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We hope you had a wonderful Thanksgiving and enjoyed the long weekend.  Our family had a change of plans and everyone ended up in Cleveland which was a nice and unexpected way to spend the weekend.  Here’s some of what we did:


Lauren – Cleveland, OH


Saturday night at the Cavs game


Taking a moment before dessert


Cleveland’s Terminal Tower in red and green


Farrell – Denver, CO & Cleveland, OH


Cook Thanksgiving in Boulder, CO


Driving through a winter wonderland


A Saturday trip to Lenscrafters.

It’s been a busy week finalizing the details of a vintage shopping event, re: COLLECTION, that I’m co-producing here in Cleveland the first weekend of December.  We’re super excited to have an awesome group of vintage dealers and a beautiful space lined up in Little Italy.

Screen Shot 2015-11-22 at 10.15.36 PMFor those of you in Cleveland (or with Cleveland connections), I’d be super grateful if you could help spread the word!  You can find more information at all the usual locations.  Thank you!



F: What is one thing you learned this week?

L: Ah, it’s been quite a week, hasn’t it?!  For me, it started with my birthday and a of feeling so much love and friendship.  Then all of the world events and responses to them, which I (along with so many others) felt deeply affected by.  And yesterday I spent about six hours in the emergency room with my mom and grandmother (we were concerned she might have broken bones in her back, pelvis or hips but thankfully, she did not).  Ultimately, I learned something I already knew to be true: life is better when shared with each other.

F: Where are you getting your coffee from these days?

L: Good ol’ Blackbird Bakery. I love their coffee but it’s nearly impossible to pass up their pastries, so it’s a slippery slope.

F: Have you been cooking more? If so, what’s your favorite dish these days?

L: Oh jeez, not in the slightest. I was cooking a little a couple of weeks ago and make this Fiery Kale with Garlic and Olive Oil. It was pretty good.

F: When do you head to Florida?

L: On Tuesday! We’re going to miss you and Albert but I’m looking forward to the trip.

F: What is your favorite new purchase for Disco Emporium?

L: I bought really pretty dress at this hole-in-the-wall thrift shop on Delancey Street when I was in NYC. Honestly, I pretty much forgot about it until this very moment. I’ll have to unearth it and get it photographed asap.


(image from Solar Biology by Hiram E. Butler via here)

“aries – you are not a villain
because you couldn’t be their hero
remember that self-preservation
is not the same as cruelty
(do what you need to.)
taurus – you did not need to work so tirelessly
to ensure that people believed
you were worth the effort
they always did. you always were.
(be selfish.)
gemini – you are playing by rules
that nobody else knows
are you winning the game,
or are you the only one playing?
(this is not your defeat.)
cancer – refusal to confront them directly
does not make you a lesser warrior
pick up your pen
unleash upon them your paper monsters
(fight the good fight.)
leo – stop carving out new wounds
in an effort to forget old ones
stop hoping that every goodbye
is a “to be continued”
(lose their number.)
virgo – “everything happens for a reason”
is thought of as true
but it may also be
just another one of your excuses
(take responsibility.)
libra – you cannot shoulder
both a fear of being forgotten
and a fear that everyone remembers
what you did
(forgive yourself.)
scorpio – do not fear your own insignificance
instead take comfort in the fact
that the stars will not think less of you
if you can’t handle this alone
(stop. breathe.)
sagittarius – your kindness may look
like weakness
but you are not weak
you were never weak
(this is as it should be.)
capricorn – all the ugly things you never said
have gathered and lingered like blood under your fingernails
your world has no need of that ugliness now
clean your hands, it’s alright.
(it will never be like before.)
aquarius – perspective is everything
what to you seems like an air of mystery
may seem to everyone else a question
of whether you ever existed at all
(tell them everything.)
pisces – you will not find “happily ever after”
through living one chapter again and again
you’ve learned all you can from this
move forward
(you owe the past nothing.)”

via That Kind of Woman

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In the morning
drink a warm cup of water

Have a water bottle to fill and
drink throughout the day

Practice yoga as close to daily
as possible. You love it!

Grocery shop. Make smoothies/
smoothie bowls

Eat oatmeal. Make salads

Learn veggie dishes.

Go to sleep before midnight.

Write a little everyday. It can
be on legal paper that
you immediately tear up and
throw away

slowly, slowly

There are so many ways to
live. As a traveler. A worker.
A gypsy. A daughter. A friend.
A host.

Buy a house in Cleveland. Run
it as a bnb. a shop. a
wellness and creative space.


For the first time in five days, I sit by myself. Reflecting on all the cheers-ing, laughing, dancing, hugging, loving and sharing that took place on my trip to Maine and Boston last weekend. The word that comes to mind is heartful.

I know that life ebbs and flows, so I’m trying to give myself fully, but without attachment, to this current state, “still a child, still dancing toward the rhythm of life.”


Flies Buzzing

somewhere in america, in a certain state of grace . . .
Patti Smith

As a child I danced
to the heartful, savage
of the Native, the
American Indian,
in the Turtle Mountains,
in the Round Hall,
in the greasy light of
kerosene lamps.

As a child I danced
among the long, jangle legs of
the men, down
beside the whispering moccasin women,
in close circles
around the Old Ones,
who sat at the drum,
their heads tossed, backs arched
in ancient prayer.

As a child I danced away from the fist,
I danced toward the rhythms of life,
I danced into dreams, into
the sound of flies buzzing.
A deer advancing but clinging to the forest wall,
the old red woman rocking in her tattered shawl,
the young women bent, breasts
drooping to the mouths of their young, the heat
hanging heavy on the tips of our tongues,
until the Sun
burned the sky black, the moon
made us silvery blue and
all of the night sounds, all of the night sounds

folded together with the buzzing
still in our heads,
becoming a chant of ghosts,
of Crazy Horse and Wovoka
and all the Endless Others,
snaking through the weaving through the trees
like beams of ribbons of light,
singing, we shall live again we shall live,

until the Sun and the Sun and the Sun and I
still a child, still dancing
toward the rhythm of life.

Mark Turcotte, “Flies Buzzing” from The Feathered Heart, published by Michigan State University Press. Copyright © 1998 by Mark Turcotte. 

Source: The Feathered Heart (Michigan State University Press, 1998)

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Frida the Queen of Selfies @fishwithbraids #artsinactionbushwick #morganwalls

F: What is one thing that you have learned about yourself this past year?

L: I’ve learned that once I spend a little time somewhere, I always feel like that is where I should stay. Makes for a funny way to experience moving around as much as I have been.

F: What are you most looking forward to?

L: The possibility of my dreams becoming reality.

F: What is your favorite way to express yourself?

L: Decorating a space.

F: If you could travel back in time, where would you go?

L: Back to Bali! Oh, do you mean more like another time?! Hmmm, maybe I’d check out the bohemian scene in Paris in the 1930s.

F: Have you been listening to any music? Care to share?

L: I’ve been feeling pretty off my game on the musical front. I’ve been waiting for a new (or old) album or artist to draw me in and completely knock my socks off.


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