I dunno, I’m just like really super in to textures right now, y’know? Read more →
Author: Morgan
A Porch is a Porch, Of Course of Course.
I was starting to get pruny from soaking in my geographical jealousy over the outdoor living spaces of my Southern friends when it hit me. I actually do have a porch. I mean, our house, which one could only really refer to as a compound if you saw it because it’s so disco and weird, is an awesome little slice of… Read more →
Eye Candy: Highlights from Dwell on Design 2014
This past weekend we trucked over the hill for Dwell on Design 2014 at the LA Convention Center where the grass truly was greener and totally sustainable, recycled and synthetic, natch. It also housed every prefab I could ever had dreamed of getting inside of. It’s amazing what these guys can erect in two hours. C’mon. You know what I… Read more →
Nirvana Unplugged.
Plugged. That’s how I’ve been feeling. The world has been spinning tragedy at breakneck speed, and all of it is delivered directly to my brain via the Internet, which I can’t seem to stop looking at. Even the good sometimes comes at me too quickly to bear. And this thing? This red tape covered, bucket-of-cold-water-to-the-face, no-do-overs adulthood thing? It has… Read more →
Back In The World Again; Thank You, #ClimbOut
It’s often that posts of mine get stuck in the mental pipeline behind other posts because I have this order of how things happened, and who I promised what to, and what it says on the editorial calendar Lindsey keeps trying to get me to use, and probably seven times out of ten those stuck in the pipeline posts never… Read more →
Shipping Container Homes
Lately I’ve got this bug up my butt. Scott and I have always wanted to build a house. We’ve bounced back and forth between prefab homes and stick building, weighing price per sq ft vs. carbon footprint and all kinds of other annoying things like that. Sometimes logistics hold us back. Sometimes it’s finances. Sometimes it’s just life. Building a house… Read more →
Postpartum Depression Can Eat My Dust: Climb Out of the Darkness 2014
Four years ago I wanted to die. I wasn’t suicidal, to be clear, I made no plans — I was just sort of okay with the idea of not being alive any more. The sheer act of living was harder than I’d ever expected it to be and some days — the worst days — despite having a bouncing bundle of reasons to live in my seven month old baby, I just didn’t think I could do it anymore. Read more →
Portrait of an Anxiety Spiral
It begins in my gut. What was that that bothered me? Shit. Now it’s in my chest but I still can’t remember what I stumbled across or thought about or saw that made me feel left out, forgotten about, less than. I wonder how I have any room for organs at all when my body is so filled with this… Read more →
Never Trust A Big Butt And A Smile
If this isn’t the greatest photo ever taken, well then I just don’t know what. Because obviously MTV Generation + BBD = ALL THIS ^^. We are in it to win it you guys. [Those buck ladies grooving with me are my fellow travelers through the blogosphere (from right) Cara, Jessica, Jen, Heather, Jill, Me (duh), Isabel, & Heather, if you don’t… Read more →
The Internet Can Be Beautiful and Horrible and Confusing Sometimes, And So Can Life
If you’d asked me five years ago if I thought I’d ever meet someone “from the internet” I would have thought you were creepy and changed the conversation. There was a time when meeting people from the Internet was something I considered a one-way ticket to inspiring your own episode of Law & Order. But now? I can’t imagine my… Read more →