Wave Me Crazy

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This post is definitely not in my usual wheelhouse and a little off the beaten path, but please indulge my flight of fancy as I talk about something utterly frivolous… hair. ✨

For all my wavy-haired girls (and guys!), this one’s for you. For years I spent ages straightening my hair. Now that I’m older, I just don’t have the patience for it so about a year ago I decided to fully embrace the waves. Here’s what I’ve learned along the way:
1. Microfiber towels are game changers. They cut down on frizz and help with definition. (Old t-shirts work too!)
2. Curl-enhancing cream is a must. I scrunch in amika Curl Corps and it makes all the difference.
3. I usually air dry, but when I do use heat, I grab a diffuser attachment for my dryer.
4. Once dry, I apply a little hair oil and avoid brushing—otherwise, hello frizz.
5. To refresh waves between washes, I mist with water, add a bit of leave-in conditioner, and scrunch.

And with that, we now return you to your regularly scheduled blog programming.

If You Were.

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If you were lost in winter’s hush,
I would follow the frost to your shadow,
wrap you in wool and warmth,
press a cup of velvet heat between your palms.

If you spoke in French,
I would gather each syllable like pearls,
wear the small beret of belonging,
sing Hymne à l’Amour for you
beneath a sliver‑boned moon.

If you marched with the army,
I would step behind—
not for the drum or drill,
but for the nearness of your breath.

If you were the world,
I would not let us fade into silence;
I would tear the sky wide open,
let thunder call our names
as the wind, a sly ventriloquist,
whispers of love
that bends but does not break.

If you were a bar,
I would wait at your counter,
listening for the first glass of laughter to spill.

If you were the law,
I would rise from the witness stand
and speak only what’s true:
that I am yours.

If you were a guitar,
I would trace your strings
until every note lifted like light
from the dark wood.

If you were a room of mirrors,
I would walk in without fear,
astonished, unashamed,
at all the shapes we might become.

And if you were my reader,
I would not offer sorrow.
I would leave instead
a feather, a breath of air,
a small flame,
enough to lift the clouds
from your mind
and from mine.

Buckingham Nicks

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Buckingham Nicks is the hush before heartbreak,
a sepia-toned sonnet sung in motel light.
It’s the sound of two souls tracing each other’s shadows,
half in love, half in longing,
all tangled in the ache of becoming.

Sliver Springs

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Excited for the iconic Buckingham Nicks album reissue tomorrow. My copy is on the way. We also have tickets to see Stevie in December. Hoping she and Lindsey’s tour.

For your listening pleasure here’s that Silver Springs moment that captured us all (and yes, we’re still not over it.) Love these two.