I turned 25 yesterday. This year’s birthday was nice and quiet. I had a few friends over on the weekend; saw Miyazaki’s final feature film, The Wind Rises, with Arthur (it was incredible, by the way); took Odo to my parents’ house to run around and play in the rain; and ate more sushi than I thought was humanly possible. Arthur got me these gorgeous oxblood Bass Weejuns as a gift and I love them! I’m starting to break them in, since I plan on wearing them on our trip to Europe this year. Got to make sure they’re ready for lots and lots of walking!
And of course I am beyond ecstatic about it raining on my birthday. I hope we get more of it this spring. California needs it!
Dress: Mata Traders
Necklace: My grandmother’s 1919 dime
Earrings: Farmers’ Market find
And a sound for late February.
The Bay Area has a small garden store chain called Sloat. I had to stop by the San Rafael location this weekend to get some potting soil to repot some pansies Arthur got me for Valentine’s Day (and to repot my long-suffering Burro’s Tail succulent). I know almost nothing about gardening, but I’ve wanted to start a small garden on my porch for a while. Despite having lived in the North Bay for my whole life, I don’t recall ever having visited the San Rafael Sloat before this weekend. I didn’t realize what a magical little place it is! I originally went just for potting soil, but the place was so cute and inspiring that I just had to come home with something new for our porch. I ended up getting a little oregano plant to see how well I do with herb gardening. I think I’ll get some rosemary next, and possibly mint so I can give some to my parents’ rabbit, Gandalf. If I can handle those things, I’d like to start planting some leafy greens too, like kale and spinach.
These photos are reminding me how much I need a haircut.
Crop top: UO
empathy that ripples hillsides
to resist an aggressive sun
empathy’s silver veil
tugging on the soil’s heart
shining grey heads break the surface
gaze upon a world of longing
things get quiet
and the rain comes
when our sea is slate
when our sky is shrouded
when our sea and sky weave their fingers
“Hunger Moon” is the fifth poem I wrote for my monthly Full Moon Poems series. This month’s full moon is most commonly called the Snow Moon, but since we don’t get snow here, I’m using one of its other names: the Hunger Moon. I thought it was appropriate, since we’re experiencing a huge drought out here in California. We did get four days straight of rain about a week ago, but we could use lots more.
Thank you for tuning in this Valentine’s Day for my monthly poem! Check back next month for another installment of this series.
I’ll admit, this shirt was a bit of an impulse buy for me, but when I saw it pop up on the Corgnelius/Stumphrey Instagram, I knew I had to get one for myself. I mean, come on, it has corgis all over it! And they’re wearing little bandanas and ties! How could I not?
It’s not often I wear clothes in the lighter end of the spectrum either, especially not in the whites/creams/ivories. But this one was just too cute. It’s from Urban Outfitters, by the way, in case you need some corgness in your wardrobe too. They’re sold out online, but there were plenty in my local UO location. That may not be the case soon though, since it was posted on the Corgnelius Instagram this weekend.
We finally got some significant rain on Sunday. I hope this helps fend off the drought a little bit. I hear we’ll be getting some more this upcoming weekend too. I can only hope.
Odo took this rainy day as a chance to roll around in the wet grass and make silly noises. After his big day playing in the rain, he fell fast asleep.
It’s nice to wear bright colors sometimes. I’m usually the queen of all things dreary, always wearing black, navy, and gray. I used to wear a lot of red, and Arthur loves it when I wear red, but for some reason, bright reds haven’t been my go-to color as of late like they used to be. I felt like this red skirt from ModCloth was the perfect thing to brighten up my wardrobe. It actually comes with a wide belt you can tie into a bow, but since I didn’t want to wear two bows with this outfit, I used the red belt from one of my early-1940s dresses. This is kind of a 1940s casual look anyway, so it works! And the skirt a linen-rayon blend, perfect for the upcoming Spring and Summer.
…Or this year’s Winter. Northern California is still waiting for rain. And we’re in a drought emergency right now. It’s not good. I’m sure all the people on the East Coast are looking at our 70 degree days with a lot of jealousy, but those 70 degree days also come with a rapidly dwindling water supply statewide. I fear for what condition the state will be in during the summer months.
Saturday was Odo’s first birthday! Yes, dogs have no clue what a birthday is, but I gave him a new squeaky toy and a new bandana anyway. And we celebrated by having over two of his favorite corgi friends, Athena (our neighbor’s corgi who is only one month younger than Odo) and Odo’s little brother Dean. The photos in this post are of Odo and Dean, because their brotherly love is just too cute for words, and because I couldn’t get many good photos of Odo and Athena together. Dean is much younger than Odo, but they are brothers through and through! Just not littermates.
I remember the first day we took him home. He was nine weeks old. I took this picture that day while he was napping. His ears were still floppy and he still had a little sable color in his fur. He was about seven pounds.
Since then, his ears perked and his fur reddened. And he grew to a whopping 31 pounds (big for a corgi)! But I still see him as that little tiny pup I cradled in my arms in the spring of last year. Like most puppies, raising him in those early stages was a challenge, but he has always had a big heart, and Arthur and I are really proud that we nurtured that and helped his naturally sweet personality come through.
He got a lot of playtime on Saturday and slept a ton after his friends went home. If he knew what a birthday was, I think he’d consider his first to be a good one!
when possums were ancients
hawks were lighthouse keepers
and the clapper rail sang solidarity
we were the only ones
gray little girls
folded our fingers in half
and crowned in mulberry leaves
the only wolves in california
chanting tundras we’d never seen
after each frost became rain
lifting waxy chartreuse from the earth
“Wolf Moon” is the fourth poem I wrote for my monthly poetry series, Full Moon Poems. The January moon will be the smallest full moon this year. It will be at its fullest around 8:53 tonight, so keep your eye out for this little moon.
Arthur took the above photo during our Mata Traders photoshoot at Fort Baker in Sausalito. When we rounded one of the old military buildings, we discovered a coyote napping out in the open during the daytime. It was pretty incredible.
“Fwoosh” was the word Arthur used to refer to the skirt-spinning photos in this post. And if you’ve ever owned a circle skirt in your life, you know there is nothing more awesome than twirling in one and making it go “fwoosh.”
I got this skirt from ModCloth with a gift certificate my brother gave me for Christmas. I needed a plain black skirt, and I felt like I needed more full skirts in my closet. I also needed something high-waisted to go with the crop tops I’ve been slowly accumulating, like the one pictured. I’m looking for versatility in clothing these days. It’s really easy for me to be drawn to really pretty stand-alone dresses, and while they’re always nice, nothing beats having an elegant staple piece, especially in black. My sartorial golden rule: When in doubt, wear black.
The new year on my blog begins with a silly family portrait. Though this year it’s missing one animal companion (rest in peace, Lemmy).
Odo looks kind of small here, but in actuality, he’s pretty big for a corgi. He’s a little over 30 pounds now, and he’s long-bodied and rather portly. He’ll be turning a year old this month. I can’t believe he’s that old already! We brought him home in late March when he was only 9 weeks old and still had floppy ears. Raising a puppy this past year has been a challenge, but it has been really rewarding and magical.
Thanks to every one of you who read Un Petit Fauve in 2013, and to those of you who bought my book as well! (I still have copies left, by the way.) 2013 was a great year for this blog, and 2014 will be even better. Thank you for your support!