lost girl

We’re halfway through the year, and it’s been such a race to get here. The only thing to do was to take a breather for a few days. An escape in which to linger and remind oneself of January’s goals before plunging forward into another half of 2014. For me this has been a year of gold mining; I’m trying everything, and sifting through all the sand, letting junk fall to the ground in search of the real treasure. Treasure like this cottage in Albion, which I dug through dozens of Airbnb listings to find. I never met the owner, but I could tell immediately that he or she is a human after my own heart; someone who’s worked so hard to move all these pieces of history along through time together in one marvelous package.

I had packed this little black number for a nice dinner on the town, but it turns out there was no town; only a few cottages clinging to steep cliffs along a lost section of the California coast. So I wore the dress anyway, and cooked down chops I’d brought with me and alliums from the back yard on the old Wedgewood oven. Blackberries were growing in over the fence, so I picked those too, and with cheese and bread it all together for a quiet dinner in, while I watched the fog drift through the pine trees and thought about gold mining.

DRESS: MONORENO/TIGHTS: FREE PEOPLE

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XO