Winter Solstice

The winter solstice is near and last week I was pretty sure it was still November. But here we are, December. For nearly 30 years, my dad‘s cousin would invite extended family and friends to participate in her own St. Lucia Solstice fusion. Eat drink and be merry. But we would also shrive, burning the year’s bad juju in a solstice fire. Then we would wind through the house and pass candlelight to each and every person with reflections and blessings for the new year to come. It’s just something we did, but as an adult, it resonates with me much stronger than Christmas. I’m not a Christmas lady, folks! Not my thing. We don’t need more stuff, we need connection, friends, and light! There’s a lot of energy to shrive this year. The solstice is this coming Monday, December 21st, the shortest day of the year. What will you make of it? I made my blouse, grew these artichokes, and threw together this crown.

Oh Ana Originals

Covid-times has caused quite the disturbance in my family's life and company, just as it has for everyone else. Back in late March I found myself slowing down, no clients, no work, and suddenly home and stressed by the unknown. I borrowed a sewing machine and started figuring it out again, just needing a distraction. Growing up my sister and I always played with my mom’s old 1970s Singer, it was yellow from age. We made a lot of costumes, and honestly, I mostly watched my sister do the creating. She was so good at it and the sewing desk was right outside her bedroom door. Despite running a vintage shop and endlessing mending pieces I come across, I hadn't considered making *new* pieces until this year.

Introducing Oh Ana Original Dresses! My current labor of love combines my collection of vintage textiles, and the urge to work with my hands.

I started this project with a thrifted 1960s wrap dress pattern, and eventually added my mom’s patterns from the 1970s to the line. Patterns she worked with over 45 years ago and still had marking from her own alterations! Each garment is a puzzle, embracing my favorite prints on each vintage textile. Meticulously hand-cutting every section while maximizing how many dresses one tapestry can make, two-ish. These dresses are new construction using vintage fabric and vintage sewing patterns. Each one is 100% one of a kind and unique.

If you're interested in this Etsy hand-made collection, here is where I have them for sale .

Damn New Orleans

Disappeared to the south for a few days, came back in a new decade! Feeling inspired, creative, and a little restless now that my 20s are over. Shit. 30 looks good.

Meet me in Morocco

I went to Morocco! In September! Personal record in delayed posts. This was undoubtedly the trip of a lifetime, and with that it also became so overwhelming. We accomplished so much in so little time and took many photos. Processing my emotions and experiences post trip was one task, editing and processing photos is a whole other story. Recently I’ve found having a vintage clothing shop and day-job takes away from my original passion of photography. Simply because there is photography across the board for everything I do, and "chore" is the word. There is also a divide between traditional SLR camera shots and good ol' iPhone photos... how to pick between? Should I leave the big camera behind on my next trip? I'd like to develop a new balance where I can find the spark in editing again. Thinking about what I have to offer the world, it’s my eye. My vision. Creating visual stories. After posting content to the internet for over a decade, I’m starting to ask why… and where this is taking me. Time to step back, refocus, and maybe start something new. But for now, Morocco, five months later….

I wanted to go to Morocco to feel inspired. A place of ancient history, architecture, spice, and color. As a visual person it felt so intriguing. It really is as glamorous as Pinterest leads you to believe, but it is also a third world country. Opulent and grand at times, there are correspondingly shocking sites for a privileged American. A reality check outside of the comfort zone I didn’t realize I had. Pushy men in the streets, extreme poverty, copious stray animals in rough shape, and classic tourist traps to avoid. These are a few examples of the sites and feelings I really needed time to process as a sensitive person after coming home. Of course, the country is also magical as well! It’s not all bad, it was fantastic, and I want to return without hesitation. What a juxtaposition. There will be no food photos in this post, though I will tell you we ate well! Being a vegetarian did not hold me back in the least.


We landed in Morocco later than anticipated after a long layover in Amsterdam. The airport was modern and beautiful, while outside it was already dark... and chaotic. Our riad sent a driver and our first taste of the country was winding through lawless traffic and passing families of three (+ chickens)on tiny motorbikes. He took as deep as he could into the medina, and there we were, on a dark tiny cobblestone street now being lead by foot to our first home away from home. We were both exhausted from traveling and exhilarated from our cab ride. A bottle of wine on a rooftop terrace later and we were out!

