The First Months, OuterBanks

It has been but 6 Months since I have touched this lonely blog of mine. 6 Months ago, I took a giant leap of faith, and moved to a place I had never dreamed of living before. I had not not visit or even heard of the Outer Banks until I met Bryan 2 years ago in Florida. I pursued my heart, rather than logic and made the decision to start new, and by new I mean completely utterly a foreigner in a far off land, where I had no concept of the language, culture, lifestyle and seasonal aspect of this place. I had set the intention in my heart that I was ready for love, and partnership, and sharing my life with someone. Up until that point, I had not been ready. This journey has been trying; I moved here with no friends, no family, started a new job, moved into a new home. My only familiarity was Eddie, my little furry sidekick. Looking back though, I have always gone with my heart, my gut instinct. I suppose that's why I always have a twinge of discomfort. My worst fear is feeling comfortable and "stuck.". My worst nightmare is monotony, and boredom. I strive to live a life with new experiences and adventure. This post is a vow to express myself in word, image, and art. With that being said, here is an encompassing view into the past 6 months living on the Outer Banks surrounded by water on all ends.

 

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Colors of Cocoa

Always so inspired by the pops of color, big draping flora and Art Deco architecture of cocoa beach area. 

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Christmas Cheer

I get pleasure and joy creating pretty little packages for those far and near.  

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Foxtail x Goldielockes Collab

A duet of beauty // Its always such an honor to meet and collaborate with other young talented women who are small business owners like myself. Those who are inspired to make products filled with creativity and have the divinity and grace of a woman's touch. Kristen, of Foxtail is of the mentioned and is the Owner and creator of Foxtail Water Kefir.

 

Foxtail by vegan chef and wellness coach Kristen; is a fermented water kefir made with local and seasonal ingredients; (Blackberry leaf & Maqui Berry, Yum!). It comes in the the cutest, resuable and environmentally conscious bottles, too!.

The girls are wearing Goldielockes turquoise and brass stacking bracelets. Don't the bracelets and water kefit just make one another pop!?

You can read more about Foxtail here on her website

Thank You for modeling Kristen & Shantescia

Products: Foxtail + Goldielockes Designs

Photography: Sarah Fredricks

Location: Marando Farms, Fort Lauderdale

Goldielockes Fall+Winter

Ive begun to photograph all my new pieces for the Holiday Season. Stay tuned as I will be posting promotions, sales, giveaways and sharing the information as to my whereabouts regarding shows, pop-ups and craft fairs.

 

Can you believe it is already November?! Where has the time gone? 

 


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you, me and the sea

" He always thought of the sea as la mar which is what people call her in Spanish when they love her. Sometimes those who love her say bad things of her but they are always said as though she were a woman. Some of the younger fisherman, those who used buoys or floats for their lines and had motorboats, bought when the shark livers had brought much money, spoke of her as el mar which is masculine. They spoke of her as a contestant or a place or even an enemy. But the old man always thought of her as feminine and as something that gave or withheld great favors, and if she did wild or wicked things it was because she could not help them…. The moon affects her as it does a woman, he thought." - One of my favorite passages from The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway

 

(( Simple reflections on time spent out on the water: no walls, no neighbors, no where to be but just in the moment of the present. There is no better method of healing than the smell of the sea. You release your inner secrets, and it eats them alive and buries them in the bottom her dark belly. They are safe there. Your tears join the millions of others who have wept above the open waters. Your tiny body amongst a vast space of openness. I am small and so are my inner fears. Release, Releasing, Released….. ))

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outerbanks, north carolina

five months of patiently waiting, face time chats, i miss yous and i love your from afar led Bryan and I to this month long awaited october grande escape.

I landed in Outer Banks, North Carolina by way of historical old town Savannah Georgia. Cobblestoned roads and a musky underbelly of heavy brick buildings with ivy and emerald flora creeping down shaded facades of buildings. Like oaks are abundant and so are their drooping moss. Fall is certainly in the air . Dewy mornings next to the Savannah River, and the coffee never seems to be dark enough. Ancient cemeteries in the middle of town with rusted cracks in the headstones, and a silence that is deafening. I walk the town of Savannah solo and anticipate my month long voyage with Bryan that is about to ensue. 

I reach the Outerbanks a day later, a weary and watered traveler... only to be welcomed by the bands of Hurricane Joquin sitting off the coast of the Carolinas and its rude behaviors. Mind you, Bryan lives on a sailboat, and it was certainly not a smooth sail. I embrace the rocking, rather than fight it and hold my breath and push the nausea aside, and tell myself it's all a part of the "experiment." Im up for anything, and I hold no expectations. A few good days of rocking, leave me with a hardened stomach, and a heightened appreciation for solid ground. Our last day in North Carolina leaves us with sunshine and a beautiful chance to drive the the countryside past Fall pumpkin patches, farm land, and wineries.

Follow along, as we head to Maine next.

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new pieces

Late summer into early fall // simplifying and refining design

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learning less is more both in inner and outer realms // 

ridding material things and attachments // the burden of material possessions is a nuisance 

 

one month til a lovely month long adventure . hiking, sailing, camping , snuggling up in a long cabin in the woods. Can't wait! 

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LA MER

the beautiful salty ocean and all its powerful vibrations  

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pretty in pink

Around here. Besides working on the farm, I've been busy with pop up shops and orders. These pretty packages are going out to the west coast regional team of Benefit Cosmetics.  

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Miami Staycation

My pal Rachel of SurfyBirdy and I were feeling a lull of sorts in our creativity, and felt the vibrant and colorful spell of Miami calling for us. We headed down the coast for a day of heavily caffeinated strolls through graffiti filled streets, alleyways and warehouses. then to dense, lush courtyards of old art deco motels turned hip young hostels.

