My Present Haven


10 months ago I left my downtown, brick walled, milled door loft and filled my ’99 Jetta to the brim with suitcases, faux taxidermy, and amber depression glassware for my voyage to the desert. As my heirloom vanity, mid-century chairs, and aluminum bar stools collect dust in a Philadelphia storage facility, I can relay that moving cross country leaves you with little to none attachment to material things. Perhaps this is why it took me nearly a year to fill my Phoenix bedroom, leaving it stark white and empty (though I LOVE a bleached out haven), rejecting the idea that this is “home” for the present moment.

While I may have no attachment to material things, I do have a love for the beautiful things. So with a little help of collected antiques and my favorite pastime, thrifting, I have accepted this present moment and filled this sanctuary with vibrance, pattern, texture, life, and love.


California polaroids line my wall in dollar picture frames.


I have an obsession with jewel colored glass vases and jars.

And so does the Arizona sunlight streaming through my window.  IMG_1781 IMG_1782

Mocassins from the Mashantucket Pequot tribe and a portrait by a beautiful friend.

A terrarium and clay pot longing for herbs, and a piece from my vintage Samnsonite collection.

If you can tell what type of person someone is by what lines their shelves, I’m not sure what metallic clogs, Chuck Taylor’s, a polaroid camera, and an antique hand mirror says about me.

Isn’t it mandatory to have your boudoir equipped with a leather pillow, humming bird, Isreli wool blanket, and German Shepherd?

(P.S. Looking for inspiration for your own sanctuary?
My favorite lifestyle blogs:
Design Love Fest
The Socialite Family)


Aloneness in California.

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This past week I made my first voyage to California. Just me, Mike the Mini, tunes from Tomahawk Bang, a Polaroid camera, and some day dreams of becoming a Ninja. Along the way I was challenged, inspired, stunned, and learned a few things:

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1. I need to surround myself with more color, patterns, light. I need more beauty. The emotional impact of the stunning Santa Monica beaches, the bright apartment, and the free spirits of the individuals who reside in both resonated within the gray and dark state I’ve come to be in.

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2. The power of positivity is unrivaled. From the producers of American Ninja warriors, to the community of “ninjas,” everyone I encountered on my trip spread nothing but smiles in this soul of mine. Their passion for the challenges, their will to train, and the joy they had in creating and participating  in the show, was truly remarkable.While this community left me with tips on improving my parkour abilities, I also left with a newfound motivation to master my craft and passion. (PS. The episode will be airing on May 26 at 8pm on NBC)

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3. I am one lucky gal. With a bundled coach and coach’s wife in the wind surrounded stands on Venice Beach at 4am and an outpouring of messages and notes sending good luck wishes, I am convinced my friends and family have more love in those mushy hearts of theirs than anyone else in this world…but maybe that’s just the love I have for them.

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 4. The ability to be alone is a necessary one. A 6-hour drive each way, an empty loft, and a city full of strangers can unsteady even the most self-assured of humans. But rather than fearing the self-reflection, presence of the moment, and quiet air of solitude, one can gain so much in accepting aloneness in all of it’s uncomfortableness. To quote J. Krishnamurti:

“There is an aloneness which is not this loneliness, this sense of isolation. That state of aloneness is not a remembrance or a recognition; it is untouched by the mind, by the word, by the society, by tradition. It is a benediction.” 

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Pixie Warrior : Ninja Warrior

Ironic as it is, I recently found out that my internet-created nickname, “Pixie Warrior,” is more fitting than I ever liked to believe. While there have been drawings which portrayed me in a similar light to Xena the warrior princess, after this month I may just have more in common with team Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle’s bad boy, Raphael…or at least I’d like to think so.

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Last month I was put into contact with a casting producer of NBC’s well known show, American Ninja Warrior. As a fan of the original series, Sasuke, I had flashbacks of watching contestants dangling from the cliffhanger, flying off of the double salmon ladder, and engaging in their best Sonic the Hedgehog impersonations in order to conquer the half pipe. In addition to these flashbacks, I’ve had nightmares of belly flops into the water, this short 5’2″ stature hindering me from any long jumps and reaches, and my coach hiding his face in shame as I fail on the first obstacle course. But presented with the opportunity to face plant into failure in front of a nationwide audience…I couldn’t hesitate in accepting it.

So in less than two weeks I will be joining my muscle head comrades in Venice Beach, California to attempt and film the course, and show my ninja skills. If you’d like to support this challenge, I would be more than grateful. Here’s how you can do so…

  • Buy a Pixie Strength shirt! All proceeds from this product will go towards funding my travel expenses in California, and anything beyond that will assist in my trip to USA Weightlifting Nationals this Summer. (See “Shop” above to see product availability)
  • Watch Ninja Warrior!…And try not to laugh too hard if I do in fact face plant.