Being the thoughtful little buggers they are, a few of my Weeblies snagged me this deeelicious pressed juice from a pop-up shop next door to us (hosted by The Station, our fave coffee shop).

Can't wait to try some more flavors! Damn I love living in a city with so many healthy, tasty treats right at my finger tips...

So proud of Scott, Dawson and the rest of the Weebly crew for the launch of our Android App! Hope ya like your celebration cake ;)

Chillin.

Thinking about my Australia trip a little extra today. This shot of a kangaroo we fed and cuddled still makes me smile :)

For reasons that are slightly too complicated to explain (and really not all that interesting), when I moved out from my last apartment into my current (adorable) abode, I took very, very little along with me. Think mattress on the floor, grandmother's big ol' cooking pot and my clothes kind of little.

Since then, 2.5 years later, I am still sans many a "normal" household item. At first my delay in filling up my happy new space was simply a matter of finances; picking and choosing what to add, when, came down to strictly numbers and absolute necessities. It was a good lesson, actually. I became acutely aware of each dollar earned and spent and learned what was really important to me (cough cough, travel, cough cough) and how that affected my finances.  I lived simply, but deliberately.

Also, if I'm honest, I think there was always an underlying...hmm...not quite fear, per se, but just awareness of an ever present state of impermanence. I had moved so much over the course of 5 years that the idea of investing in one singular home that would inevitably leave me at a loss (oh the meaning behind that...my coach would have a field day....as B would say, "should I call T and tell her you're coming in hot?!") didn't quite appeal to me.

But my rolling stone soul is feeling particularly settled in this space. Having almost moved again a few months ago, my love for this tiny home has expanded to fill every wood-floored corner, and I'm ready to fill in the gaps to make this sacred space even more cozy, functioning and welcoming. Pending any big changes, I will most likely spend the remainder of my SF days here in this home--a fact which both excites and soothes me.

So last night I popped into the William Sonoma store I live above (I know, talk about torture on a daily basis!) and spent a whopping $9.95 on a set of basic 4 grip-cutting boards. The kitchen is my main project now; building up an artillery of supplies to help me prepare nourishing foods for my body and soul is project #1. It's a good investment, I think. Because I have managed to go without so many small appliances and tools (ie a cutting board) I know which items will really be used and which I can pass on, tucking those few extra monies into my travel savings for my next big adventure.

Ahhh, slicing my avocado was especially satisfying last night.

It really is the little things, you know, that sometimes stand for so much.

In Gratitude,

Trish

Sparked in the magazine section of Walgreens last night, I present to you a list of 5 signs you are pushing 30 (ie 5 signs yours truly is clearly pushing 30):

1. Cosmopolitan magazine gets glossed right over in the magazine rack (even if the same suggested sex positions/tricks didn't already seem ridiculous, you don't think your late twenties body could handle them, anyway) for Real Simple. Just look at that flower arrangement! I must have it on my Spring kitchen table-scape immediately.

2. When making arrangements for visiting friends, overnight trips or "I-may-have-to-crash-at-your-place" drinking plans...the first question to pop in your mind is Will I have a bed? Floor sleeping and couch squishing put a cramp in your neck just thinking about them. This lady needs a proper bed, or she is staying at a hotel.

3. Speaking of bedtime: your nightly routine is becoming increasingly complicated and long. Not exfoliating your face, applying anti-aging serum, brushing (with an electric toothbrush), flossing, mouth-washing, hand-creaming, foot-lotioning (sometimes even with little, warm spa socks), hair brushing and probably braiding to avoid snarls, tall glass of water drinking then peeing twice before laying down is...well...not an option.

4. Your purse is getting heavier and bigger.

What do you mean you are only bringing that little clutch out tonight!, I exclaim in horror at my 22 year old friend.

It has everything I need, she calmly replies.

That's not possible, I say. Where do you keep your emergency drugs? Advil? Pepto? (in a hushed tone) GasX?

I won't get sick.

Tampons?

I don't have my period.

But what if you get your period?

I won't, I'm on the pill.

Yes but what if you still get it...

Do you not understand how the pill works?

*She walks away from me on dangerously high heels...I scurry after her in my flats.*

The contents of my bag currently include, but are not limited to: hand sanitzer, my Kindle (boredom strikes when you least expect it, people!), my entire makeup bag, my sunglasses case, my eyeglasses case, eye drops, a mini pharmacy, my wallet, sunscreen, deodorant, a booklet of stamps, a pen, my iPhone, a hair clip, a dozen or so bobby pins, keys, a spare doggy poo bag in case I'm with Lucy and a notebook. OK OK. Two notebooks. But one is really little.

5. Being able to reply to the question "Got any plans this weekend?" with a solid no! is a pleasure and a thrill to rival even the most exciting, best laid calendar of events. You get protective over your plan-less weekend, hoarding it away in your apartment along with old copies of Real Simple magazine and cups of tea out of the same chipped mug for 2 days. Checking off even just 1/2 of your to-do list (post office, groceries, thank you card...yea, that'll do.) sends you into a euphoric state of great accomplishment. Spa socks on your feet, hydrating masque on your face, you revel in radio silence; almost Gollum style referring to your plan-free weekend as your precious. You love an adventure and you love your friends....but 30 is calling and these days are so rare, you know?

The list actually goes on, but I am re-evaluating my retirement investments today and must be signing off...(oh gosh. so not early 20's anymore.)...

In Gratitude,

Trish

We were excited and honored to have Mayor Edwin Lee join us at Weebly HQ yesterday for a bit of Q&A/general meet and greet time. Sit-down Q&A really isn't our style (bleck, formalities, bleck), so we opted for a small, super casual in-house happy hour downstairs instead. Mayor Lee was a great sport...though I'm surprised no one challenged him to a game of ping pong :)

We love sharing our office and vision with guests, so thanks for spending time with us, Mr. Mayor!

In Gratitude,

Trish