her head, a short drive to take a short hike that never happened because of defaulted momentum as a result of "losing" two kids in the midst of scolding two others (Leon and Evie who conveniently disappeared into an air conditioned museum space while we were left running around in a sweaty panic spouting frantic details in tears to well meaning park rangers and other equally concerned strangers), a field full of frail yellow wildflowers, and one last hurrah at the biker bar / ice cream parlor or the 79 on the way home that catered to four filthy and exhausted little boys in line behind an old man with a long white beard who told them their mother was "good looking" and that they should therefore "treat her right" which seemed to amuse everyone except Hayes Ray who's signature hard slap came right for him after the remark and kept him laughing all the way into a parking lot lined with mud streaked Harley's and odd old dune desert bound buggies.

Just another line in the long chapter marked "desert day cations had while growing up"
With this round including two feisty, pretty little girls as lively participants.