I came home and painted my kitchen Marrakesh pink. I have a love-hate relationship with this city. It was wild inside the medina (old walled-city), where we spend 75% of our time. Motor bikes are the main transport around the narrow roads, but damn, be careful, I'm not sure how neither of us became road-kill. The colors and culture are what leave you sentimentalizing the city. It was endlessly fascinating taking slow walks around our riads.

Le Jardin Secret

Unsuspecting streets and doorways lead to marvelous things in Morocco! This garden dates back to the sixteenth century. The original palace structures are long gone and it had turned into a trash pit by 2008 when the restoration process began. It really was a breathtaking first site to explore. Lime trees and tile.

The City of Essaouira

Three hours west of Marrakesh, you will find the coastal city of Essaouira. The fish market had all kinds of strange creatures. We watched a large (very alive) shark be dragged into a butcher shop. Where Marrakesh was painted earthy pink, this city is blue and white. The Genoese-built citadel by the harbor is from the 1700s, though the city is ancient!! The Roman Empire used it to produce purple dye from shells. I really appreciated this city after the noise and shuffle of Marrakesh. Essaouira was a quiet retreat for a few days. We coordinated an evening camel ride along the beach through our riad and it was one of my most memorable moments. Selena was on the sweetest camel - and I got to pet and talk to her the entire ride (so i feel like she was my camel too). We also spent 5 hours at a luxury pool in the middle of a Moroccan thuja forest while visiting the coast, can't beat that.

Back to Marrakesh

What happens when a Belgian architect comes to Marrakesh? They never leave and build a riad. We found our last accommodation through Airbnb and it was the perfect get away in the Medina, just very hidden. We didn't pay enough attention leaving one morning and were completely lost coming home in the afternoon. Local boys spotted us walking up and down the winding streets and offered to help... which may have been even more terrifying than being lost in the first place. More and more of them started to appear, and they were taking us in unrecognizable directions. We were so tired from the day and these kids were intense. Eventually we did find our riad and the owners rushed us inside and shooed away our entourage who were demanding money by this point.

You learn to be a bit more guarded in other countries, there is so much generosity to be found, but also plenty of locals willing to take you on. A woman quickly grabbed my arm while in the souks and covered me in decorative henna (and glitter!!) before i could stop her, then demanding $100 US. It was a haggle to make her leave. In hindsight, "La choukran," was this first phase we were taught on this trip... No thank you.

The last days of our trip were spent wandering museums and resting. After being in go-mode for days, all I wanted to do was nap. I enjoyed the photography museum, but mostly because I really enjoyed watching Selena. She was very moved from portrait to landscape, her appreciation was contagious. I added a portrait of a Berber woman to my freshly painted Marrakesh-pink kitchen when I returned home.

We met our new friends Carolyn and John in Amsterdam before getting to Morocco. Leave it to being on another continent to meeting people who live close to home, we live less then two hours apart in Washington! They invited us to lunch when we returned to Marrakesh and took us deeper into the market souks than we had dared before. We went rug shopping (which had been too intimidating on our own to be honest) and they showed us their favorite tagine lunch spot. Funny story, somehow we didn’t book a place to sleep our last night. Caroline and John offered a spare room in their home… their hospitality reflects the kindhearted warmth we found in much of of Moroccan travels. Always be kind, and meet friends wherever you can. We ended up staying with our original Airbnb.

Majorelle Garden

On our sixth day in Morocco we visited Jardin Majorelle, also known as the Yves Saint Laurent garden and museum. Lovely place, we managed to mostly beat the daily crowd by going early. It was going to be 95°F that day anyway. Even though this site was near the end of our trip, it was the first time we really encountered mass tourism. So many selfie sticks and short-shorts. After a little research prior to our trip, Selena and I both decided to mostly cover our legs and shoulders out of respect for the culture. This was the first place we noticed blatant disregard for dress-codes. Now now... I'm a liberal from the Pacific Northwest, women should wear what they want when they want. However, the male gaze is not my thing. I'm sure these tourist were not staying inside the media... S and I are bold and took on more than we even knew. By the end of our trip I had started to wear my hair up more to blend in, and we were perfectly comfortable buying abundant amounts of sweets from market vendors.

Until next time!