Some friends and I took a trip down to Wynwood, Miami, to see the walls. In this area, local artists, (and some big names too), come and paint. Everywhere. It’s beautiful, and a fun way to experience art culture in a city.
I find myself often wishing I lived somewhere else. Being from California, I miss the west coast and everything that goes with it; mountains, dry weather, cali beaches, surfing, just the whole culture. And at the same time, I’m dying to head overseas and experience life in Australia, France, and Spain. Backpacking through Europe is definitely on my bucket list.
But while it’s great the have dreams to travel, I find I can quickly become discontent in my current situation. South Florida is certainly not where I picture myself staying, it doesn’t feel like home, however I might as well enjoy the time here while I have it. Who know what I might miss?
So all that to say, I’m starting a new section here called Love Your City. I’m going to find the beauty and quirkyness of this area, and soak it all in before my time here is over. Let’s explore. Let’s have an adventure.
What do you love about your city?
Some of these beautiful pics came from the talented Amy Lynne
I love TOMS Shoes and all they do. Not only is the one-to-one idea brilliant, but they have the cutest styles now! And if you’re like me and have ordered your TOMS online, chances are you have one of their blue and white TOMS drawstring bags laying around.
I got the idea to turn it into a pillow from the ever crafty Adora, and with some pillow stuffing and a needle and thread, ta da! TOMS pillow. It’s pretty adorable if I do say so myself.
Sometimes pizza is just good for the soul. And making homemade pizza with friends while enjoying a bottle of red wine is not only cathartic, but deliciously relaxing.
The other night me, Amy, and Mary decided pizza and wine was just what we needed after a busy week. We wanted to keep things fresh, and a caprese pizza fit the bill perfectly. And as appetizer (because when you have fresh mozzarella, basil, and tomatoes, who can wait?) I threw together a caprese salad with the leftovers, an dtopped it with some olive oil and balsamic glaze. Molto delizioso!
1 package pizza dough (or make your own)
1 jar of marinara
1 ripe tomato thickly sliced
1 ball fresh mozzarella, thickly sliced
handfull of crumbled goat cheese
fresh pressed garlic
handful of fresh chopped basil
Stretch out your pizza dough until it’s the thickness you’d like. I prefer a thinner crust, so I stretched it to the ends of a cookies tray. Place dough on oiled tray. Rub olive oil and fresh pressed garlic into your crust, then top with desired amount of marinara sauce. later basil, fresh tomato, mozzarella, and goat cheese. Bake at 350 for 20-25 minutes, or until the crust is golden and the cheese is bubbling. Let rest for a few minutes (if you can), and enjoy!
Now please don’t misunderstand, I love my girls. Not to brag, but I have some of the best lady friends in the world. We’re talking take you in when you have nowhere to live, drive all the way down to Fort Lauderdale twice in one night to rescue your sick self, lend you money when you’re too poor to buy lunch, good friends. And these girls I will hang out with any day of the week and twice on Sundays.
The idea of hanging out with random girls I don’t know well, and making polite conversation and pretending to listen and being polite and ladylike and not so sarcastic that you offend half the group? That’s terrifying. And hard. Have you met me? I speak fluent sarcasm, and more than once it’s been misinterpreted. And I seem awful. Being a girl is hard.
But this wasn’t one of those hard nights. This was me and three friends cracking open a few bottles of red and baking cookies. This was close friends sitting on counter-tops and making inappropriate jokes.
Whatevs, you know you do it. I love these girls. And I highly suggest a relaxed, wine-infused girls’ night. It’s good for the soul.
If there’s one thing I wish I was good at and yet always fail while doing, it’s gardening. The last plant I owned, I started out watering it daily and caring for it…and then I started to forget water…and then I put it outside for some sun…and that was about a month ago. I guess I should retrieve it.
I tried a vegetable garden one time, I think one green bean plant peaked out above the soil, and once it realized I was its gardener, it gave up. Dying is a plant’s first choice over having me tend to it. I’m going to try a herb garden soon I think…stay tuned.
Anyway, I think gardening would be more of a priority if I depended on what I grew to feed myself and family. It would quickly move from a hobby to a necessity. As a non-green-thumb gardener, I’ve super excited about the campaign that I’m working on at Cross right now, which sends packets of seeds overseas to families living in rural areas. Isn’t that brilliant?
You can check out the video Adora made for the campaign here. What’s really cool about it is she used footage from actual projects we support, and the soundtrack is from a recording we did of Zambian children singing. I think it’s pretty awesome. I think you will too.