We are halfway through summer already and my small promise to myself to “take a vacation” sadly has not yet happened and probably will not by summer’s end. And so, I amuse myself by taking photos around the home and meeting lovely friends for leisurely breakfast and coffee dates around Portland and I am learning to be happy about this status of “staying put.” Also, it is nice to remind myself that many people come to Portland to vacation and I get to live here. So, that’s a pretty wonderful thing I think.
Some glimpses into the butler’s pantry extension in our house. This is where I end up drying a lot of flowers and herbs and where I display my pretty vintage dishware.
Scenes from the backyard. It has been so dry in Portland and our grass is all brown and many of my plants are sad and wilting. But even in their browned phase, they’re still beautiful, don’t you agree?
A coffe date with my friend Rebekah of Vintage Byrd at the charming Twenty Six cafe in NE Portland. I am so in love with the wallpaper and all the antique photos and that touch of hydrangea. I feel like this could be my house!
And last but certainly not least… Robert Redford. Our little terrier poodle pup whom I love so very, very much. I cannot stop nuzzling him, giving him kisses, taking his pictures (much to his chagrin), and of course plenty of doggie selfies. When I am working he is usually curled up on top of a pile of vintage (crinolines his prime choice), or a stack of pillows. He’s very catlike which I adore.
I spent part of last week nesting and nestling in our house. After I photographed vintage for the shop I took a few photos of the recent finished section of our living room. For the longest time this long wall in our living room/dining room was blank and now it just does my soul a bit of good to see art on it.
Wednesday I shot over 600 product photos for the shop in 2.5 hours and I swear I have never photographed a rack of vintage clothing so fast in my life! I don’t even know how I did it, just that I did and I actually had FUN.
I think since we opened up our shop, Orn Hansen, in Portland, I’ve felt so pulled in too many directions. Last week was the first week where I wasn’t working EVERY SINGLE day trying to balance Shop A and Shop B and life.
I’ll be honest, it’s been awhile since doing the whole vintage selling thing has given me joy, the kind of “it’s Christmas morning, I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow morning (to work)” joy. Perhaps it’s because it’s so cyclical now and it’s the same old, same old. Nothing is new. It’s just point A, to point B, to point C.
Lately though, since a recent shift with my Mister’s career path, I’ve been able to get back into my vintage groove again. Slowly. I’ve fallen off my system wagon and I’m a bit rusty. Things are taking longer than usual for me to process and my ever so impatient self just can’t help but roll her eyes at the slowness of being.
But it’s coming back. That magical inkling feeling… even having the TIME to snap these photos around the living room did me a whole lotta good.