Whitney and I reallyyyy needed to go camping, so we spent the night at a haunted, abandoned uranium mine. Because, obviously?
Bruges' Monsieur Ernest hotel was probably one of the most fun hotels I've ever stayed in, with its sister hotel Monsieur Maurice coming in close second. Nothing too snazzy to report here; it's just beautifully yet simply renovated, with extra accommodating staff who actually care how much you enjoy your stay. You could make friends for life here, especially if you convince yourself to never leave, as Tay Babe and I tried to for a week.
Mumsy and I finished renovating my apartment in Boulder over the weekend. I'm whooped and could never ever in hell be a designer. I couldn't have done it without her, because she somehow helped me translate my strange visions into reality. We went a little minimalist, a little colorful, extra natural, and whole lot of hygge inspired. I think back to places like Monsieur Ernest, and everywhere else we've traveled these past four years and it's obvious where my style amalgam comes from. It's done and I'm really feeling this Bruges throwback mood. 🤷🏼♀️
Dad time.
When you get to spend your Monday morning loving on 35 sled dogs @durangodogranch > #iLoveMyJob
Yoga pants, ponytail, sooty feet. Tay Babe and I made a short stroll from the house to the #416fire yesterday to take the first of two comparison photos, post fire and post recovery. Spring is going to be so green out here.
It's been an emotional two months and I'll spare you the fatigue. I'm just overwhelmingly grateful, in love with firefighters, and so so happy to be home. #RealHeroesWearBoots
Last selfie from these two in Europe. This power couple is Colorado bound to pursue our MBAs, now each with our own separate Leeds Entrepreneurial scholarship. Honored, stoked, blessed, unbelievable happy. Big big plans 💌