We started our late morning at Panther Coffee, where an eclectic crowd of coffee phenes like ourselves gathered at high top wood counters, with square framed glasses, and plugged in gadgets. While waiting for our lattes, it was the perfect time to take in the Miami fashion; a mixture of cultures; Europeans in chic denim, and the freshest sneakers, locals in low slung tees and strappy sandals, an abundance of well put together young folk working with luxury on their own time and in a chosen location ( one where coffee is consistently available, and damn good coffee at that.) Rachel and I sit outside admiring the surrounding walls of magic.

Everywhere you look in Wynwood, Miami is covered in street art, murals, graphics, graffiti, illustrations, words of inspiration, etc. It is a visual realm of heaven. We turn in and out of streets and alley ways, each turn leading to a new vision, artist and color scheme. Amongst my favorites; The Wall of 10,000 Buddhas by Amanda Giocomini.

We then ventured in to a collection of large scale murals in the courtyard Wynwood Walls . Featured are some of the worlds greatest artists working in the graffiti and street art scene. 

Ducking for cover after an unexpected thunder and lightning storm, classic to South Florida's summers, we lunched at Mr. Block Cafe .

Later in the afternoon, we were told of the old art deco hotel turned hostel called Freehand Miami. Where travelers, cocktails, poolside and jungles intertwine. An eclectic funky mix of authentic vintage decor and interesting people, young and old. While waiting for the Broken Shaker Cocktail lounge to open for an afternoon libation, Rachel and I lounged by the saltwater pool and people watched. A group of Eastern European man-boys play volleyball in the pool, and an older gentleman shares his homemade guacamole with us. A hairy fellow in black jeans speaks broken english to an uninterested female while dogs roam the grounds.

I can't say that I've ever quite seen a place as utterly cool as Freehand. Tucked away from the otherwise overbearing South Beach scene, it feels as though you were in you own tropical oasis. Quiet, serene, peaceful. The cocktails come fit with slices of fresh watermelon, or other various tropical fruits, and the lounge area outside it decorated with colorful chairs, outdoor candles, and various cactus and succulents.

Rachel and I loved our Miami Staycation and we hope you do too! 

XoX

Sarafin

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Amongst the Wildflowers

Im in love , Im in love and i don't care who knows it! Miraculous flows of energy, and gratitude for the ability to feel this way. Vulnerable, raw, OPEN... a beautiful life of LOVE to SHARE with HIM.

 

Here are some double exposures entitled "amongst the wildflowers" as each exposure seemed to come speckled with the field of marigolds in which I rolled around in a child like lust. 

 

Summer breathes heavy here in Florida. The air is rich and dewy. The sea is welcoming and clear with a twinge of tropical hues. Chilled beverages seem to be the only salvation, amongst the hum of air conditioning and dim lit rooms with the blinds fully drawn. A stark contrast from the cool summers of San Francisco. Im not making myself too comfortable here. Always the lone wolf, feeling ever more so here.

 

Amongst other happenings, I started working at Marando Farms in Fort Lauderdale; part co-op, part urban market, part farm. It is a most authentic place compared to the lifeless strip malls that cascade South Floridas horizons. I feel at home and at east amongst people who have half a conscious and care about what they put in their mouths. Gaining daily inspiration and cooking much more, by being around the colorful fruits and vegetables that come through the market.

 

Yoga is keeping me sane, whole and alive. I look forward to it every day, and think about it when I am about the day. The peace of mind as I end my practice can be compared to no other drug, therapy, or ritual. It is yoga, and it is my peace. 

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North Carolina

Last week, I headed up the Eastern seaboard for an early birthday with Bryan. Bryan works in the summertime as Captain on a beautiful sailboat called the Downeast Rover chartering couples and vacationers from all over.

I got to spend 4 days on the coast of North Carolina and had a difficult time leaving. Ronoake Island, where we were staying lies in the Outer Banks, a thin strip of land off the coast of N. Carolina. 2 hours from any major airport. The drive itself to the coast was beautiful. Vast meadows, spring wildflowers, empty space, blue skies. It was a stark contrast from the busy streets of South Florida ( and San Francisco, too).

Bryan rented us a little bed and breakfast Air BnB for two of the nights.. A shabby chic beach bungalow with seashell macrame, driftwood, potted plants, and beach decor everywhere. It was everything I'd hoped for. We took the two beach cruisers out in the back country, down farm house roads, stopping along the way at ancient cemeteries, small ponds and finally; Kill Devil Grill for Happy Hour cocktails and beer simmered shrimp. It is soft shell crab season right now, so we got to enjoy local, seasonal fare as well. I had mine fried over grits (oy) and Bryan had his in a sandwich. So delicious! We enjoyed other local treats like fresh tuna, and shrimp, all locally caught that morning by local fisherman.

The last night, we stayed in an old farm house with so much heart and soul. Every crevice of the house told a story, and I loved being able to water the garden, walk outside in my bear feet, and sip coffee on the sun porch. 

 

Southern hospitality, it's the real deal. I suppose the mere mentioning of manners is due to the fact that no one seems to have them anymore. To be greeted as Miss and Ma'am was a charm, and I reveled in the old fashioned syntax and formalities. Please and Thank You are accompanied by a smile of genuine nature. Everyone seems to enjoy a life of simplicity and of beachside charms (sans high rise building, flashy cars, and gaudy gems). Walk into a store and everyone knows you name. Is that not the point of community? 

 

North Carolina has left a colorful stain on my heart, like the golden windflowers that were cascading over the meadows. I'm missing it and thinking of it daily and can't wait to return . Stay tuned for the film shots I captured !  

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