Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Outdoor Living

Even though I grew up in a small city, primarily made up of suburbs, I've found that urban living is a great fit for my personality. I always dreamt of living in "the big city" [which one? I knew not] and having a corner market downstairs and a coffee shop and taking taxis everywhere. [Is that the romanticized version or WHAT?!] But seriously, whether my vision was built on reruns of SATC or not, it panned out pretty close to accurate.

I love the energy of city life. There is always something going on. Endless restaurants and bars, entertainment, events... Last weekend I went to a magic show, a food festival, and Fred Armisen stand up. How is this real life? I also LOVE not having a car. Walking everywhere is the best thing in the world and while sure, my feet do have 1 or more blisters at all times, I've enjoyed that time getting to know this gorgeous place. Last month marked my 2 year anniversary [how did that happen you guys??], so Tim and I spent a little time reflecting. After all, I was essentially yanked from an adorable little house in Boise's North End and plopped down in the middle of a huge metropolitan area without a job or a clue. In hindsight, that could have been a real disaster. I'm immensely grateful that it worked out.

However, we also talked about the things I really miss. Nachos at Matador, riding my bike downtown, and... having a private outdoor space. At my old house, I had a charming front porch and a sprawling back patio. I had a choice of either! I loved having breakfast out front and lounging in the shade with a pile of magazines. Or having wine before we went out for dinner. Or getting a little sun on my legs. I mean, it was the best. Here, I've got a rickety fire escape that isn't suitable for escaping from a fire, let alone lounging. We do have access to our rooftop, but it's 1. A shared space and 2. Incredibly windy. I have thought about putting some work in up there, but plants won't really take the wind very well and I don't want to invest a bunch of my [nonexistent] money for a community space. 

To make myself feel better, I spend as much time outdoors as possible. I walk through Golden Gate Park or go on hikes in Mill Valley. I picnic at Alamo Square or whale watch at Ocean Beach. And to feel better about having to share those experiences with the general public, I peruse Pinterest for the best patios ever. And then I get slightly sad, but then very excited for my next home. Here are a few of the outdoor spaces that make my heart beat a little faster. Which one is your favorite?

Image Credits: One // Two // Three // Four // Five 

Monday, July 21, 2014


Trust me when I say that tomorrow, you're going to want to check out Rue Magazine! We're putting the finishing touches on the ALL NEW International Issue-- featuring stunning home tours from across the globe and a dinner party that will fully ignite your wanderlust. So... are you ready to #EscapeWithRue??

Monday, July 14, 2014

Happy Birthday, Papa!

Today, July 14, 2014, is my dad's 60th birthday! My dad, or Papa as I call him, is a very kind, wise, and thoughtful man. We've had a pretty amazing relationship my entire life. He has been my biggest supporter every step [and misstep] of the way. When I showed interest in writing, he drove me across town to the writing camp during the summer. When I was a cheerleader in junior high, he came to all of the games, not to watch the sports or chat with other parents, but to watch me cheer. When I decided I was going to be a rock star, he helped me pay for the drum set and endured countless hours of very, very loud drumming. When I decided I was going to move to San Francisco, he not only gave me his approval... but he drove the moving truck and helped me carry the boxes up two flights of stairs. When I was young, he read me To Kill A Mockingbird once a year... though it wouldn't be until I was much older that I'd recognize the similarities between Papa and Atticus. He never was one to say "I told you so," or punish me for bad choices. Instead, he has guided me through the lessons. He also went above and beyond to show me how I deserved to be treated in a relationship, and when I found someone who had my dad's approval, that meant that I had found the right man to marry. I've always been extremely aware of my unique relationship with my dad, and it makes me all the more grateful to have him in my life.

To be truthful, I could write pages & pages of the reasons I love AND respect him. But I think that pictures speak a thousand words. To celebrate the man that made me who I am today, here are a few of my favorite pictures & memories from the past few years. Happy birthday, Papa!!

Friday, June 20, 2014

Happy Weekend!

Hooray for Fridays! I'm super excited on this particular Friday. I'm typing from SFO, en route to Seattle to visit my BFF! One of the hardest things about moving to San Francisco was leaving all of my best friends in other states. While I've made a lot of great friends in the City by the Bay, nothing compares to those friendships that you've had for years. The best thing about relationships that stand the test of time? Location isn't really an issue, am I right? Between FaceTime, Instagram, and frequent flier miles... you can go years in different area codes & never miss a beat. I imagine this weekend will be filled with lots of great food, good jokes, and maybe [definitely] a mimosa or two. I just hope Lindy remembers how funny she is, and refrains from making jokes when I've just taken a sip. [I tend to laugh so hard I have to spit it out. Sigh.]

How are you spending the sunny Saturday & Sunday ahead??