fresh start, fresh spaces

I realize it's been over a year since my last post...ha. I did a few things in the last year too, traveled to Europe with my middle sister, watched my youngest sister graduate from high school, watched her leave on a gap year to Paraguay, celebrated 6 years of being with my boyfriend, turned another year older, work, work, work, quit my job (something I should have done a long time ago), and now I'm moving back down to Southern California to re-focus my life and figure out what I really want to do. Blogging may or may not be one of those things....but you never know, maybe I will feel more inspired now that I'm on to new and exciting things. Or rather, let's hope I'm feeling more inspired because the past eight months at my old job have been anything but inspiring!

Today I just felt like posting some pictures that do inspire me. I'm a little behind on my online magazine reading so these pictures aren't new, but they were new and pretty to me!

lonny, rue

i'm being original today (launch of lonny mag!)...

Yes, I know, everyone is probably posting this today too so I'm going to be very original and join in on the fun. If you haven't already heard, read, seen, Lonny Mag launched today. It's an online magazine--the editors have ties to the recently extinct Domino. So far I'm really liking it, definitely has that "Domino" feel, but has a lot more interior shots.

Here's a few of my favorite pages/photographs from the magazine, okay, a lot of pages....

This page with the typewriters is more of a "in-your-face" to my parents....Don't worry it's not harsh, I love my parents. Here's the quick story, when I was 11 my paternal grandma passed away and we had a garage sale at her house. She had this old 1930s typewriter that I begged my parents to let me keep, like seriously begged, my mom had to bring me inside the house because I was screaming and crying when my dad sold it. What can I say? I loved anything vintage from an early age, I was a passionate kid.

My dad ended up selling it to a man for $15--and yes, I'm sure we really needed that extra $15 in the bank. I told him that I wanted to keep it for my own house in the future and he wouldn't let me because "we didn't have any room for it". I think he was trying to make sure that I understood that we couldn't keep everything because while we were setting up for the sale I kept wandering around taking things to keep. Little did he know that I would become quite the antique collector...

To be honest, I'm still a little butt-hurt about the whole "typewriter incident" (as we call it in my family). What's funny is now my parents both regret selling the typewriter, which I clearly could have restored as noted in this page in Lonny Mag above ^^

Lonny mag