I can’t resist color. I have to move towards it, have to reorient myself to be closer to things that are vibrant. My favorite part of living in DC is running through the Capital Hill district and seeing all the colors, all the bright doors and bold awnings. The already vivid architecture contrasts with the changing gardens and seasons an it soothes my soul against many of the things that I am struggling to love in this city. This is my favorite street. I like how all the houses were built at once, one continuous brick structure, and then each dwelling was divided by color, was set apart by a bold hue. I like to run by it at sunset and see the way the light floods this street, flowing the colors out of the alley. Whoever painted these houses realized that life is sweeter when lived in color.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramMay your weekend be full of signs of Spring, like sunshine, fresh flowers, and squishy babies trying to take their clothes off. #🌸If they knew how hard James and I were working to find a way to move and get more space so we wouldn’t all be on top of each other in this little apartment, they would be so confused. As far as these two are concerned, nothing is better than the total lack of personal space that is our lives right now. A constant reminder that our home now is all they know, and thus, all they know to love. (Sidenote to parents with tiny kids and not much space: I was so worried about them sharing a room and waking each other up all night long, but it has been awesome! Also those Ikea under bed drawers are GAME CHANGERS.)