washing up

I have been a furniture-painting maniac lately. Whatever piece of wood I can get my hands on you can be sure will end up whitewashed, greenwashed, and anything in between. I (clearly) have a love for antique-looking furniture, so I've been painting everything to look that way. It's so much fun because I never have any idea how the finished product will look. It's like a piece of art, and I just keep going until I get the feeling right.

I use a washing technique in that I water down the paint, apply it to a pre-sanded surface, let it sit for a minute or two, and then wipe it with a cloth, but I wouldn't exactly say that this stuff is "washed" in the true meaning of the term. I don't really know what I'd call it, but I'm pretty pleased with how this stuff has been turning out. I love that the paint is heavier in some areas and that you can see haphazard brush strokes all over. It really gives it a hand-touched and worn feeling that I love so much.

My two proudest projects are the greenwashed mirror and the whitewashed stairs, as you can see above. I actually bought two of those mirrors ($8 a piece, thrifted!), and did a similar paint job on both. I really love how the green mixes with the natural color of the wood. The stairs were something I had wanted to paint ever since I first moved in, but I was kind of nervous about how they'd turn out. Last weekend I was in a whitewashing mood, so I just went for it -- and I'm so happy. The dark original color gives the white paint a blue tint, which I think looks awesome. The stairs totally transformed the feeling of my apartment. It feels so much cozier and authentic. Every time I see them I think of a quiet snowy morning, when you walk downstairs in cozy socks and open your curtains, revealing a bright light and a beautiful blanket of fresh, white snow.

I never knew I could be addicted to painting furniture, but I'm totally getting there.


Just wanted to share a little video I made for my girl Cheryl about Firefly Festival back in June, featuring music by Bombay Bicycle Club. I fell in love with them all over again when I saw them play and then made it my business to have a little chat with them after the show. Those guys rule.


day 2

It's day 2 of my 365-day project and I'm still going STRONG! I know. It's only been 2 days. But still. I'm not going to post these photos every day (because then nothing would be a surprise when the project is complete!), but today happens to be another special day. It's my girl Dylana's 25th birthday! And that's what the donut represents. She's a real cool gal. So happy to have the honor of calling her mah fren. Happy birthday, Dyl!


365 days

Today is a special day for me. It's been exactly one year since I started Hummusbird (here's my very first post). I had no clear vision for what I wanted this blog to be, and to be honest, that vision is constantly changing. But since that very first day, I have learned so much. I've learned so much about blogging, about taking photos, about health, beauty, relationships, life, and myself. Since that very fist day, I have met SO many new people -- both online and in person. And I'm so grateful for every single bit of that.

One year ago today, if you told me I'd be getting paid to blog for Free People on a daily basis, I'd've peed my pants right then and there. I never would have expected that I would be living in Philadelphia all on my own like a real quasi-adult. I never would have expected that I would meet Bombay Bicycle Club or get my first parking ticket. Tweet as a job. Go surfing in Costa Rica. Cut my own BANGS. Learn "Happy Birthday" on the ukulele. Become part of an entirely new group of friends. Grow wheat grass. Ride a bike on my lunch break. Adopt a kitten. Make a YouTube video. Date one of my best friends. Whitewash my own furniture. Brush my teeth with charcoal. Be asked to be a bridesmaid. Go under anesthesia. Dress up as a reindeer... just to name a few.

Usually New Year's is a time to reflect on what we've experienced in the past year, but I like the idea of using a different, seemingly random date to do that. For me, that date is September 23rd. And to keep this going, today I'm starting a new project: 365 days of feet.

It's a concept that's intrigued me for years, and I finally decided to make it happen. This past week I've been experimenting with different ideas, and today I've finalized the idea. I mean, I'm sure it will change by the time we reach September 23, 2013, but here's the plan:

Every day for the next year, I'm going to take a photo (or 2 or 3). My feet will always be in the center of the photo, but the rest of the photo will say something. It will give a little picture of something I did that day -- like a photo diary. When 365 days are complete, I'll edit the photos together in a stop-motion video (I have ALWAYS loved stop-motion). It'll be so cool to look back on an entire year in a few short minutes, to have memories of particular days come flashing back to me in an instant. I love that my feet will be in every photo because it'll make the entire video be seen through my perspective. I know this is going to be a challenging project. Some days it'll be difficult to find an interesting shot, and some days I might even forget. And I'm totally cool with that. I'm just excited to be taking on a creative project that's totally my own. And I can't freaking wait to see the finished product.

