Something old, something new

 Well, I went ahead and did it- I made a new blog. I don't think I'll fully leave this one behind but I am transitioning into a newer era. If you like to follow me over there I can now be found over at -

Swedeheart

I'm excited to see where this goes.

Much love,
Amanda

Friday Fondue

 It would seem our monsoon season is kicking in early around here which means yesterday I was stuck inside for a bit, cruising the web while the rain let itself be known. I brewed some Earl Grey, put on Bob Dylan and searched Craigslist for houses to rent in Seattle. Because I FUCKING LOVE RAIN.  I have no plans on moving to Seattle (yet) but the rain made me so happy I thought "screw it, I'm gonna fantasize about living in this all the time". Anyway, here's some links-


Need an instant pick me up giggle? Try this site.

Pretty tasty looking summer dish. And the fist time I legitimately contemplated making a pie.

This bag made me go apeshit.

One day I WILL attend the Governors Island Jazz Age Lawn Fest.

Some amazing collections of photos going on over here.

I am swooning over this credenza that's tucked away at an antique store near me. I mean...ugh. It should be mine. I'd give it the love it needs.

I want to move to Seattle so I can dress like this all the time.

As far as music-

I've pretty much been listening to Beach House non-stop. Specifically-





And, so lovely it tears apart my insides-


They are coming to the Ol' Pueblo in September and if by some cruel design I am unable to see them I will revolt.

 Hope your weekend is of the happy sort!

Summer skin

  We finally find the nerve to venture outside and take him to the park, as promised. The heat pulls out all of your energy and leaves you limp, skin salty and depleted. The desert has no use for grand plans. It is mere survival and you bend to it or adapt. But now the sun has lost it's bite and the sky is replaced with the inklings of our annual desert monsoon and so we go.
   The grass is cooling down enough to where taking off your shoes is desirable. I shed them as cicadas buzz loudly enough to penetrate your skull. It is a buzz that sounds primitive. They let their song ring and remain invisible to passing eyes. We march onward to a large sprawl of grass to live in for the next hour.
  I have fought the summers arrival every year, this year more than ever. I am depleted and the harshness that desert living can bring is more than just symbolic. It is a reality.

...you bend to it or adapt.

I am watching my son grow. I am watching myself grow. I am watching a love grow. And so things are shedding all around and a new picture is forming.

The Japanese see the cicada as a symbol of reincarnation. The Chinese have a tale wherein the multiple shedding of the cicada shell is represented as a persons breaking through stages of transformation until all their illusions have been broken and enlightenment has been achieved.

Their summer song seems louder this year.

 The monsoon will come soon and wash away the skeletons left on tree branches; and once the debris is washed away the desert will find an abundance that will make up for the silence that the cicadas will leave behind.

True Life Texts

Disclaimer- sometimes these can be an over share and/or inappropriate. But then, that's kind of how I operate.

I shall title this exchange- True Romance

Zack- I love you.

Me- I love you. So very much.

Zack- I love you more.  * you can pause here to go gag if you must. But we debate over who loves whom more. I don't know. It's something we do while trying to find something to watch on TV and in between mouthfuls of Chipotle burrito bowls.

Me- No you don't. I wanna marry you. I wanna have two kids with you. Which is two more than I wanted. I wanna be grouchy on a porch with you and grow old there. I wanna pick out affordable Swedish furniture with you. I wanna get invited to a dinner party with you and then go get burgers afterward, because I know how we are. 

But first, I wanna sit on your face.

And there you have it. Romance, just like Shakespeare wrote it.

Here's a picture of us being civilized and happy-

Don't know when, but a change is gonna come...

 I'm bored with this blog.

   I'm not quite ready to quit blogging, but I am in desperate need of a change. A new layout, a new site, a new...something. I started this blog over three years ago and I feel like too much has changed to keep the same thing going. I've grown out of this old shirt. I want to adopt a more defined style while still maintaining some of the old stuff.
  Over the next couple months I think I'll be trying to start up something new. Hopefully, those of you who have followed along will hang in there with me.

I don't even know if anybody reads this thing anymore anyway.

In Which I Admire Him

Somehow I made him. And he made me. 

I am a blogger, therefore I InstagrAM