I was unpacking the last box from the garage for the kitchen the other week and I stumbled upon my spiral notebooks. There's about five of them and it stopped my heart a bit. Before blogs (I KNOW but there was a time...NOT LONG AGO AT ALL) I would collage the shit out of my Mead Five Star Notebooks - list of books to read and music to buy; artists to research, and restaurants that were a must try from LA to NYC. I would cut and tape design inspo of gorgeous houses, dream backyards, and where to shop if I ever found myself in Portland. Anything that made me look twice or stirred any kind of creative twitch in me, I would put into these notebooks - including the wall of wigs in Phyllis Diller's house.
I loved doing this and now...a decade (?) or more later, they are still inspiring me. This blog was created not for any kind of Insta fame or paid sponsorships - it was a place for me to catalog and document all the things that inspired me; it started with the purchase of our house and has morphed into everything this house means; our life and adventures, the amazing cul-de-sac and watching our babies turn into people.
These notebooks bring me back to that time - rereading my notes and looking back now at all these places I taped for when I would one day go...I have gone to them all now and most of them I visit frequently. I'm smiling as I write this - it's a good feeling to be typing while looking out my window at the cul-de-sac coming to life with my trusty notebook to my right. And I've download a bunch of books by Sinclair Lewis on my Kindle...because he was first on my reading list :)