fun, la blogesphere, las neighborhoods in SF, newspaper/media, postal delivery, red limbs, the frenchie, trois couleurs, VELCRO, with love from
A couple of weeks ago I entered a fun contest at work. Participants were to submit 3 pictures and I picked a few that you are probably familiar with if you have followed the blog for some time. It was exciting to see them in 8×10 so I printed a few.
The Photography event took place last Thursday and it very cool to see my coworkers’ photographs and enjoy some mingling time. The voting was decided upon post-it notes. My team and I were not in the popular ones, but it was still pretty fun. Here are some snaps. Cheers!
Sometime around 1997, a girlfriend and I had ditched school and went to the record store. On one of days (ok, this happened often) I bought some music I don’t recall now, local zines & 2 magazines starting with the letter B, I had never seen before. BUST and Bitch. I remember reading this article on PJ Harvey and 10,000 maniacs and of course some very cool stuff to read for when I got grounded. Both magazines have evolved and I am happy to see both of them around and not gone. Very cool
So, now I’m going to shamelessly let you know I’m in a magazine. It’s BUST.
The beloved Frenchie – the motobecane astra that has become the vehicle and my shrink of confidence everyday– this steel beauty, gets some love. yay!
Many gracias to the fabulous lady behind bits and bobbins and creator of the wonderful Wardrobe Remix, Tricia Royal. I was pretty flattered when she contacted me about this and also I think is super rad that the beautiful America Ferrera is on the cover & those hearts!!!!
We had fun doing the shoot. The photo was taken in Alamo square (you know, those postcard houses) and it even though it looks quite dry when the sun even came out for a bit, then we got some freak flash rain, crazy. Thought I’d share
What makes me happy is the exposure of the bike, the cities we live in and that being dressed ‘normal’ and a woman is no longer that rare. We don’t need crazy get-ups (cute shoes are not consider crazy! he hee), fancy gadgets or man-lead long distance groups, to be part of the bicycle culture. We are here, and we are ready to ride, with our normal clothes and our happy faces. We move forward, sometimes make friends along the way ‹I have met amazing women that are now best of friends›, discover new places in town, enjoy the great smells from the bike lane (ok in SF, often not-so-great at all), climb hills, fall, bleed, sweat, learn to dodge doors and learn everyday that really it is not hard, to move around with your bicycle.
And dress up? sure why not! give it a try 😀
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Gracias Lucy, Tricia y BUST – and all of you.
♥ much love / meligrosa ♥
What did you do for Black Friday? I’m part of the buy-nothing clan, but such functional necessities such as coffee, don’t really count.
It was great to see the empty streets other than shopping areas. Quiet black pavement with the occassional flying taxi. It was a good morning to walk, sit on the curb, j-walk and have some coffee. That is what a weekday off feels like before 9am. Oh right, and it was the day after thanksgiving after all.
Post street it is. The coffee shop: Farm:table
You walk in and is a typical city place. Enough space for about 10, a few sitting, a few standing.
I had an Americano and did not try any other snack, too early for any of that and I don’t eat breakfast.
They serve delish Verve coffee and I approve. Love at first sip. Friendly staff, small place, simple. I plan to return.
Black Friday weekend carries over to Monday. Who is ready to return to work? Not me. But, speaking of work and all black elixirs, a lovely gift from a fellow coffee lover. We understand our addictions well. After all, admitting you have a problem means it isn’t really one, errrr – right.
This hits home. Delicious.
*which comes from magical place in Los Angeles like this, below: (from a trip earlier this year)
Speaking of ELAY, Caryl sent me this picture when she saw the above, taken from what I think is the 405, what a rare sighting.
And to sum this black colour love post, here is velcro, she says hello. ♥cheers /////
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facin’ up when your whole world is black
-who else, the Rolling Stones.