Photos of our 1800s American Farmhouse in Sun Valley, Idaho xo AshleyRead More
howdy cowboys its meeeeee!
so i took this epic roadtrip from idaho through yellowstone to nevada down to san diego and yes i picked up some rugs for The Beaux Store (!!!!!) and basically saw some legendary sights. i was able to check off a lot of things ive been wanting to see for ages (i.e., Ugo Rondinone’s Seven Magic Mountains outside vegas, the valley of fire, yellowstone in the winter, etc.) it was real neat.
i took L-O-T-S of photos.
unrelated, i just had an appt with my osteopath who told me today that body and soul are one (until you die) so whatever your soul is going through, your body shows. I really liked that. she then recommend i scream in the car alone to just have a release. so theres that. ps im scared to yell in the car? i think i have to have some soul searching about why i dont want to do it...
Open on: SUN VALLEY
Cut to: YELLOWSTONE
Cut to: NEVADA (Valley of Fire, Rachel, The Seven Sister Mountains, Alamo)
Cut to: SAN DIAGOOO
bloo[p bloop bloop its meeeeee
so i went to my soul town sun valley idaho for thanksgiving with my family and it made me feel all the good things. i hiked flat things (so.. walking) , i hiked steep things (like mountains), and I ate all the organic/local goodness that is readily available in this magical valley.
im going to keep it short bc all you need to know is that this is my favorite place ever tied with anywhere that has white sand beaches and crystal clear water. but my soul is attached to sun valley and so it will always be my safe space place. "SSP" as no one says.
if you get the honor of going to sun valley haha, here is what you have to do
hike dollar in spring/summer/fall, get lunch at sun valley club, do nothing until you order spagetti and meatballs with nivole at il naso, grocery shop at the natural grocers, get a blackberry smoothie at iconoclast, horizontal hiking on harrimans trail (on the 75 past the snra), hike to PIO cabin in summer, grab an almond milk chai at the konditori, thirft shop at the gold mine (i literally bought a max mara coat for 38$), get acupuncture with Rosemary Cody, have a therapy session with Dr. Ellen Tracy (intuitive meets western medicine), and just freaking enjoy living life without traffic, cigarette smoke, or any rude humans. its basically paradise.
anyway-dont forget, its hard to remain angry when youre singing.
when i was a theatre major at USC, i was in a really competitive musical theatre class with jason robert brown.
one day during this class, my mom gave me this french 'glycolic lotion' to help brighten up the dead skin on my wintered face. (im being dramatic. this was LA...i mean what even is winter am i right socal guys) 'yeah yeah mom, i know how to apply lotion duh i got this, thanks!' that night i was so excited to give it a go. literally everything from france is amazing. next stop: brigitte bardot! i applied both the lotion and my optimism liberally, then went to bed. the next morning i was excited to see my fresh and non-dull skin greet me. i looked in the mirror and i literally was 3rd degree burned. turns out lotion does not mean lotion. i called my mom in a panic and pretended everything was normal...'hey mom if i were to try the french lotion you gave me what time allotment would you recommend'...she was like '2 MINS MAX'...omg omg omg i literally have ruined my face...do i need to go to the hospital??
why did i mention jasons class way up there? bc. also that day i had to perform in his class that day which is tough with or without self-inflicted third degree burns. like really tough. you dont wanna blow it in front of JRB.
fast forward a bit, i sang (i think it was that one song from hair, "easy to be hard" or something...not my fave or my best)...it went ok but somewhere during my go, i casually ended up having an existential crisis so bad that jrb kindly recommended we take a walk after class to help me talk it through. ('what is performing', 'what do i want to do with my life', 'who am i'....etc.) keep in mind that i had literally blisters all over my face that are highlighted by a well-meaning concealer attempt by moi (AM I FRENCH YET) that just acted as a huge highlighter to draw to eye to the contrasting red blisters inside the white rings. so while on the walk, i was trying to really connect and open up i was simultaneously trying to hide my face...it was hard to do either fully so i just landed in the middle as a big old wierdo. it was sort of the feeling like when you are at a great dinner party and really want to settle in to eat this amazing meal with great convo but your dog has diarrhea back home so you have to keep checking the dog cam on your phone in the other room therefore you cant really focus on participating fully in either task in front of you. that literally has never happened to me but its the first thing that popped into my head and basically moral of the story was that it SUCKED. i think that was the first time i have had FOMO WHILE actually being there...
anyway i went to portugal this month and it was literally paradise and here are photos from my time there.
additionally, I was in the algarve and here are my top tips if you go:
loule saturday market, lagos fish market before 1pm to get your fish for the day (robalo!!) so you can cook at home (baked robalo/sea bass with garlic + parsley and mashed sweet potatoes (doce batatas) and then fresh gambas or camarones for a whole wheat linguine w white wine sauce...these were some of our fave items du jour), praia do camilo in the am, burgau in general, and then warm/fresh pastel de nata from a little pasteleria in salema (before 10am)! (plus so much more...literally portugal is incredible.)
my thought of the week is: the body follows the head.
I went back to my hometown and it felt like when you sing full out in the car to beyonces "love on top" and NAIL all 18 key changes. jk, i wouldnt know what that feels like bc i just end up yodeling like a 13 year old boy with voice cracks and scaring people next to me at the stoplight.
San diego however is the real deal and im pretty sure beyonce wrote that song about solana beach.
Shout out to my three favorite things in San Diego: mexican food, Solana Beach and everyone.