Friday, August 27, 2010

Weekend Inspiration: Finding Love Here


I woke up so full of love this morning! I had a "smile in my heart", if you will. I've never been a zippity-do-da kind of gal, but sometimes I'm overwhelmed by the beauty and love and friends in my life, and it makes me want to whistle a happy tune. It makes me want to smile at strangers. It makes me want to throw on a simple white cotton dress and ride around on a bicycle with Andrew singing "Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head" in the soft light of the countryside.





So, Love is my inspiration today, and that video reminded me that I love Paul Newman. What a hunk.

His 50 year marriage to Joanne Woodward was remarkable, and obviously an anomaly in Hollywood. Paul was quoted as saying their marriage lasted "because of great impatience tempered by patience. When you have been together this long, sometimes you drive each other nuts, but underneath that is some core of affection and respect." (Source: Nancy Griffin, "Newman's Luck",  AARP Magazine, 6/2005)

It was rumored that Joanne was engaged to Gore Vidal before she married Paul, but Vidal later claimed that it was just a stunt to capture Paul's attention. Yeah girl! I'm glad that worked out for ya.

She said of their marriage: "sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, that's a real treat" (Simrhan Khurana, quotations.about.com). Andrew frequently makes me laugh so hard that I fart, or pee in my pants, or both, so I know what she means.

After being asked how he stayed faithful to Joanne, Newman is famous for saying: "why go out for a hamburger when you have a steak at home?" Ain't that sweet?


I learned about Paul and Joanne's altruism through my mom, who for several years, took a group of kids from her school district in East Salinas to the  Hole In The Wall Gang Camp in Connecticut. It's a non-profit camp for children with cancer, started by Paul and Joanne 20 years ago, with the intention of creating a place where  sick kids could reclaim some of their youth and "raise a little hell". You should really click on that link above to find out more about the camp-- what they do there is so inspiring.

My mom stood next to Paul at the salad bar in the cafeteria once.  She said he was probably 80 years old, but he still made her knees weak. It could have been those famous blue eyes. But a man committed to his wife with a kind heart and a sense of humor? That would make my heart flutter any day.

Here's another inspiring couple that was in "Butch Cassidy and The Sundance Kid":

Sam Elliot  was an extra while Katherine Ross' character was busy choosing between Robert Redford and Paul Newman (who would you  choose? I lie awake nights pondering this. Please discuss in the comment section.) He said "I was just a glorified extra. Being an extra, I wasn't going to accost the leading lady, although I sure watched her work a lot." I'm sure you did, Sam.

Well he had to wait a few years, but they've been married since 1984. 

My mom and I attended a party in a very rural part of Carmel Valley and the Ross-Elliots were there. (Hang out with my mom, you'll probably meet a heart throb.) I was introduced to Katherine and I said "you look so familiar, do you come into r.g. Burgers a lot?" My only frame of reference for recognizing people at the time was having waited on them. She replied with a grin "no, I just have one of those faces." My mom's friend overheard the whole thing and pulled me aside, hissing through her teeth "That's Katherine Ross! You know, from The Graduate???" 'What the heck was she doing at a party on a ranch in Cachagua?' I wondered to myself. Then I saw Sam and swooned. I mean he looked just like this, so I guess maybe he really is a cowboy.



Speaking of swooning:




In other news, I'm thinking of taking up Ping Pong.


Don't even get me started on Robert Redford. No seriously, don't. I'm trying to write a blog post about love here, not post gratuitous photos of hot babes. I think.

But back to my point, I'm just a big ol' dork for love right now. I'm in it. With Andrew, with my friends, with Santa Barbara.

I feel like that annoying John Mayer monologue from "Where the Light Is". Not that I have that album and listen to it all the time or anything. Not that I inadvertently memorized the part where he says "So I'm gonna experiment with this love thing. Giving love. Feeling love. I know it's corny but it's the last thing I've got to check out before I check out." Oh John, you're so simultaneously fascinating and full of shit.


A real lover.




SO! My mission for myself and my mission for you, my dear and faithful reader, is to go out and focus on all the things that bring you love this weekend. Whether it's romantic love, friend love, pet love or love of shirtless men in cutoffs playing ping pong, feel it! Focus on it. Hold it. It's a big beautiful world out there, ready to fill you up with wonder, if you let it.








** For the sake of the blog, Andrew loaned me his old camera and is very patiently teaching me how to use it. I went to the park near our house yesterday and caught some sweet moments, I think. Pardon the beginning photography. 




Lindsay and Prada: Pet love!




Cute kid and ducks love!


Insert pun here.



Love Meghan

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Champagne wishes and RPV dreams







Last Friday Andrew and I headed south to Rancho Palos Verdes for a weekend-long wedding bonanza for his friends Brian and Erica. He was in the wedding, so thanks to Erica's very generous parents, we got to stay at the Terranea for two nights. Holy high rolling! 

