My vintage shop, Inherited, has a new website!
Visit the site over at www.inheritedattire.com to read blog posts (more to come), see new arrivals (at least weekly), #inheritedattire posts via Instagram, and more!
To celebrate Inherited's new site and the last official week of summer, shop Inherited's Etsy shop at 25% off (including the sale section!) using the code "EOS2013" -- this offer is only good until next week Sunday (the first day of autumn).
Thanks for your support!
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
I shattered my iPhone screen a week or two ago, and while I'm waiting for my cheapie replacement screen to complete its long trip from China, I've been using the only back-up I could find... my phone from 2010 that, gasp, doesn't even have a data plan.
No Instagramming the adorable pet moments and attractive meals I've experienced, no group iMessaging, no Googling on the go, no blingy apps to keep me occupied during the whole five minutes my dinner companion is in the restroom.
I am more than a little ashamed of how incredibly attached I have become to technology. A mere three years ago, I was more than content to just sit alone at a table without scrolling through Facebook or making a move on Words with Friends, and I was elated to capture the spontaneous moment on my phone's 3-megapixel camera, without vintage filters and framing. I'm still able to call and text, and yet without all of the extras, I have still felt a bit like I'm missing a limb. However, yesterday, while waiting for a friend to arrive for happy hour, I updated my (paper) planner, and then I just sat there. I sipped my drink, I listened to the conversations around me, and then I had the company of my own thoughts until my friend arrived. And it was lovely. I have a suspicion that there is a link between my lack of iPhone and my increasing desire to daydream and think and write, and my increased quality of sleep may be due to the same.
Is a few weeks enough time to break my tech addiction? I am in that state of half-hope, half-fear -- hope that I will be a bit more mindful of constantly grasping for my phone to check for new texts or social media updates and fear that I will just immediately Instagram my beaming smile into my now-functioning iPhone camera (#selfie) and immediately forget the lessons I've slowly been learning. For now, hope is winning. Here's to loosening the ties to technology and letting a little radio silence take over, for the good of my technology-pickled brain.
Monday, July 8, 2013
I bought one of those e-coupon thingies the other week for a deal on an unlimited month at Mission Yoga. I've been dying to get back in to yoga, as it has fallen by the wayside over the past months (year?). In fact, a lot has fallen by the wayside, including this blog. In the place of clearing my mind by moving my body and writing, I've filled far too much time with a lot of less-than-pleasant habits (obsessive worrying and other neurotic things that are too embarrassing to share, even with a blog that probably has no readers left).
So I'm trying to scratch and stretch my way back to the surface, out of the murkiness of uncertainty. The future is unpredictable. I am going to try my best to do what all yogis recommend -- live in the moment, clear my mind and set a positive intention. As I try to move my stiff body back into those once-familiar poses, I hope it will also help clear the cobwebs from the creative corners of mind and help me have a more positive outlook on the day-to-day.
Posted by Sabrina at Monday, July 08, 2013
Friday, June 7, 2013
Today is my parents' 33rd anniversary. As I get older, it becomes clear to me that the qualities I require for a future spouse have been shaped a lot by what I've learned from them - trustworthiness, communication, acceptance. They know the other's strengths and weaknesses, and watching the balance that time has given them - it's a beautiful and enviable thing.
Though they're not immune disagreements and difficulties, they just keep on holding hands and looking towards the future. There are still lessons I need to learn from them (ehem...like when to drop an argument, among other things), but the biggest thing is that a marriage is a living thing. Feed it and nurture it, or it dies. I am so glad that they've managed to keep theirs alive - what an amazing challenge to live up to.
Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad!
Monday, April 8, 2013
My favorite event of the season is less than five days away! I have been stocking up Inherited's racks with light and airy nightgowns, and silk tops and bottoms for the impending warm temperatures. I also can't wait to shop the other vendors' tables and eat grilled cheese!
April 13, 10 am - 3pm
32 Ann Street (at the Music Farm)
Hope to see you there!
Monday, March 11, 2013
I was so excited to share this 1950s Parklane Debs dress and jacket (still with original tags!), but it sold mere hours after I posted it on Etsy. SOLD
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Monday, January 21, 2013
We spent the weekend of my birthday in the San Francisco Bay area, where Steven's mom and aunt live. I had never been to that part of California before this trip and I foolishly was so busy gawking at the awesomeness of San Francisco during our excursion on our birthday that I took practically no photos. Sigh... next time.
Steven's mom's birthday is the day before mine, and we got to be at her surprise party!
A foggy start on our drive to San Francisco
Haribo Cherries provided nourishment on our drive
I was obsessed with that Victorian brownstone on the right, driving to Haight-Ashbury.
Hurray for sun and cute boys!
The hilly streets don't look that bad from here...
The last pic from the city before I got overwhelmed in Union Square.
A rocky outcropping on our drive up Mount Diablo.
The view was just silly... and this wasn't even halfway up.
Now that's a view.
What a fun trip... I can't wait to go back!
Sunday, January 20, 2013
I can't believe we're already entering the last stretch of January. I had 12 straight days of vacation from work, and it still flew by in a blink. Here's a few blips from Christmas:
My mom's Christmas decorating leaves not one branch of their huge tree unadorned.
I'm trying to think of a Karate Kid reference to make here.
This was the best that Nala could do.
The Christmas Eve spread - all this for five people.
The halls are decked.
Friday, January 4, 2013
(Pip is modeling the past three years of New Year's chapeaus from St-Germain... they're the best)
(Maya brought a lot of hope into 2013... hope that we'd step away from the table and not miss a slice or three of soppressata.)
(Our few guests looked great for the occasion but didn't add much to the conversation.)
We downed our champagne, lit off a few fireworks and called it a night. Besides the fireworks, it wasn't much different than many other nights we've spent at home, but over breakfast, we talked about our resolutions and they've geared us up for taking on 2013, head first.
(New Year's Day calls for a port-infused French toast brunch with Bloody Marys and lots of bacon.)
One of my resolutions was to writewritewrite just for myself and also a little more in this blog, and so I am haltingly, falteringly starting again.
And tomorrow (or, in about four hours, rather), Steven and I will be taking on another of my resolutions!