My friend Tony is always busting my chops online for being a “crunchy granola hippie.” This is so far from the truth, it is laughable. Don’t get me wrong — I’d like my life was a bit crunchier. I wish I was less drawn to Tory Burch handbags and overpriced designer mascara. I also never met a $14 glass of Chilean chardonnay I didn’t like. I’m a fair combination of environmentalista-frugalista-material girlista. (What? It’s a thing.)
When my friend Amanda placed these bowls out at a recent garage sale, I didn’t think twice in scooping them up. Of course we don’t need more bowls, but they were handmade, and each has a signature on the bottom. Their colorful glazes would make a bowl of anything more delicious — or better yet, a great way to display jewelry on a bureau. I love folk art. Quilts, beaded jewelry, baskets, canned goods, woodworking and pottery — sign me up.
I’m excited to now be living so close to work. I’ll begin commuting via Olive ASAP. We’ll see how it goes; my friend JT has long bike commuted, logging 1000-plus miles a year doing so. I’ve admired his commitment and willingness to suck it up and cycle.
I have no lofty goals of doing it every day to be posted. I would like to ride when possible to both save gas and spend my morning commute doing anything other than sitting on the freeway. Some days will require heels and a fancy dress. Others I can get away with slacks and flats.
So, Tony — call me crunchy all you like. I am who I am, and this tanned skin, containing all my crazy interests and desires, is feeling more comfortable than ever.