Okay. Blog is still not perfect. But perfect is over-rated (? Right? That’s what I’m saying for now). As usual lately, keep those good thoughts coming. Where the heck is Miracle Max when you need him?!
I know it’s not technically summer yet, but when I can hear Pink Floyd’s lyrics to “School’s out for SUMMER!” in my head and the words ring true, we go with it. Week one of summer is officially down. And what a week it has been. But let’s hop back a smidge while I catch you up, also, on the last week of school.
Seat belts fastened?
Seriously. No one can top my students’ creativity! Those sophomores certainly figured out the way to an A this year – bake for me, and I will praise your creativity and take pictures of it! Look at that: Piggy cookies and Beast cupcakes for Lord of the Flies – complete with toothpick spears and bloody eyes. That’s what I’m talkin’ about!
Graduation rehearsal. All it takes is that last day of having them in class for me to suddenly feel crazy amounts of love for these whippersnappers.
I hosted the most fun al fresco dinner party for four a couple weeks ago, all French. It took me hours and hours to cook and prep for, but it was so worth it. We sent the girls to Grandma and Grandpa’s for slip-and-slide time and a sleepover. It was a FOUR HOUR dinner party. Four hours of eating.
My brother-in-law Mark just got engaged to the extremely lovely Dani. In France. On vacation. With a sapphire ring that rivals Princess Di’s. And here’s what I’m sayin’: here’s to second chances sometimes being way better than the first. If you’re out there with a broken heart, please know you will find your Mark or your Dani soon. Just not this Mark and Dani. They are taken. Hands off, frog face.
I’m telling you, we need scratch and sniff technology for phones. This was sea salt chocolate caramel sauce that went into a mousse. It was one of the best things I’ve ever tasted. (not pictured: all the caramel burns on my arms. this was the second time I’d made caramel in a week…it’s not kind.)
It is. Go with it. Say yes to all the fun moments that you can think about later when it’s cold and dark and rainy and you can’t remember what a strawberry tastes like or how it feels to be hot or what a glass of rose’ tastes like.
Browsers Bookshop has got it goin’ ON, Olympians! Seriously. If you still haven’t stopped in to see all the ways my friend Andrea is absolutely killing it in the world of selling books charmingly, you are crazy. Her window display for summer is all blue books with little paper sailboats on top of them. It looks like a summer seascape, and it is so creative. Put down your e-readers and touch some paper. That’s what I’m saying.
Clementine and Mia, walking off into the kindergarten sunset. These two are going to be Romy and Michelle, Thelma and Louise, Kelly and Donna, Monica and Rachel. Long live the bestie!
The Car’s “Magic” – official summer song of 2015, vintage style. Who’s with me? Because, summer? You turn me up.side.down.
Here is my annual graduation selfie. We used to take it before we walked out to open the ceremony, then we started taking it at the end, and the last couple years I have said we should embrace our inappropriate social media times and just pull out the iPhone while we are right on the floor of the auditorium and in the middle of everything. Let the families see how young and cool we are!*
*we arrived in a motor home. Um.
So. Last weekend. Last weekend has a lot of holes that I will never fill in.
But I will start off saying it was my 20th high school reunion. You know from my graduation post every year that it was a really small desert town in eastern Washington. It’s about a five hour drive if you’re not driving at the speed of sound (which I may have been) and stopping all along the way (I was doing that, too). Starting summer off with a solo road trip into the past on a sunny last day of school? I may as well have been straight up 18.
I stopped at all of my favorite folksy spots and stood in the middle of the highway (2-lanes) if I wanted to, taking pictures. Because road tripping the Cascades never, ever gets old. And road tripping the Cascades on a sunny afternoon with your Smashing Pumpkins Pandora station up so load you might have blown out your mom-mobile Volvo station wagon’s speakers? Priceless. And necessary. So are Twizzlers.
This gym floor? I watched a gazillion basketball games here. The floor is still squeaky, and the entire place smells like being 17. I work in a high school, and it does not smell like this one. Nothing beats the one where your own memories live.
My advice? Go to your reunions. Go by yourself so you can be that little 18-year-old without judgement. Watch your old bestie’s face light up the second he sees you. Take it in. Have drinks, mingle, relax, talk about the goofy crap you used to do (egg wars, anyone?) with the people who were there with you. Tell your ex-boyfriend you’re sorry if you were mean and fickle. Love the ways that everyone has changed and grown and yet remained exactly the same. Sit on a pontoon boat until way past the time you were supposed to be at dinner, just because you don’t want the afternoon to end. Tiptoe into your little brother’s house at 3:30 am because when the heck do you ever stay out that late anymore? Assure him you were behaving yourself. Because he remembers how you were and will be suspicious.
Again, scratch and sniff, people. I made two of these in one afternoon. I may as well share with you my goals for the summer: bake. watch movies. read. paint the girls’ bathroom. That’s it.
I have discovered the charms of almond paste. Mix it into creme fraiche and tell me you don’t understand. I dare you.
While everything in my yard is already drying up (um, I should really familiarize myself with the hose at some point again), there are little nooks and crannies around Olympia that are this gorgeous.
Take a moment and be thankful for your messy, beautiful life.
xo, mrs. fresh scratch