hello cute people!
i’m back from my retreat to the wilds of montecito and the santa barbara coast. and of course if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile you know it’s one of my favorite parts of the planet.
rolling out of bed and into my chariot each morning. off to hendry’s!
straight to this water, this sky, this place.
each dawn, a benediction.
watching that yellow star we follow rise in the east.
and set in the west at butterfly beach. which, this time of year happens to be in the water!
unlike most of the rest of california, the santa barbara coast faces south.
i was originally only coming here for a few days, but changed my mind and decided to stay all week. which meant i had to switch abodes mid-visit. the first spot wasn’t available anymore by the time i changed my mind. and i’m so glad it wasn’t!
…because i got to experience this old cottage studio tucked behind a hedgerow. built around 100 years ago by architect & developer william brownell.
the tall windows made me feel like i was sleeping under a tent of stars.
when i wasn’t walking on the beach, i had towers of books piled up on either side of me.
i found this poor sad teddy face down in a dusty closet. i scooped him up, wiped him off, and tucked him in for a nap.
i scribbled a bit in my sketchbook.
and wrote volumes in my journal.
i normally do everything i can to avoid chatting with the owners of the places i rent. but i ended up in a long chat one late afternoon with the dear woman who owned this cottage, an antique dealer and long-time resident of montecito.
she told me some wonderful stories of this cottage and the woman who lived here for 60 years. also told me about a trail i hadn’t known of before.
among the books was one about the old estates of montecito. it thrills me to learn the history of a place as told through it’s old houses.
grateful for my quiet week. happy thanksgiving dear american readers! hope you had a good week puttering around, absorbed in the activities that please you.
see you soon!