Today, even if September 23rd doesn't hold a special meaning for you, I want to ask you just reflect for a minute or two. Think about this time last year. What did you look like? Who did you speak to on a daily basis? What were your priorities? Has any of this changed? One year goes by so quickly -- too quickly, even -- but when you look back, it's amazing to see how different your ever-changing world has become.


get your greens

Fall is, like, HERE. A few weekends ago I went to a wildlife refuge on Long Island with some awesome dewd to soak up the last bit of summer. We played with chipmunks, fed birds straight from our hands, feared wild turkey, enjoyed all of the greenery around us and ended up on the beach. It was freaking awesome. I just love nature so much and it makes me feel so good to be surrounded by nothing but outdoor life for a good portion of a day. Being outside is so crucial to life; it's so necessary to being happy. Autumn is the perfect time to be outside, and it goes by quick, so let's make a pact to spend time outside every single day -- even if it's just for 45 seconds. Spend time outside and enjoy every moment of it. Are you in? I am.


homemade beauty

You see that stuff right there? Looks like onion dip. It ain't onion dip. I wish it was onion dip, but it's the next best thing: an Indian healing clay mask made from calcium bentonite. I always find myself developing short-lived obsessions with natural products. Last month it was activated charcoal. Now it's bentonite clay. I love making beauty products and I also love that I get to do it as part of my JOB. It keeps me trying new things and it's fun as heck.

This mask is made from bentonite clay, oatmeal, tea tree oil, and water. The full (extremely simple) how-to is right over here on BLDG 25, in case y'all wanna try it!


sunday stills

Today I went on a furniture-painting frenzy. I whitewashed a big mirror, my kitchen table, and even my wooden knife block, and I GREENwashed three more big mirrors -- two of which I'm pretty proud of. But I ain't done. Tomorrow I need to put the finishing touches on the table, as well as paint an awesome chair I just thrifted for 99 cents! When everything's done and in its place, I'll show you guys the final products. I hope you had an awesome weekend. Mine was the mellowest of mellow; just the way I like my weekends :)


a new friend

It's been a lazy, rainy Saturday over here and I've been enjoying every minute of it. That little creature you see up there is my new baby: Oliver Milton Homeboy Muller. I haven't told anyone about the "Milton" part, but it had to come out sooner of later. I went into the shelter near my house a few weeks ago and fell in love with this little guy. I've been in a couple times since then just to chill with him, and yesterday afternoon he became mine! I hope you guys like kitten pictures, because you'll be getting a lot of them in the future. 

I am so smitten with this little rascal. He's very playful and adventurous, as kittens are, but he is the most cuddly thing EVER. He slept by my side the entire night last night, purring nonstop. As I type this, he's sleeping sweetly in my lap. Every so often he'll wake up and I'll catch him looking up lovingly at me. It is the sweetest thing I've ever experienced.

Oh, and those veggie-burger-looking things up there: falafel. From a box. Delicious. With homemade yogurt cucumber sauce. Extra delicious. I hope you guys are having yourself a merry little weekend! I'll be here, hanging with my little guy until someone pries me away from him. 


summer's end

Summer is coming to an end, and I'm not mad at it. I'm ready for fall and I have no idea why. This was the weirdest summer I've ever had. It went by so quickly. I know it seems that way every year, but this time it really was different. This year there was no set summer. There was nothing to break up the season from those that precede and succeed it. Last summer I traveled for the entire summer, that was my summer. Every single summer prior to that was summer vacation. Regardless of whether or not I had a job, I always had the notion of school to dictate the season and to allow me to have a clear picture of what "summer" was. I started my job at Free People in April; in the spring. Throughout my whole life there's been a clear break between spring and fall. That break is summer. This year, spring turned to summer and now summer's turning to fall, and there's been nothing to break the seasons up. Well, nothing but the weather, of course. Being a big kid is weird. It's not weird in a bad way, it's just different. I think I'm talking in circles, but I'm just expressing what's going on in this silly little mind of mine. Summer is coming to an end, and I'm not mad at it.