Brian and Erica

I have always been fascinated by the Palos Verdes Peninsula. Sandwiched between Torrance and Long Beach, the area always struck me as a diamond in the rough that is Los Angeles.  It's easy to forget you're in the smoggiest city west of the Mississippi when you're surrounded by wild peacocks, open space and a rugged, beautiful coastline.

Mary Donovan



I read a little bit about the history of PV before we left and my imagination got all fired up!





The Palos Verdes Yacht Club (not sure if it ever actually existed, but it looks great)

I read that Myrna Loy and Ethel Barrymore used to attend lavish parties at Villa Narcissa, which still belongs to the Vanderlip Family, the original developers of the area. Old school Los Angeles Glamour! Oh the magic I would find in Palos Verdes!

Villa Narcissa,  Courtesy of Palos Verdes Peninsula Library District
Myrna Loy!

 The wedding attire was formal,  so naturally I had a neurotic crisis about what to wear. In looking for inspiration, I started thinking about Myrna and other movie stars of the 1920's and 30's.

I was thinking Great Gatsby! 


And the Roaring 20's!

I also had an at-home-coloring fiasco last week and I have black hair now. I thought I'd make hair-lemonade and work with it.

 How cute is Nancy Carroll?!






I watched numerous tutorials on YouTube trying to learn how to do a "finger wave". I was obsessed! I borrowed a curling iron! I bought bobby-pins! I had great big dreams. 

But my inherent laziness  won out, and I pulled a total cheater maneuver and just stuck a bunch of bobby-pins in there. I may have curled two strands, so all the room that the curling iron used up in my suitcase wasn't a total loss.

And lucky for me, a girl can't look bad when she's got a hunky man in a tuxedo on her arm:


Andrew's Mom loaned me the strand of pearls at the last second. Good call, Marion.



Of course, Erica looked stunningly beautiful.


Although I prefer this look on her.




There was an 80's cover band!


So of course this happened.

Looking deeply into Andy Dick's eyes...

Nicole is such a fashion maven. She matched her glasses with her beautiful dress. Hawt!


Love was all around us that night. Jarrod and Katy were really feeling it.




True Love!







See? It's true. E+B = heart.






Thanks Erica and Brian for a fantastic weekend. I wish you all the happiness in the world and a long, wonderful life together!






Wednesday, August 11, 2010

My Imaginary Road Trip

This has been the coldest, grayest Santa Barbara summer I have ever known. I would love nothing more
than to throw my ennui to the wind and fog and drive my imaginary 1966 Thunderbird convertible to the desert to warm my bones and lift my spirits. But I have this yob, see, and while I would love nothing more than to shirk social mores and say "F.U.!" to being a  productive member of society, I really like to eat food and buy things, and to do that I need money, and to get money I need the yob. So I'm going to take us on a Full On Imaginary Desert Road Trip!


First things first, we have to make sure we look good, so lets get some killer Desert Road Trip threads from Sarah at Magnolia Family Vintage.
This poncho will look perfect on you.

I've been dying to get this romper.


We can take turns sharing this radical southwestern themed sweater!


 Are you ready to go? Hit play for some tunes, and let's ride!




We'll get to  Joshua Tree just in time for Sunset!


We can pull  into  Room 8 and channel the spirit of Gram Parsons

The Innkeepers Margo and Yvo will make sure we have a groovy time.


We'll roll out of bed and wander over to the Beatnik Cafe.  Sin City is playing on the jukebox! What does it mean?! Do you think he heard us from the other realm?







We can spend the day thrifting 
(photo Joel Carranza)

or checking out the crochet museum
(Joel Carranza)


or doing an impromptu photo shoot


We can hang out with this cute couple in their sick Westy!
(Photo: Kirsten Ellis)

It's been a long day of desert fun. Let's head to Pappy and Harriets for a beer and see who's playing tonight. Oh man, we lucked out! It's Dead Rock West, and they're playing my favorite song!




Next we'll  go to Tucson to visit Nick and January. I miss them.

We can shop here

and we can stalk Neko Case because she bought something from my company and I have her address now. Don't tell anyone!

 
God she's cool.


This is the best Imaginary Road Trip EVER! The open road makes me feel so FREE! This is what life is supposed to feel like.  I think we need to talk.




Oh my god, you're RIGHT! How could I forget that Leslie and the Badgers are coming to Muddy Waters on Sunday?

(Asa Gilmore)



Okay, well I guess we don't have to pull a Thelma and Louise after all. Let's turn this boat around and head west Friends! Thanks for coming along, and see you at Muddy Waters on Sunday, August 15 for Leslie and the Badgers.


Lets rest up after such a long trip. Sweet butterfly dreams! 
(Photo Jaqueline Rivera)




You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.  ~Mark Twain