it’s raining too hard and I’m dreaming about my sinking feet in cool sand. Venice Beach at 8 a.m. with no one around but the skate kids.
I never thought I’d indulge on such a trip; completely unprepared with only a hammock, one outfit and no plan of which to speak. Yet, the thrill of awaking to a sunrise on a beach with 24 hours to adventure or laze about however I pleased was one I haven’t experienced in a long time. Maybe ever.
Speaking for myself as a mid-twenties adult-child, I still feel as though my life can only have structure if I draw myself the foundation with lists and to-dos. Yet, to begin a task always appears looming, even daunting. It is often that I set my standards far beyond my reach, ending most of my days ‘incomplete’ to my dismay. I’m sure I would excel at formulating vacation itineraries for honeymooning newlyweds, if given the chance.
But with the magic of the internet, a very generous mom (shout out to my mother — my own personal cheerleading squad and flight attendant!) and some quick-minded scheduling, my partner and I suddenly found ourselves in Maui. Our only goals were to eat as much fruit and absorb as much vitamin D as possible. Both activities could be accomplished rather quickly and as often as we liked. We drove with the windows down, listening to a playlist I made to alleviate any pre-flight jitters (also a great coping mechanism to avoid any urge to create a whimsical itinerary). We took too many pictures and stood in awe of infinite constellations in an unadulterated night sky. We found a stray cat and ate avocado with it. We met a nice dog who followed his gardening human through the paths of a lush arboretum. We met people, a peacock and some cows on a seaside cliff. We saw migrating whales, sea turtles caught in the surf and lots — lots — of chickens.
In turn, it was a simple visit. But certainly a much needed rendezvous. A reminder of sorts. Telling us the necessity of simply just showing up just to see what happens. Who knows. The possibilities are endless when you forget to list them.
![March Recipe: Orange Olive Oil + Tarragon Granola
[[MORE]]I am very much a person who is quick to say ‘yes’ to others’ needs and ‘no’ to any of my indulgences. When I do cave, I tend to get remorseful.
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March Recipe: Orange Olive Oil + Tarragon Granola
Daydream Getaway
When long-term day-dreaming turns into reality, is the dream still just as sweet? Yes. Yes, it is.
I’ve forgotten what it’s like to experience the term ’sweltering’.
Even in my times in the dry, chilly cold of Northern Arizona, Portland’s damp winter months have truly shown me where the term ‘hibernation’ comes from. I’ve been frigid for so long, I no longer know the younger me who so badly wanted for the sun to disappear most of her Phoenix days. I’ve never daydreamed so hard as I did through the month of March.
With many thanks to my very cool mom for all the short notice organization and help, my partner and I packed up a backpack with our mental exhaustion, our seasonal affective disorders and our swimsuits for an impulsive getaway — here’s what much needed sunny R + R sounds like.
(Source: Spotify)
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Review: Sweetbitter — S. Danler
Overall: ★★★☆☆
This Book is Good For: sexually frustrated college students who can’t remember the taste of anything but Top Ramen.
TL;DR: 👸🍷💊🗽💔
Sweetbitter is almost too appropriate of a title for Danler’s publication.
Approaching this novel as someone with heavy-handed cooking experience, I was intrigued. The comparisons to Anthony Bourdain’s Kitchen Confidential were a thrilling idea. 1) a woman who, 2) was interested in cooking and yet 3) was just learning how to get her toes wet in the birthplace of hierarchical patriarchy all while 4) playing the wild side with a little recreational drug use. Truly, it was as though Joan d’Arc was reincarnated to conquer systemic oppression via culinary domination! Georgia O’Keefe with a whisk!
I’m losing myself in enthusiasm for such a tale to come.
Happy belated Valentine’s, here’s some pictures of backhanded gifts I’ve received for every year I spent.
This playlist is dedicated to everyone I’ve ever loved. Special thanks to those who rejected my awkward advances, I would have regretted it later. Extra special thanks who did accept my awkward advances, I’m sorry.
(Source: Spotify)
February Submissions!
FLANNELGRRRL is currently accepting submissions for February! The theme we’re gearing for is — you guessed it — love and adoration. This saccharine emote can either excite or enrage; send us your creativity in recipes your head over heels for, short stories about falling in love with fictional characters, poetry about going solo to dinner on Valentine’s Day, photos of that one day you became infatuated with rocks and clouds or a love letter you just can’t quite get yourself to give to that sax player in band class. We want to see it!
Please send all submissions for review to flannelgrrrl@gmail.com
Deadline is January 31st
Keep us warm on your fuzzy feelings!
P.S. V interested in someone writing horoscopes! Detailed or vague or semi-serious or satirical! Send it this way!
Don’t know why I feel so d-down (Talkin’ ‘bout my validation) //
Hoping y’all will help me o-out (Talkin’ 'bout my validation)
What I’m Listening to When: I’ve Got the Post-Election Blues
Too absolutely furious to comprehend, but refusing to bow your head; raging feminine — DON’T GRAB MY PUSSY.
(Source: Spotify)
Keep yr eyes open.
And remember, if you see folks with tattoos, car decals, or flags of these symbols or any other recognized white supremacist/neo-nazi/fascist symbols, GET PHOTOS OF THAT SHIT. I really cannot stress this enough. Make their faces and vehicles known.
(via mean-dauphin)
What I’m Listening to When: I’m Accepting the Autumnal Equinox
Halloween has come and gone and now you’re left with dead leaves.
(Source: Spotify)
Final Form: Cinna-Roll Pupper