Checked out a cool Japanese restaurant in downtown and used it as an excuse to dress up.
Monday, August 15, 2022
Monday, August 1, 2022
Friday, July 15, 2022
Went out to run some errands and used it as an excuse to wear this awesomely gaudy sweater and my new Mansur Gavriel tote.
Jacket: Vintage from Goodwill
Sweater: Vintage from a thrift store
Scarf: Made by my mom
Bag: Mansur Gavriel
Friday, July 1, 2022
|One of my favorite photos from 2020, taken mid-day in autumn in downtown Portland.|
I have not done a good job of documenting the extraordinary time that has been the last two years. Between the pandemic, the U.S. election, the great social reckoning, and the Russia-Ukraine war, I have also been juggling an explosion of work and the ever-expanding duties of motherhood, but I want to capture this moment in the pages of this blog, like I’ve been doing for over 10 years. In fact the 10-year-anniversary of this blog came and went without me noticing
2020 was just such a year. Up until the pandemic hit and we were in the worst of lockdown, my journaling has been sporadic, a sort of “whenever I feel like it” activity. But then by April 5th, 2020 I made a new routine for myself: to wake up on Saturday morning, drink coffee on the porch and write the highs and lows in my diary.
“I think during this strange period of quarantine I will keep track of my lows and highs, and try to write at least once a week. Keeping a format like this will motivate me to write and to record this experience in a systematic way.”
I revisit the pages of those entries now as I write from an airplane en route to Dublin, my first flight in over two years. It feels so distant and yet we are still not out of its clutches, even though my plane ride feels unbelievably pre-pandemic with no masks.
Writing the highs and lows each week allowed me to capture things as they were happening, and despite not going anywhere, so many many things happened. The lows of course, were the lockdown, the quarantine, the dreams put on hold, the depression, the deaths, Donald Trump’s fuckery, and (for me) the weight gain.
But strangely, there were so many highs too. My business tripled (and the next year in 2021 it tripped again) and I started pitching my novel to agents and got 4 requests for full manuscript. While so much was ending, so much was also beginning. I really grew into my role as a consultant.
So here is 2020 in numbers:
1 International Business Trip: Ethiopia, pre-pandemic in February 2020, just before things got bad
2 Domestic Business Trips: Chattanooga, Leavenworth, also February 2020
3 Average number of miles I traveled in a day after lockdown
4 full manuscript requests I got from agents for my novel
5 Trips cancelled: Dublin (went in 2022), Tokyo (still closed at the time of writing), San Francisco (I presented virtually), Washington DC (I presented virtually), and Santa Fe (going in 2022)
6 miles walked each week
7 New clients in 2020
8 lbs gained during quarantine
Wednesday, June 15, 2022
Right before the Omicron variant created a second wave of panic, I got reservations at Voysey, an underground speakeasy. It had been so long since I went out that I dressed up for the occasion.
Sunday, May 15, 2022
Over the summer we had a rare and beautiful month of no pandemic restrictions. My friend and I took advantage of our newfound freedom and met for drinks at Raven's Manor, a zany horror-themed bar in downtown. For a brief moment, it felt like everything was back to normal again.
Friday, April 15, 2022
Tropicale became my instant new favorite restaurant in 2020. They opened bravely in June of that year with all outdoor seating. If you didn't get there early, the seats would be taken and there would be a line around the block. I loved the vibe of summer, but also insisted on going there in winter when the crowds thinned and I had my pick of seats.
Friday, April 1, 2022
I realized recently that I've done a number of these "I live here" posts, but ironically, none in the United States and almost all in more temporary dwellings than the one I have lived in now for years.
When the pandemic started and everyone began working from home, a wise friend told me we are not "working from home" but "living at work." How true.
So I thought it would be fitting to post a tour of my home office in my "I live here" series. I have been in this office for over 4 years. I "moved" into it in January 2018 when I knew I would quit my full-time job and work for myself as a consultant. I couldn't very well work from my kitchen counter top or take important calls from the bedroom (though I respect that people had to do that when office work suddenly became virtual overnight).
In the last 4 years I have had countless iterations to the layout. My computer has faced nearly every direction and the bookshelf has been moved against every wall, but finally this version is the one I like most of all.
I decided not to "stage" my office for these shots. Sure, I cleaned up a little bit, but I otherwise wanted to present it exactly as it is. This exercise of photographing my office and decided what to write about it has revealed to me that I am no minimalist. Instead, I like to be surrounded with treasures that remind me of who I like to think I am.
I realized that my office houses some deeply personal artifacts. This is strange because I consider my office a place of business, and I have such a big divide in my life between the business and the personal. But maybe the divide is all in my head - apparently my office is the most personal room of all! If a biographer were to investigate my home to learn more about me, they would find the most revealing artifacts in my office.
This first photo is a view from the doorway when you walk in. You are greeted by a large fig tree and light from two windows. The big free soaks up the light from the window, and provides privacy from my neighbor's house.
The black and white rug is from Ikea. I got it on sale but it is impossible to keep clean with a toddler. It is also 2 inches too long for my office. Once my daughter is older and makes less messes, I'm going to buy a nice custom rug that is easy to keep clean.
Only one wall has neither a window nor a door, so we built stationary bookshelves and a magnet board. I actually don't like the board very much and I want to replace it with a white board.
Checked out a cool Japanese restaurant in downtown and used it as an excuse to dress up. Coat: Thrifted Pants: Uniqlo Scarf: Dog ascot from...
One of my favorite stationary stores in Portland - 11/11 - closed its physical location due to the pandemic. With such a reduction in foo...
While I am grateful to be healthy, housed, employed, and generally in a very good place in life, there is a lot I miss about pre-pandemic li...