a reminder to tell them that you love them

I think that I am a person who deals with losing loved ones pretty well. Not to say that it is easy for me, that is the opposite of true, but to say that I can stand up tall and continue - all the while knowing that that's what they would want me to do, and that even if I put on a brave face, I am thinking about them daily and holding onto our relationships in my heart so tightly that it's almost bursting. 

Something happened today that reminded me of something that you learn when you're a little kid, kind of a cliche but it seems more true than ever recently:

Never leave the presence of someone you love on a sad or angry note.

 Always remember to say "I love you" 

and tell them how much you appreciate them. 

Today, about 3 blocks from my mom's house, a random man walked into Cafe Racer (a cozy bar/cafe that I have been to at least a handful of times, really relaxed and comforting) and shot five people, two of whom I've met and seen play music on multiple occasions.  There were apparently helicopters hovering in my mom's neighborhood for hours and the police ran through her back yard in search of the suspect. He went on from there to kill another woman and attempt suicide. 

For some reason this just seemed like a wake up call, because on any other day my mom could have been walking down that street, or out into the alley or gotten between that man and the direction he wanted to go in some other way. It's weird to be in a new city so far away from her. 

I love you, mom. I'm so happy you're safe.


xkcd explains this pretty well, as most things: http://xkcd.com/791/
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a couple days after this, my mom went to cafe racer and put some of the roses from the bush that's been mine since i was a kid there, amongst the many other flowers and gifts.

the estate of things

just popped by my first san francisco estate sale! it's a thursday, so I wasn't really surprised with how slow it was when I got there around 9:45. There were lots (loads!) of vintage dishes and silver, which was selling, even at the high prices.

I spied a GORGEOUS turquoise and sterling necklace, but the price tag was half hidden. I thought they were crazy: $25! A steal! But when I asked to see it, no, it was $225. Ah well.

I left with some tortoise shell bangles which I think are for the etsy shop and a darling handmade 1950s sun dress with a purple fleur de lis print for me! and it fits!!

I'm still looking for a dresser, but the right one will come along eventually....

my little business

as you probably know, miss raton rose and i have started a little etsy business together selling vintage clothing and (someday) accessories! we just put up the second installment of clothes but the store is filling out and looking quite cute. I still need to fiddle with the settings on my camera to get the colors to come out right (the overcast nature of today was making everything rather muddy) but we are just manually editing them afterwards.

hopefully things take off and this is a good supplemental income for both of us eventually!

check us out here: 

etsy

twitter

facebook

blog

and a cute board on pinterest

with/without

lately i have been feeling the absence of a lot of things: namely Jim (who is in Seattle for work 4 days out of the week), but there are many people/feelings/places that I have been missing since we've moved.

My mom is a big one: she's my rock, the person who I turn to when I need to talk, to listen, to walk and to remember who I am. It is weird getting used to a new relationship with her. I'm so accustomed to calling her up randomly and walking around greenlake for an hour, just chatting about our daily lives, reciting stories that need input and qualms about work or life. We are such kindred spirits, which must sound odd, considering we are mother & daughter, but we feel so much more like sisters than most parent/child relationships tend to be. It is definitely strange to be /without/ my mom.

Work is another...I'm fueled by work. It's so odd for me to be unemployed. Even for the 17 days. Holy shit...seventeen days!!! I can't stand it! I'm going to put in more resumes on Wednesday, but hopefully I will get the job that I already interviewed for: Wasteland. A great, established, beautiful vintage store right in the center of Haight. I honestly think that it would be a great fit for me, after meeting the manager and staff (seem to know their shit: I spotted an adorable 1940s peter pan collared dress on the floor for $26 and purchased. The girl seemed upset that it was priced so low, but I was excited!!). I just want to be back working with clothes and pretty people.

I miss seattle too, but not really the city. My friends I miss....Hopefully more of them will come visit!

I am happy to be with the boy and the girl. I am about to mingle them so hopefully the meeting will go well. I am with a beautiful city that is welcoming and abounding with adventures! I am with some lovely strangers who I am yet to meet but I am sure we will become good friends eventually.

xo

goodnight

a new chapter

well, we've done it! we are here in san francisco in our new apartment! well, i am at least. jim had to fly back to seattle for work, so i have extra time to blog!

here are some pictures from the adventure...

goodbye claw foot bath tub. i will miss you. --- tiny kitchen: good riddance. 

jim's sazerac break --- very full truck

mantle, yet to be organized 

my closet currently. i need to get smaller hangers because the doors won't close. 

sunset happiness 

more to come!