Another jam-packed weekend.
Saturday I worked for this amazing youth arts camp at a weekend intensive they were having in Portland. I have spent my last two summers working at this camp as a youth advocate, but Saturday was the first time I got to present a lesson as an artist. It was a truly amazing opportunity and it was so great to see the youth get engaged in fiber arts. I’m super bummed I won’t be there again this summer, but grad school is my main priority right now. I do get to head to camp at the end of April for another intensive, so at least there’s that.
Self-care was a bit low on the list on Saturday as I was so busy all day and also just exhausted from the festivities of the night before. But I did manage a nap post teaching and some general relaxation time. And I made it to bed early, which is pretty awesome on the weekend.
Sunday was about wrapping up the last of my homework for the term. I drank delicious tea and got so much work done with friends at the tea house. I finished my big final project and feel so amazing about wrapping up my first term of grad school. Then I took one of my besties to get birthday pedicures! My feet needed that. Then we picked up another bff and went out for wings and ice cream. Kind of the perfect way to wrap up the weekend. And I was in bed by 10:30, with all of my homework done, ready to face my last long Monday of this quarter (although next term’s Mondays are going to be even more intense, yikes!). Can’t beat that.
Act of self-love: Love and celebrate your friends
Another Epic Weekend.
I spent so much time this weekend loving in some of the best ways I know how.
Two femme friends had birthdays on Sunday, and I baked up a storm all weekend in their honor. Cooking and baking are so important to me, and if I make food for you, it is truly because you mean the world to me. Food is one of the greatest ways I know how to nurture those I care about; it fills me up to no end.
For Jenny, on her 30th birthday: Triple Citrus Cupcakes
(recipe from the Martha Stewart cupcake cookbook)
For Devra, one of my favorite femme Jews: Hamantaschen!
(dough recipe from Smitten Kitchen, this is my first time making them, I think they’ll be even better with some slight modifications next time)
I made strawberry, apricot, and my personal fave poppyseed. They look like jewels.
The weekend was otherwise filled with so much good food, bouncing on trampolines, laughter, joy. I feel like my life is bursting at the seams right now in all the best ways possible.
I’m loving it.
I’m realizing that my weekends are getting so jam-packed with so many things, that I’m not able to document what I’m doing as much as I’d like. I’m going to try to be better about it, but I also think it’s important to just be present and in the moment, so I might fall behind now and again. And that’s ok.
Saturday, February 11th. Probably one of the absolute best days I’ve had in recent memory. Full of self-care, self-love, intention, tenderness, hotness, fun, and joy. I feel like I want to write it all down and share it, but I also want to just preserve it in my memory, for me alone.
I’ll share a few highlights:
- Joined the Wreckers with a friend. Some serious body love right there. I’m so looking forward to skating regularly and playing derby again. For fun. I’m also so unbelievably excited about the friendship that is forming and I’m excited to get to do this with someone I totally adore and enjoy.
- Co-created a large scale valentine for planned parenthood. I’m not big on valentine’s day in general, but I had the opportunity to work on this project, and it felt really good to give some love to something that I really believe in and support.
- Witnessed a beautiful, hot pink sunset with arms slung around each other. An unspeakably joyful shared moment. More of those, please.
- Went to a queer play party. My first in portland (I’ve only been to a handful in general). Three of my friends organized it and I volunteered at the door for a couple of hours. It was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. There were so many people, and everyone seemed really happy to be there and the range of folks in attendance was just wild. Ugh, I can’t wait for it to happen again. I’m pretty shy, and had no expectations for the night, but I left so happy and sore. And that’s all I’ll say about that. I also wore an outfit that I felt really good about. I felt really fucking hot, to be honest.
Full evidence here.
Finished the planned parenthood valentine and went to a lovely potluck. The food was out of this world. I’ll be dreaming about it for a long time. I made my favorite beet dish. I feel some kind of way about beets. The people were so great and sweet and I didn’t feel awkward at all, which is rare for me.
Cooking and sharing food. Two of the surest ways to get back to myself. To feel grounded about who I am in this body.