welcome home

Yesterday, while San Francisco was sunny, I was stuck inside, a forced house-arrest in some regards. My roof and bathroom were being ripped apart—a long story which involves a leaky roof, a moldy bathroom, and a long list of other issues. However, I used my time trapped in the living room to try out a new 18mm lens.

My husband and I are collectors. He has his records, and I have my magazines, and clothes, and shoes, and... I've collected magazines for years, and although I do have issue after issue of Another Magazine, Lula, Vogue, Elle Decor, Noise, and Nylon, I have to say I am most proud of my French Vogue and Elle UK collections. They are a testament to the fact that I have gone to the magazine store at least once a month for the last 6 years. Dedication. Truly dedication. (Note to memory here: I did live in Sacramento for a while...imagine trying to find any thing French there, let alone a magazine.)

Aside from our collections, I love that most things in my apartment were given to me from my family. The bronze elephants and apples are unique, as they were my mothers and grandfathers. Constant good reminders.

All homes are a work in progress, but I think my husband, nacho dog, and I are off to a good start.