Rapunzel is back! (for a visit)

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Rapunzel came to visit! She’s gone now. I’m a little behind in writing about it.

When she was here she special-requested that we have a beach day for old time’s sake. Then we got a little busy and only managed to squeeze in a beach dinner which was totally fine with us!  I don’t love sitting around at the beach all day as much as I love sitting around at the beach in the evening, watching the sun go down and roasting hot dogs and marshmallows.

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I took my big new fancy camera and tried to capture some memories. Everyone is growing up so fast.

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I’ve been logging my days lately on a silly mood app (I can’t recommend it because it’s not really that helpful) and I have to say that this day at the beach registered as my best day all month. I think I just like spending time with family and taking photos. Those might be my two favorite things.

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Beach food isn’t so bad. I mean, it is so bad but that’s kind what is so good about it. Melty marshmallows with Nutella, crispy charred hot dogs with mustard and ketchup and Dorritos… mmm!

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Bug and Joon really got obsessed with roasting things. Cheries, salt and vinegar chips… did you know you can use Dorritos as kindling? Good to know!

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Payam is always the master of fire ceremonies.

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The girls are master posers.

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We sat around and talked and then had cherry pit spitting contest for old time’s sake. So classy.

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We watched the sun go down and burned things.

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It was a good night. And now Rapunzel is back home and we miss her but it was really nice to have her around for a minute!

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We’ll have to really put out the effort to get to the beach again and not just when guests come to visit.

My Own Private Super Bloom

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Bug and I drove off into the night to The Sticks this last weekend to attend a maker’s faire in my old stomping grounds. Friday was a busy day for me, rushing around gathering up art, packing my car, picking up prints from the printer and finishing up last minute jobs so we didn’t get on the road until well after 9pm. This was not a good thing for me, the cursed morning person. But we made it and that meant I got to get up with my dad at the crack of dawn and walk with him on his dog walk with Spreckles the next morning.

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Bug stayed snuggled up with the cats and opted not to come with me and boy did she miss out! The desert is SO pretty early in the morning!  Pull on some ugg boots over your pajamas and brace yourself for that chilly air (says the Southern Californian with extremely thin blood) because the beauty of the morning is breath-taking!

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We didn’t even stick around long enough for golden hour and it was this pretty! Of course we could have stayed out there for hours letting Spreckles sniff coyote tracks and me taking a zillion photos but we had big things to do aka the maker’s faire.

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Boom! Flowers everywhere! I don’t think these are wild but they are still pretty nonetheless. Whoever planted them had an eye for color.

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Sometimes I feel like my parents live in a postcard.

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My mom prefers roses and manicured English tea gardens but I will take cacti and succulents over them any day. Maybe it’s just because I was born in California and they will always be sentimental for me. She was born in Pennsylvania.

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Over hills and vales to Grandmother’s house we go!

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The sun barely peaked through the winter clouds trying to warm us up.

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What’s that Spreckles? Finally found that perfect pooping spot? No? Should we go a little further?

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Anyway, it was nice. It always is. I wish I lived closer to my parents so we could go on walks like this every morning.

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I feel like I’m in Ireland with all this green. Wouldn’t it be fun to bring the dogs and let Whiskey (the Irish Soft-coated Wheaten) run and run and run forever? He would be so happy.

But I didn’t bring the dogs because my parent’s don’t have a gated yard anymore and the coyotes are thick. AND they are my dogs are way too rambunctious to stay inside my mom’s house while we went to the Maker’s Faire all day. So they stayed home with Payam.

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The Maker’s Faire was okay. I sold exactly three books and it was freezing. We shivered and sketched in our bullet journals. I talked to a lot of people though and it was good practice for me. I’ve never really had a SAJ booth before. Now I’m ready. As you can see the vector wall has been put to good use.

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Every single person who stopped by our booth picked up the pink Hey Kitty Kitty book. I’m wondering if pink is a new theme I should explore…

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Bug was a good little booth watcher. She didn’t complain at all being stuck there for hours. In fact I think she had fun.

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It wasn’t a huge success but I’m counting it as a win because I got to hang out with my parents, Bug and my old elementary school friend, Tamie. Sadly she is not pictured because she was busy running her own booth!