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As the weather starts to dip into the low 90s here in austin, I can feel myself starting to crave a hot tea and cardigan sweater. Ahhh yes, weather below 100 degrees: You feel like fall. Fall: I want to spend you here:
Yep, that will do.
Also, happy birthday to my sweety! He is one million and twelve today. Good thing I love him.
PS, this is Luis Barragan architecture via
It is a sweltering 106 degrees here in Austin with zero zip zilch signs that summer will end any time soon (I have my sights set on you, November) but the interwebs tell me that the rest of the world is taking that last jump off the rope swing into the lake 'cuza schools starting soon and, for the lucky majority of you, leaves will be (gasp) changing color. Well, I want in. I am ready for a seasonal change. One so imminent that I hold tight to the last days of summer, sadly watching them zoom by. Squeezing in one last summer vacation before I snuggle into my boots and jacket. Yep, I'm shutting my eyes tight and pretending that summer is about to end. I'm spending the last days here:
Oh, did I forget to mention that I own a fantasy summer home in Portugal. So sorry, let me go on:
Back in the real world I do actually own a giant green lamp much like this one, as well as a handmade woven stool. Maybe If I ask Erin real kind and nice like she will spend the next several weeks on craigslist finding me all the other goodies I need to bring it all together. The lamp is, like, a huge start, right?
A quick reminder: while Erin is shopping craigslist, I will be laying here. poolside. at this very real summer house that i very much own.
I also own a hanging chair almost identical to the one shown, so I'm feeling like recreating this in austin really isn't much of a stretch. are you with me?
Look! I'm not the meany you thought I was. I've laid down a second towel for erin to come join me once she has found everything on my list. I'm pretty much the image of altruism.
Interiors schminteriors. I'm hallucinating through yet another sun bleached Texas summer, so what I'm really covetous of is fabulously verdant landscaping -- the lush likes of which could never survive Austin's intemperate clime. Around here, brown lawns and crispy shrubs grace yards of waterwise folks far and wide. The sign at the corner mechanic states that it's so hot, trees are begging the dogs. And you know it's dry when you're desperate to get pissed on, but I bet my slowly dying hedges would recycle those precious bodily fluids faster than Kyle Maclachlan in Dune.
This is what I want right now.
It's even cloudy there.
Heaven.