The Joy of a Good, Long Hike - Doré

The Joy of a Good, Long Hike - Doré

Two weeks ago, I was immersed in a piney forest on the coast of Turkey, sweaty and happy and hiking with a tiny black Fjallraven backpack, an enormous bottle of water, and my old Pentax film camera. Having grown up as a summer camp junkie, there is nothing I enjoy more than immersing myself in the woods for a few hours and taking in fresh, piney air. Especially after having lived in New York City (Manhattan, at that) for three years, it always feels like a miracle to get to just exist in an open, natural space for a few hours. My father, however, who had signed us all up for this week-long excursion, does not feel the same way.

@SUNDAYS_ARE_FOR_ LOVERS (Atelier Doré)

@SUNDAYS_ARE_FOR_ LOVERS (Atelier Doré)

I started following @sundays_are_for_lovers in the midst of a blossoming relationship. I had met someone that my journal entries describe as being “perfectly designed for me by the universe.” We were entering the mushy phase of wanting to spend every second together but being slightly careful not to. We explored New York City together and planned a trip to Havana for a weekend, clinging to each other through my poor Spanish (his nonexistent) when our Airbnb’s water stopped working.
 
Through that time, @sundays_are_for_lovers was like the air under the Instagram wings of my relationship, reaffirming my belief in true love and the most romantic of sex and coupledom. The quotes that follow each post that are culled from famous authors and reader submitted thoughts on love, serve as almost constant reminders that there is depth, lightness, and constant possibilities for growth within the best of romantic relationships. 

“I have late night conversations with the moon. She tells me about the sun. I tell her about you.” @sundays_are_for_lovers

And now they also guide me through each phase of my break up. 

Still talking to the ex but trying not to talk; the two of us having to remind one another continually that we must stop talking.

Chelsea Levinson X Knit Wise (Atelier Doré)

Chelsea Levinson X Knit Wise (Atelier Doré)

When I was nine-or-so years old, my grandmother taught me to knit. She was always knitting the most immense projects. A lot of times, they were baby blankets for new members of our extended family with complicated stitch patterns woven through them (I still have mine). What she taught my twin sister and I to make were scarves, just rows back and forth of the simple knit stitch; yet somehow our first kitting projects came out looking not like scarves at all but like the wonkiest, zig-zagged, hole-filled, I-don’t-know-whats that you certainly could not wear. We got better over time, though, and I can proudly say that I have even knit a pair of socks in my time (pretty complex). Knitting is one of my favorite activities, though it’s been years since I picked up a project, which was why I was so excited when I met Chelsea Levinson to talk about her business, Knit Wise.

Knit Wise is a subscription knitting program. Think Blue Apron, but for knitting. Basically, it sends you everything you need, each month, to complete a knitting project. This includes the right amount of yarn, needles, and a pattern. She includes video tutorials on her website, and she now includes a beginner crochet option as well. Past projects have included beanies, a cable knit headband, a wine koozy, mittens – they are fun and colorful, and speak to Chelsea’s cute and funky sense of style.

Handmade Salt Scrubs (Atelier Doré)

Handmade Salt Scrubs (Atelier Doré)

I talk to a psychic every month. Her name is Sue. Technically, she is a numerologist and life coach, meaning that she studies the exact date on which you were born and looks at your energy – the way you move through the world – based on that. She also uses astrology and tarot cards to fill in the gaps, and she is brilliant. She has led me to some of my most important life decisions over the past three years I’ve known her – starting a blog, finding my stride as a writer, going abroad in college, not calling ex-boyfriends, etc. Mainly, she speaks my language: I like to talk about the world in terms of energy rather than in the language of concrete events and objects and actions, because that is how I most easily understand it. I was amazed at how well we connected the first time we spoke; friends I have connected her with have felt the same way. 

Most recently, Sue advised me to bathe with salt. She said that we all must protect our sacred feminine energy, because the world has become so harsh lately: even feminism, she said, is a kind of angry feminism these days. Salt, I have learned, is an amazing energy balancer: salt crystals absorb negative energy. And so, not having a bathtub to drop fancy bath salts into, I decided to come up with a salt scrub recipe that would allow me to heal myself from the outside in. And if you think this is all totally woo-woo, this recipe may not be totally lost on you: it smells like pie and leaves your skin silky-smooth all day long. It’s super simple, all natural, and has three ingredients.